Patrick North

hell yeah...patrick north is the only one of you mf-ers who was a loyal enough friend to post my shit on his blog, the all caps banger MYSTICS NOT WASTRELS.
while he's been getting mad props from some of the big boy blogs lately, he has always been on his game and the page is straight up ill-ness on a downloadable mp3 platter. fuck, who the shit post eartha kitt?
on a side note, i just ate multiple drugs and went and saw "sarah marshall." there will be a special prize if you can correctly guess at least four of the chemicals in my system that simultaneously made the movie funnier and shittier. despite my rollercoaster emotions, i dug the movie hard. "hey, look at my driver! i will have sex with her," or something to that effect was the funniest line i've heard in a long ass time.
bonus question: which of these dudes is patrick north?

the pigeon killer link

alright, i just reposted this shit on z share cause i foolishly put it on easy share...whatever the fuck that is. anyway, nothing new to report, just getting my upload on. holla. oh, and i yelled at those fools for not posting my shit and only pat north was man enough to respond. of course, he said he's on it.
i was an extra in adam's movie today too and we'e gonna use the pigeon killer in the film as often as possible...holla, indeed!

in case you missed the title bar, heres "the pigeon killer" link again on z share. and again on ysi. download you and i assure you you wont be sorry. if you are, i will personally give you the back the 35 minutes (exactly, 35 minutes) of your life that is wasted.

alright, score one for tom

alright, instant feedback. homeboy devin (aka desert eagle) dug the mix and hopefully, me and him can rock out at his friday night jump-off pretty young things party soon. if you haven't been, its a sweet party at jimmy's and they always turn it out. i even heard a kid blend the strokes with the rapture not too long ago. so you know, anything goes. ahh man, i can't wait. this shit is tight.
that mix is so poppy and easy to like that i have a hard time believing someone would hear it and think i can't rock a party. i mean, crusty old crate digging motherfuckers probably hate it but normal party people, shit, those songs are fucking likable as hell. and thats not just my ego talking.

my temporary dj bio...what d'you think?

this is the bio i'm sending out to the bars and blogs and whatnot....i'm not too sure about it but brian is real confident in it so whatevs.
plus, i gave the mix to a bunch of la djs and promoters at club 86 last night and i also managed to drop one on the mighty diplo himself. shit, i could be on mad decent in no time playa...but for real, it turns out my homey derrick (my punk band used to open for his back in the day...crazy right?) is a producer for mad decent and he should be all up in everyone's ear about expediting the dj tom hanks mixtape jump-off. so yeah, the dual santogold shows last night paid off. keep checking back cause shit is starting to happen fast. making moves....


