I told you how on Halloween we stayed in making this Theophilus London joint and then stepped out on to the Boulevard to check the scene, which was like a World War Z montage populated by a kaleidoscope of every cartoon, myth and monster of human imagining, after which a series of weird events lead to us hanging out at Theophilus London’s house till 6am right?
LA is super nuts like that. We were parting with the Swedish Hollywood Mafia the other night. In one room there were like 8 blonde people responsible for 320 million records sold or something. They had about 50 bottles of hundred dollar vodka and no mixers so we drank it straight like telegraph poles and nobody fell in the swimming pool.
Anyway. here is that remix. We played it on Saturday at our Bootsy Bellows residency and it went off. As did I Like To Cha Cha. Have you heard that? it’s my favourite. We might have to remix it.
If we have time. Much to do this week. We’re prepping to shoot a mini space movie on Saturday, after which we’ll be DJing at the aforementioned Bootsys. One of the shots requires us to be in weird techno organic space thrones with tubes piping audio sound into our heads, so if anyone knows an LA based proppy person that could help us realise that particular dream, please get in touch…
So I swapped the beach for the boulevard, but I am still getting my sacred podcast time in. Last night I ran all the way to Laurel Canyon, crossed the road, and ran back again and didn’t encounter a SINGLE RED LIGHT. It was insane. I literally ran through dozens of traffic lights, and all were either green, or counting down to red. It was fucking surreal. I thought I was in a dream by the end of it. I couldn’t feel my feet anymore and seemed to be bouncing on air in slow motion like Jon Carter on Mars. I guess these illy shoes my babygirl got me help. Here they are hanging out with Chuck Norris:
Now here’s a photo of Kiera Knightely’s boobs. Not sure I approve to be honest.