The Rub San Francisco was at a dancehall / hip-hop party in a GULLY
neighborhood in San Francisco. But it was packed and a ton of our people
came out. This is XJ (Local 1200), Cosmo and DJ Fuze (Digital Underground/Tupac/Luniz)
with King Most and some other folks in the background.
The Turntablelab instore in LA was fun. He we are with Tony out in the
streets.
He we are in the store with the homie DJ Pubes. Blu Jemz got the gasface
for being in the studio the whole time we were in LA.
Brother Reade, Bobby Evans, DJ Feadz & Uffie (Ed Banger) got the crowd
good and sweaty before we went on at Cinespace in LA. Feadz (middle)
MURDERS it on Pioneer CDJs.
Roxy was in the building! Our fam gets around - she had an Oxy Cottontail
show in LA the same night we rocked and came over afterwards to dance.
Them Jeans (L) promotes and DJs at Cinespace with Steve Aoki every Tuesday,
and he put us on at his party. He kills it on every level.
I smashed my Serato records at the end of the night and one of them
miraculously formed the Wu-Tang symbol. This is a sign that we have
to play all Wu-Tang at Canal Room on Saturday (with El Michels Affair
- the synergy is amazing).
More pictures at The
Cobrasnake.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
When we're on tour we average about 5 hours of sleep per night. A typical
day is wake up at 10, get to airport by 12, land at 4 and drop our bags
off at the hotel, eat something and go to soundcheck at 7, dj from 11-3,
get paid by 4 and try to go to sleep by 5. That doesn't sound too bad
until you do it every day for weeks on end. I know, boo hoo.
Smalltown DJs own a club, a clothing and record store, a shoe store,
and a record label in Calgary. We went out for two weeks with them last
year on the Northern Exposure tour through all of Canada plus Brooklyn
and Philly, and in March they are coming down to SXSW in Austin and
WMC in Miami, plus a gig in DC. They are the funniest dudes I know.
Mike (left) was gooned in this picture.
In Alberta they were selling brass animals on the side of the road.
L-R Smalltown Pete aka Canadian Football Pete, Cosmo "Cook Coffee" Baker,
and me, the Little Man of Hate.
In Billings, our dude Jimi Scott got a Rub banner done up at Kinko's.
I left it on a plane roughly 10 hours after he gave it to us. So far
we have lost a cell phone, a microphone, an M-Audio digital recorder,
a Money Studies roller bag (which was recovered broken), a whole bunch
of CDs, and I'm sure some other shit I'm forgetting.
Still it's all
worth it. I can't imagine doing anything else for a living.
Some pictures from
Edmonton here.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
The Cannonball
Rub is in full swing. So far we did Orlando, Austin and Atlanta, and
then swung through Mississippi for a little R&R (rodeo and relaxation).
This week we have Dallas, Calgary, Billings, San Francisco and LA.
The club in Orlando was nuts. Amazing sound, big room, fun indie dance
crowd. The first three parties have all been packed and really fun.
In Austin we had BBQ with DJ Mel and DJ Kurupt before the gig.
Bavu Blakes and Rapid Ric came through and partied with us.
Rapid Ric brought us Whut It Dew 4 CDs and promo hats! That's DJ Mel
in the middle.
Swoll is Mel’s monthly party dedicated to booty bass, house, club and
fast shit.
In ATL we learned that you can get a giant poster printed at Kinko’s
for $7.
We ate at Ruby Tuesdays in East Point, ATL. It was right after church
got out so folks were really dressed up. It was this lady’s birthday
and she had money pinned to her lapel.
The Dixie National Rodeo in Jackson Mississippi was bananas. The bullriding
was next level and a clown jumped a motorcycle over a tractor trailer.
The announcer sounded just like Wolfman Jack, and at one point he said
that “Scott tractors git ‘er done!”
Tuesday,