Hi. How are you guys doing? My name is Matt Capozzoli (DJ Tom Hanks to ya'll that don't know!) and I just finished making a new mixtape. Since I left Brooklyn and moved out to Los Angeles for law school last year, I haven't really dj'ed out a whole lot. That is partly to blame on my insanely busy schedule of working all day and going to school all night and partly to blame on my lack of connections with LA promoters. However, I was mad busy back east and was doing a bi weekly at Capone's with the Ninjasonik dudes and a weekly at Niagra for the Skinny Mafia Girls when I left NYC last winter. (Before that) I grew up in Philly and moved to NY when I turned 18 in the summer of 2001. After getting a writing degree from the Bronx Fordham in 2005, I dicked around Williamsburg for a few years and fed my habits by dj-ing, making music, working for the occasional magazines, and slanging: hardcore slanging!
When I got sick of scraping by, I decided I needed to make a shitload of money and law school was the way to do it. To that end, I attempted to sequester myself and prepare for the LSAT last winter at my parents' new house in Baltimore. However, there are just too many cool kids throwing ill parties in B more and I just continued to rage with new friends the whole three months I was there. But even though I didn't do as good as I should have, I got into a bunch of law schools and moved to Chicago last February to go to Loyola Law School.
So I was all set to start ripping apart the Chicago nu-rave scene last winter and rock out (when I wasn't rocking out to Torts homework) when my hatred for the Chicago, its residents, and the midwest in general got the best of me and I packed up my dog spaghetti and my Civic Vic and drove to LA. While I go through bursts of loving it here and hating it immensely and wanting to go back east, I am starting to focus less on the latter and am dying for the school year to end so I can start playing out again.
Oh Yeah...SO THE POINT OF THE WHOLE EMAIL THAT WAS ENTIRELY WAY TOO LONG AND DRAWN OUT (SORRY!)...
I made this bad ass mix with my best friend from back in the day, Brian Curtis (AKA, Pandemonium Jones). We lived together for a while back in the burg but I've been kinda isolated out here this past year. So after sxsw this year, me and brian drove back to LA together and had a helluva time. Between the mexican valium adventure and the 15 mile (curtis says 13 but there is certainly a disagreement in there somewhere between the valium and blistering sun) death march through the grand canyon, we had a blast. I figured out the wish list for the mix on the ride back and bpm’ed everything out when we got back to LA. And once I had it all planned out, Curtis showed me how to use Ableton and I finished the recording process. Certainly, Brian was a necessary ingredient to a smooth mix tape (what with the ableton learning curve and all) but I still feel that I had full reign of artistic freedom.
So yeah, the tape is called DJ Tom Hanks “The Pigeon Killer” in honor of my dog Spaghetti catching his first pigeon when me and Brian took an ableton break and went to Starbucks. We got stoned and convinced ourselves that Jay Zeatard was the greatest name ever, but we eventually decided we’d save it for the inevitable mash up masterpiece that some Midwestern high school kid is sweating away on now.
Well…please, listen to the mix and enjoy. Theoretically, it is supposed to be a dance party demo cd but may not be ravey and distorted keyboard-ey enough to be a dance party mix anymore. Regardless, my only regret is not including “Race Riot on the Dance Floor.” Please holla at me at (718) 930-9783 or mattcapozzoli@gmail.com. Or my blog is http://pillstohear.blogspot.com and Brian’s is www.pandemoniumjones.com. You could even get a hold of us through doug@summerloversunlimited.com or just www.summerloversunlimited.com too if you are Canadian or something. I’m not really sure who will read this someday….I’m sure I forgot to say some shit but whatevs…Holla!

Hot Chip - Made In The Dark
Foreign Born - Union Hall
Panthers - Goblin City (Holy Ghost Disco Dub)
Black Mountain - Bright Lights
Crystal Castles vs. Health - Crimewave
Glass Candy - Beatific
Hail Social - Cherry Cola Funk (STA Mix)
MGMT - Kids
Holy Fuck - Royal Gregory
Dan Deacon - Wham City
Blaqstarr - Smack
SantoGold - Creator (Scottie B Mix)
The Tough Alliance - Neo Violence
Shocking Pinks - How Am I Not Myself
Clipse - Wamp Wamp (Co.Fee Remix)
Ninjasonik vs. The Death Set - Negative Thinking About Tight Pants
Jay Reatard - It’s So Useless
The Exploding Hearts - Your Shadow
Shellac – Copper

Matthew Capozzoli (DJ Tom Hanks)
(718)930-9783
mattcapozzoli@gmail.com
1730 N. Edgemont St. #304
Los Angeles, CA 90027

Older version of "The Pigeon Killer" Link on easyshare, not the better-known and all around better zshare. Basically, download the other one up top.

Alright..so the time is near...Hopefully, the people I send this too are gonna dig it as much as my loyal friends and come running over here to download. Brian is against the p jones site getting blown up so I gotta put this link here. Plus, it is nice to actually use this site once again. 'i do wish it was named crimes galore though. But for now, here is the link. holla!
dj tom hanks: "the pigeon killer"

