And... Go.

As I noted earlier , I'm DJing at the Apocalypse Lounge every Monday night with my buddy Anna Bond. We were there last week for the first time, just testing it out and getting the feel of the place. Now it's time to do it right. Tomorrow night, we set it off in style. Anyhow. It's not a dance party, it's not a big throwdown, it's a chill weeknight hang-out with good music. Expect to hear punk, indie, 50s R&B, shoegazer, 60s garage rock, britpop, new wave, old soul tunes, maybe even some classic hip-hop. And whatever else we feel like. Cheap drinks, no cover charge, two people spinning tunes just for you. It all goes down at 189 E. 3rd Street (between Avenues A & B), every Monday night, 10PM until last call. Think of it as a really awesome weekly radio show. Only with cool folks hanging out. And air-conditioning. And booze. How can you resist that? -PAR

Being the first day of summer, margaritas were in order. So, grab the benjones, and head off to Greenwich Village. Sit on a patio. Watch the girls stroll by. Consume chips and salsa, and get slowly tilted on tequila. And then, home. Pull music, while sobering up. And head to Pianos to DJ. Somewhere around 3:30 in the morning, having kept people dancing and enjoying themselves all night, finally break down the equipment, pack everything back up, and head home. The dance party was a success. More to come. Summer kicks off in fine style. -PAR

The ghettoflyer for tonight's party. Welcome to summertime. -PAR

Well, as expected, Lucas the Dumpling Man scored an easy victory over the upstart that moved into the neighborhood . The dumpleganger has changed his logo to the much less derivative image shown below, and altered the menu to offer a more typical selection of chinese-style-food (not just the dumplings). Huzzah! The path is now clear for the next step in Dumpling Man's masterplan to rule NYC... -PAR

Pictures of the swing thru California. Amazingly decadent sushi extravaganza in San Francisco, hanging out in Stockton, riding the rails south to Los Angeles, wandering the streets of Pasadena. Fun and excitement and weighty discussions and catching up with friends and family obligations and losing my fool head... In all a mostly wonderful, hugely surreal visit. (As ever, clicking on the pics makes 'em get bigger.) -PAR

So, it's always nice for me to see that there are people reading this thing. I greatly appreciate that you take a few seconds out of your lives to see what nonsense I'm spewing. And (even when I disagree with you) it's awesome that you sometimes take the time to post comments. HOWEVER... Henceforth, I will be deleting any comments that aren't signed. I have no problem with people declining to creating a blogger login, and posting as "anonymous". But if you're gonna do that, then just put your name or initials at the bottom. So I have some idea who's saying what, and know who's for real and who's just a troll. That's all. Resume regular transmission now. -PAR

This year's Nobel Prize for awesome goes to THE SUNDRESS. Previous years' winners include: Iced coffee, the "Funky Drummer" breakbeat, Tanqueray lemonade, and The Pacific Ocean. -PAR

This is, it seems, the summer where we take over New York. ANNOUNCEMENT #1: Dance party at Pianos on June 21st! Tuesday night. 10PM. $1 to get in. DJs Patrick A. Reed and Egg Foo Young (of Secret Frequency Crew) provide the hot jams. This looks to be LOTS of fun. I'll be spinning my typical blend of rockin' hip-hop, squiggly electro, danceable rock, and whatever else I feel like (provided you can shake to it). I'm not sure what Egg Foo Young will be spinning, but it's bound to be funky. Anyway, it's a Tuesday night in New York City. It's a dollar. It's cool people, strong drinks, and awesome music. You can't beat that. ANNOUNCEMENT #2: Beginning June 20th, it's a new sound in Alphabet City. Every Monday night for the summer, I'm spinning at Apocalypse Lounge with my buddy Anna Bond. She plays rock. I play everything. Expect to hear punk, indie, old R&B, shoegazer, classic hip-hop, 60s garage... Whatever strikes our fancy.

At six in the morning, I'm catching a plane from JFK, going to California for eleven days. San Francisco, Berkeley, Stockton, Los Angeles. Friends, family, good food, excitement, the ocean. Recharge, explore, hit the ground running when I return to New York. Adventure awaits. -PAR