disutility function

fair warning: here comes a bit of a MySpace Cross-Posting … ready? ok go!

well, for those of you following the exploits of Igor and my audio-blog, its on random, you may or may not have noticed that it, well, doesnt exist anymore

and not in the sense that we havent posted to it often enough recently(which is true), and therefore in a metaphysical sense it barely exists - you know like how Marty started fading out of his family picture because his mom was getting a “thing” for him when he went back in time before returning home by going … wait for it … Back to the Future!

wow, getting off the subject.

anyway, apparently we somehow got booted off MySpace for some abuse of the Terms of Service (sound of tympanis in the background):

this from an email i received

MySpace has deleted your profile because we received a credible complaint of your violation of the MySpace Terms of Services.

credible complaint? ok, a credible complaint is that my lawn hasnt been mowed since we had a respectable president in the White House (buuuurn!) but to say that we violated MySpace for something … that is something i just dont understand…

ok, so originally it was called “audiofuckoff” and i think thats what the official MySpace web address is/was … but i dont see anything like that being a violation … not that it isnt offensive, of course … not that that wasnt the idea, of course….

well, whatever… i had been meaning to erase it eventually anyway, and create a “real” “audio-blog” out on the real “internets” that would make me feel like it was more “official” or something, anyway…

so thank you MySpace for giving us some real street cred and a good couple rejection quotes to use on the new audio-blog… oh and thanks also for not deleting our porn page.

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update not on myspace:

so here’s the kicker: i took time out of my busy work-days lately to concoct a lazy, template-based, shoddily-hacked, new-fangled audio-blog for all you crazy, music hungry kids out there, yeah i know theres a few still hanging around

so go check it out, although for now theres nothing but a re-posting of what was already up at the old MySpace.com/audiofuckoff page … it wont be long before we get back to what really matters, and thats throwing all the audio we can at the wall and seeing what sticks. and forgive me for the few things that might not work properly, like the audio player not always showing the artist/track info … i’ll get to it eventually

oh and theres one hundred and eight bonus points to anyone who can guess where we stole the name of the blog from.
and then an additional five points if you thought of a particular hardcore band simply from the number of bonus points offered …

here’s that link again, in case you missed it:
it’s on random

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and now for tonight’s appropriate stolen quote:

i’m no art critic, but i know what i hate
and i don’t hate this…

oh, and thanks for not making fun of my genitalia

Updated 7.12 with photos by The Buddha, himself

to be fair, i am damn near speechless attempting to describe the wonderful wonderful time last night at The Buddha Lounge. but lets just lay it all out: i had a fucking blast. all of the amazing people that came and hung out made last night just an absolute ball. thankyouthankyouthankyou!

for those just tuning in, last night the forces of Handmade Detroit and .waitinglinetheory. teamed up and brought on the full-frontal nudity, i mean assault, of Detroit’s rising tidal wave of creative (and fruit) juices. we had stunning photography, paintings and mixed media up on the walls, and there were handmade crafts of all types for sale on the tables. i even unleashed the debut of my new book of writings, T’tle: Throe in the towel.

and i must mustmust mention the fact that Bryan, the owner of the Buddha, is easily the kindest and funnest [fuck off, journamalism losers!] person we could have imagined. as an example, lets just point out that on, count ‘em, three different occasions he turned UP the volume on the music we were playing over the soundsystem; and one of those times he actually made fun of Justin and I spinning records too quiet, and he said it right to our faces — and justin aint no push-over, what with his big burly facial hair and snoop dogg t-shirt. but apparently Bryan’s no one to mess with either, eh?

anyway, shit, we all met some amazing people last night: artists, family members, friends of friends, people we’d already met but were too cool to remember the first time, you get the idea

and to top it all off, like chocolate syrup on my favorite ice cream, the boys behind Detroit’s newest revolutionary art collective, Bittersweet Dream, came out and blessed us with their amazing drunk drawing skills. oh, and they let me trade them for two of their recycled notebooks, ha! i win on that deal, suckaz! but ok seriously, i am totally in love with these guys (dont worry, its in a manly way), and we’ve only just met. i’m almost afraid of finding out what this group of miscreants are capable of, but rest assured, i plan on us all pushing everything to every conceivable limit and theres no turning back this time.

well, for those who missed out, much of the art will still be up on display at the Buddha for a couple weeks, at least. and we are expecting to have recurring events here for a long time to come. we are all so super excited abt this new prospect for the Detroit area. and, of course, so many many thanks to everyone who helped set up, its more appreciated than my lame-ass blog could ever express

and yes, i definitely plan to go back there again soon to hang out, so who’s with me?

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and for today’s appropriate stolen quote, im having a hard time deciding, so take these two and then go listen to all of your Silver Mt. Zion records.

The brightest night
I ever saw,
Across an empty parking lot
No stars

Let’s kill first the banker
With his professional demeanour
Let’s televise and broadcast
The raping of kings
Let our crowds be fed on
Teargas and plate-glass
‘Cause a people united
Is a wonderful thing