the return of DJ Tom Hanks

Obviously, I haven't updated this in a year...however, it has been a year from hell with the switch from not working at all to working full time and going to school all night. I literally have days that go from 6 am to 10 pm before i get any free time. But I'm not here to sob...I'm here because I am so psyched for summer, I made a mix tape for all to hear. My old roommate and homey for life Brian Curtis (AKA the boss DJ Pandemonium Jones)gave me the recording software tutorial as we engineered it and his presence was absolutely crucial.
Back in New York, I just kinda fell into dj gigs and relied on my good looks for six years and never got around to making a mix tape. Sadly, I haven't fallen into shit since I been out here ain LA nd I need something to hand out. Apparently, the Tom Hanks name is just not household enough out here. Hopefully, that will soon change: this shit thumps hard.
South By Southwest this year lit a fire under my ass and made me remember just how much fun it is to get paid doing something I would so for free. After catching a plethora of awesomeness highlighted by the tough alliance, yeasayer, the death set, amanda blank (actually playing her own songs and not just spittin fire verses over spank's) (oh and by the way, shake it til my dick turns racist), Health (cheesy corporate party at NOON: I was the only one rocking out), fuck buttons, the homosexuals, black mountain, and a shitload more that I can't remember. Ohh, and after the festie was over, me and Curtis drove back to LA and had a lovely time eating mexican pharmies and camping out in the twenty degree weather at the grand canyon rim. That fifteen mile hike put me on my ass for days. No joke!
Anyway, Brian put the mix on his page so I'll just post that link and it'll show up here eventually. Keep checking back too cause I scour the internet for music all throughout law school class and I need to be putting that shit in yo ears..for real!
DJ Tom Hanks, The Pigeon Killer
http://pandemoniumjones.com/

Hot Chip - Made In The Dark
Foreign Born - Union Hall
Panthers - Goblin City (Holy Ghost Disco Dub)
Black Mountain - Bright Lights
Crystal Castles vs. Health - Crimewave
Glass Candy - Beatific
Hail Social - Cherry Cola Funk (STA Mix)
MGMT - Kids
Holy Fuck - Royal Gregory
Dan Deacon - Wham City
Blaqstarr - Smack
SantoGold - Creator (Scottie B Mix)
The Tough Alliance - Neo Violence
Shocking Pinks - How Am I Not Myself
Clipse - Wamp Wamp (Co.Fee Remix)
Ninjasonik vs. The Death Set - Negative Thinking About Tight Pants
Jay Reatard - It’s So Useless
The Exploding Hearts - Your Shadow
Shellac - Copper

Me and Spaghetti en route to LA

Korea Town

Spaghetti-Head
Well even though I packed all my shit up and drove over to my new apartment, there were glazing issues and the attempted move had to be aborted. But of course, today is the first real hot day I've had out here and I did all my packing during peak sun hours only to be told about the bathtub glazing after getting to k town. The girl in charge of my account is a very nice and sweet your lady from San Diego who loves Spaggy Face and let me put my expensive stuff at her place so I could leave the car loaded up overnight with the balance of clothes and accesories stuffed up in the Civic.
i just want to move in and get it over with so I can begin the job search in earnest and hopefuly start work before next month's rent is due. Then, I want to lease a civic hybrid and drive a nice car like every other a-hole out here. My car is falling apart and the duct tape only last a couple days each round so I have to keep on taping unless I want to hear the highly annoying and nerve-wracking sound of aluminum coated duct tape flapping on the driver's back side mini window all damn day.
And no matter how hard you try to avoid it, you gots to drive a shitload out here. You can't even park the car and get out and explore neighborhoods. I wanted to go to American Apparel, Amoeba, a book store, and a cafe yesterday and had to drive to three different neighborhoods to do so. Los Feliz and Echo Park and Silverlake, for all their "west coast Brooklyn" hype are far from urban ped-friendly areas. I always imagined long Bedford Ave like streets with loads of indie record stores and overproced vintage boutiques. Nuh uh. Losse conglomeration of overpriced wackness.

However, I still like it out here and can't wait to find whatever it is I've been searching for these last few years. Being that this is the seventh city I've lived in in as many years, I'm still not quite happy with the hand I've been dealt.

Goodbye Chicago, Hello Los Angeles

SEE YA LATER CHIT-TOWN
My girl dumped me and kicked Spaghetti and me out of the house. But whatever, I hated Chicago and now I get to soak up the sun in beautiful southern california. Before I hated it out here but after being in chicago, this is certainly an upgrade. I'm happy and I like the sunnyness and even though the stories about people being fake are true, at least I have material to silently laugh about to myself. I'm still getting used to it and all but everybody is real nice so far and I'm excited about everything.

