Boy, its quiet around here.
Its like we all have jobs or something! Ha! Silly bastards that work . . .
Psssshhhht.

So what can I talk about in an attempt to entertain?
Well, how about I get selfish? I would love some new mixes.
Getting lots of tunes, but I’m looking for that magical mix, something along the lines of JDH & Dave P’s “Go Commando”. I wore that out. Its so worn out, It disappeared.
I listened to James F!@#$%^ Friedman - Go Commando today however, solid as the first day it came out. But I need more!
So please, I beg, send away, I’m waiting for something.
I guess use the Submit! Addy - submit@audiopimpstress.com

Ok, so I have to admit something to all of you. I feel like we suck b/c we didn’t do a Coachella review. Coachella. Or in my case - CoacHELLa.
There was a reason it took me so long.

I was SO geared up for this trip.
I sat out WMC for the first time in 8 years, skipped SXSW, this was gonna be my thing.
First time, amazing line up, LCD, !!!, Kings Of Leon, Interpol, Bjork, Happy Mondays, and The Rapture, live AND DJ. Woah. I was on my way to heaven when I left NYC.
I had big plans, schedules printed, cute little party pants packed, lets do this!

Thursday
I arrive in L.A. after my flight was delayed 3 hours from JFK.
I go straight to my artists gig, we head out after, I throw my luggage and laptop on the bus, and we hit the town. Checked out Beauty Bar, meet some ppl at this bar, at that bar, met some ppl in a van, met some people in a hotel, next thing you know it time to head to Coach, and the bus left for the next city. (Sans part of the band.)
The bus wasn’t far, but it wasn’t the direction I was going, so Fedex was the only way I was going to get my things. Ok, problem solved. I can borrow some clothes from my girl for today, made a call, got a new pass, let go to this festival, dammit!

Friday
Phone dies on the way to the festival in route to rendezvous for the new pass.
Freakout.
Somehow get new pass.
Get beer spilled all over me, and the only clothes I have, by some cute guy that works at Cornerstone. This is all caught on video by my new friend from Vice. (I admit, this was funny.)
We watch Bjork, Cornerstone gets a new beer, spills it again, this time, not on me, we laugh.
Get stuck in the parking lot.
Get out.
Go to an private after party, cops tell us to leave.
I leave and a cop tells me I better not be driving.
I told him, no problem, I don’t drive.
He asks me if I have an attitude and tells me he is going to arrest me for being drunk in public.
(Is that EVEN possible?!?!)

Saturday
Luggage does not arrive like it was supposed to, i’m told it will arrive on Monday, the day I am leaving to go back NYC.
Missed many sets trying to find new clothes in the middle of the desert. HOT.
Phone suddenly works again!
!!!, LCD, The Rapture, amazing!
I lose my mind, my friends, i’m stuck at the festival.
Make some calls, and I end up in the artist village at Tiesto’s trailer.
We drink, we laugh.
Tiesto walks out of his trailer and says to a friend, “Did you fart?”
I swear to god he said this, and I wish I had it on tape.
We leave the festival, head to “Frank Sinatra’s Mansion” for some swinging bash.
I did not know this upon arrival, but one of my DJ’s is playing, I go to visit him in the booth, and find myself in celebrity hell standing next to Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton.
We get the hell outta there, back safe to the hotel.

Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset

Sunday
I realize my phone is straight up GONE.
Must have got lost in hell.
I’m over it all at this point and high tail it back to L.A.
I think I am cursed, and the best thing to do is LEAVE as fast as I can
I get a bit of R&R before I head back to NYC, hoping my luggage will be there when I get back.
My CoacHELLa adventure is over.

Monday
Luggage arrives! Whew.
Get an email, hey, is that you in this lame ass vid with Lohan?
Get another email, we found your phone!
But we thought it belonged to The Klaxons and we mailed it to them in the UK.
They are mailing it back.
Still waiting.

Worst trip ever.

Stupid Spoiled Whore . . . So nice, they anime’d it twice!