Holy Shit, I totally forgot I even had a blog

Yeah, I shit you not...I forgot I had a blog. I knew something's been missing. And what really sucks is I could have used this to whine about Chicago all winter. Since I last wrote anything on here, I moved to my parents's house in Baltimore and then on to Chicago in December. But I didn't (and still kind of don't) know anyone here all winter and could have totally written some bad ass, angst-ridden stories. It was so cold all winter and snowed every friggin day...uhhh, the weather itself made me stay inside and I was usually bored enough to watch fucking cold pizza on espn...sometimes twice. I played music sometimes but hit a rut in february and have kept playing but haven't recorded since then.
Obstensibly, I've been applying to law school and looking for jobs but have procrastinated so much that I've just finishing the applications now. I'll be all done by tomorrow finally and its just in time: I got tons of shit to write about on here. For instance, I just got back from South By Southwest.
I also got a dog...Spaghetti. Or spaghetti face, or spaghetti head or fettucine head or ravioli brain. you know, any italian dish. more to come...i promise. i'm about to go home now. you'll seee....if anyone still checks on this but i doubt they do...i haven't touched it since august.

1:59 am

After a long day of procrastinating productivity, it's still 1:59 am and I finally got everything ready to rock. I moved the studio into the living room so my girl can sleep and got everything plugged into the four track. I'm pumped and I got ideas ready to flow. So what the shit am I doing putting it in pill form (dig how I have the ready-made slang on pillstohear.blogspot? Pressing that shit up...)? I'm geting warmed up so I'll type and talk about music for a spell. Ease off my gangsta.

With the car stereo and ipod still sidelined, I haven't been able to listen to as much new music as I should. I mean, I've heard the albums I got recently. But instead of bumping them on repeat for a couple days like usual, I just hear them over bogus computer speakers when I have the gumption to fuck around with the computer. Which means I'm not loving the thom yorke, brightblack morning light, herbert, rhymefest, this heat, and spoon records of the last month yet. I haven't had those
intimate experiences yet that develop mutual respect between a man and an album. Come on, I know you know when a record hates you. Or is just pissed at you. It's like a half-step low or some shit and you can't figure it out. And as I type that esoteric bullshit, my itunes malfunctions and the hold steady is silenced. Speaking of the hold steady (as I no doubt have been doing lately), not only is the entire new album straight-up top-shelf, "Cattle and The Creeping Things" is one of the best songs I've heard in a minute. From the referential (to what, I can't recall) title to the churning piano heavy rhythm jam, this song would be a gem even without the classic "Tripping is for teenagers and hard drugs are for bartenders" line at the 40 second mark. Admittedly, I don't always pay attention to rock and roll lyrics as much as I should. It's usually not a problem as I wouldn't mind hearing mainstay indie rock lyrics about women, pot and California only sparingly for the remainder of my days. However, homeboy from the steadies has got my ear and I lament the fact that I miss what he's saying every couple lines. And that just shows how much I really don't listen since this dude (craig, i think?) belts out some crystal clear, plain speaking phrases. I don't know if its cause they live in nyc and their lifestyles might somehow be sorta like mine, but the lyrics about doing drugs in bathroom stalls, low-key big city catholicism, the idiocy of the rest of the country, threatening to move west, working on "vision quests," dealing with no good whores and being "strung out on the scene" really reverberate with me.
Ahh man, I just bullshitted around about "seperation sunday" (the only title associated with the album that doesn't sit right with me; figure, son!) for so long that I don't have time to talk about my other topics ranging from my ear wax removal treatment, today's battle in the epic war with cocksucker cockroaches, the quality of the pot I'm rolling with, season 2 of the wire, and my impending solitude in B-more. Dammit, if I could just remind myself to update this shit everyday, I'd be a happy healthy man. I also need to remind myself to return that library book and get one about Ben Franklin.

"Hey Nelson Algren, Chicago seemed tired last night, they had cigarettes where there's supposed to be eyes. Hey William Butler Yeats, all the Irish seemd wired last night. They tried to seperate our girls from our guys."
And she wants my to move somplace where the cigs got eyes.

ahh damn

I should have something to talk about. I've been up all night for no reason listening to and finding new music and I should have something to talk about. But that one domed me out and I freaked out about the hour. I can barely read the cnn ticker, which seems remarkably out of place rattling off the contract terms of the Islander's restricted free agents signing 'pacts.' I'm concerned about the civilian casualities in the new war and wonder if hezbollah really exists. Wait a minute, the blowing of the fan in this would-be sweltering apartment is definitely affecting my typing. It's like being in the opposite of outer space. Plus my brain hurts, and the hold steady rocked it. They did it with their guitars and their relevant lyrics about rocking and slacking. And skateboard p (dude better be ill) made a brief appearance cause i got it like that, off the inter-net net. I signed up for the fifty free jawns on emusic and went crazy so i didn't forget to quit before the two weeks of freeness ended. and there are apparently two kinds of free songs on the server so i cant keep count of my fifty. ahhh whatever. dammit, typing is so hard. yeah, its the fan but im sore as a whore after the dodgeball the other day. its not like normal exercise. its all running and contorting and throwing you body out of whack like only little kids in shape should do. my muscles ache. good gangster wheezy, they ache. i'm gonna throw on that this heat reissue and sleep it off. cause i got it like that.

SATURDAY NIGHT

THE SKINNY TOM HANKS MAFIA IS THROWING THE ILLEST AFTERPARTY FOR SIREN WITH THE NARRARATOR AND THE END OF THE WORLD AT 3RD WARD. STAY TUNED.

you ain't nothing but a car theif who must be stopped

So I’m trying to turn up the heat. You know…turning it up. I decided that I’m sick of screwing around. I’m just like constantly hanging by a thread and when something goes wrong, I’m destitute. I hate to be a downer but my karma is in trouble: some ignorant piece of shit broke into my car last week even though it was parked right out front of Union Pool, that freaking clubhouse. Jesus, it’s a cop clubhouse too. Dig this ignorance: my mini glass panel on the driver’s side was still duct taped in from the last smack job who broke into my whip but the culprits thought about it and decided that it was probably better if they smashed out the driver’s window too. Its like the intersection wasn’t hot enough already and they needed to up their adrenaline or something. I mean, that area is just so crowded all night and there are always cop cars parked along the triangle somewhere. Some sissy hipsters must have seen something go down but were too busy pissing in their pants to do anything ‘cept run. But whatever, I guess I deserved to get broken into for the...let’s see…sixth time. Man, I gotta have shit luck cause this is just unreal. And they finally got my bass out of the trunk this time. So that’s three cd players, a fat book of my mostly burnt discs, and one bazooka tube. Plus they got my ill aviators. Bunch of savages in this town.

But it’s just sad: I worked my ass off last month and was finally going to have some extra loot to put away for the first time in a year. I was psyched. Rent check written and $200 left. But that money is gone. Spent at the junkyards in southwest Philly and my car still looks like shit. My A/C is fucking dilapidated now and I’m stuck with a 9 dollar Wal-mart boom-box. But that’s a wake-up call: I gotta hustle. Everyday. Snoop Doggy Dogg need to get a jobby job.

I’ve been enjoying helping my uncle plumb in Philly but the time away from home and on people’s couches, even if they are my family’s, is beginning to wear thin. Plus my uncle dissed me last week and asked my cousin help him because he claimed he couldn’t get hold of me. But I call bullshit on that so fuck all these hoes. Now that my girl might be staying, I need a real a 9-5 to seal the deal. I do alright freelancing but if I have a full-timer she can’t try and get me to move anywhere. I don’t want her to go but what is really killing me is the uncertainty. I gotta put my plans on hold til she figures out what the shit she’s doing. If I did bounce, it would surely not be to the yuppies infested north side of Chicago. I’m talking an ill row house in Northeast Phila. For 8 houndo a month, I get three floors and a backyard. It’s calling my name.

But then I go and catch an ill Les Savy Fav show at the park and Brooklyn regains some luster. Fuck man, the more I talk about this the more I don’t know what to do with myself. I better just stay put and hustle myself to death.

The Life and Times of Elmo Black

Started writing a concept album but i dont think I want to give away any secrets yet. It basically traces my life up from about the time i started making bad decisions. I guess its a way of suggesting whout could have been. We'll see.

Niagra Wednesday

Long Overdue Props to RossWhere

When Kevin and I used to do mockeries of DJ sets at the trashiest college bar in NYC, Fordham’s bastion of cheese, meats and tape-ups The Upper Deck, neither one of us really approved of what the other one listened to or played. I mean obviously, we dug at least some of the same tracks. If we hadn't, we wouldn’t have been able to endure two or three nights a week together playing music for losers and embarrassed friends. But even though we generally agreed on the bangers to fuel the dance floor date raping, I wasn’t down with James Brown and he wasn’t down with DFA. Yet.

Now two years later, I’m re-discovering old friends and leaving my house again. And no sooner did I reach out to DJ K. Ross (or did he reach out to me? Who the fuck cares anyway: we’re boys again) than he and Elsewhere drop the “Play Anything” bomb on that ass. And Jesus Christ, these cats really are onto everything these days. While I was too busy listening to pointless indie bands, Kev was slowly planning his world domination with stacks upon stacks of classic jump-offs. Indie rock had embedded its pseudo intellectual superiority complex in my tastes and sheer punk rock stubbornness had kept me away from the heart of soul of DJ music. But nowadays I know he was right: indie rock is DJ poison. Shit, it'll take any misguided rock head years to catch up to his dust crates.

Of course I mean everything I say in a good way: he's gotta be one of the most talented djs in NYC. Not to mention his music and production skills. So as always, K’s mixing is flawless. I mean, shit, the whole album is flawless so I guess that means Elsewhere’s on point as well. Duh. From the obscure Motown shit Kevin’s been stashing for years to the Bangles, and back through with those bangers we used to rock and the dance tracks we used to argue about. And honestly, they’ve been digging cause I don’t even know who a lot of the tracks are by.

Yeah, everyone agrees that DJs are all on some “I play everything” shit these days. But they usually mean they just play everything they’ve seen people dance to. What sets this mix apart, aside from the utter devotion to Cusack’s masterpiece “Say Anything,” is how the blends turn otherwise unlistenable songs into dance-floor get-downs. Of course the stand-alones are there too as evidenced by the lead-off Nas and too quick mid-album Rapture tease, but these dudes turn shit your parents think is too lame into 3AM tracks. I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure it was a Neil Diamond blend that made me start banging my hand of the roof of the car and yelling for more.

Above all else, the flow is what gets you here though. When you start losing interest in one style, they drop “Bloody Sunday” or “Shake” and everything gets dizzy and crunk again til the next breakdown. And when you’re dancing and geeking out in the fifth quarter, they hit you with technical acrobatics in the form of a Tears for Fears-Juelz-“You Can’t Hurry Love”-Marvin tear fest. Ahhhh, that's right, I said it. But dry those eyes player. It’ll all be yours one day. And you don’t want to be all moaning in front of them dirty south boys coming up next. Cause they CAN hear you and WILL definitely bitch slap your ass.

But that’s enough praise for my homies this time. Bedsides, I gotta save my compliments for Gnarls Biggie. Goddamn, ya’ll been warned.

DJ TOMHANKS

That sucks. I just lost a long and incredibly witty blog because I had to use freaking windows media player to burn a man man/sunset rubdown disc for my ride ro Philly. Fucking bullshit. Ahhhh! Well obviously, I'm here today to talk about DJ motherfucking tomhanks ya'll! Back and here to stay. This ain't no freaking left turn trip, son. I'll try and recreate this but I totally lost my flow. I'll tell you this much: my last one didn't start like that. Whatever, no one reads this anyway. I dj-ed all throughout college up at Fordham and even rocked out downtown once in a while. I was never that good but I was fine with my relative shittyness. I was used to dj-ing with cats like k. ross or capsandjones and getting blown out of the water. I mean, I never practiced ever and didn't give a rat's ass about mixing. I just wanted to put on the track that was gonna get the most hype whenever possible. And that's that. But By the time I got back from the road trip these dudes were 'so freaking focused,' as funk flex would say. I had a hard time calling myself a dj anymore.
I could always get by as a dj because I know my music. The money I've made spinning records is a slight return on the tens of thousands of dollars I've spent on music throughout my years. Someone owes me dammit! You there, come to the tomhanks party and booze heavier than Papa. I can rock a party with my classics catalog and shake your asses with the newness. Thats just how I do. Now that I'm back to work and can practice while spinning, dj tomhanks is finally mixing. I've realized that all I need to play a good set are a few decent mixes. I can get by the rest of the night with letting songs ride out and cutting the power for dramatic effect. Plus that takes care of my urge to just let shit rock regardless of beat orientation. Putting on a consistent set has eluded me for so long but I know I can do it now. I've been studying music my whole life and know beats. I'm just lazy up there and that shits gotta stop. I gotta get on my game.
Shamefully, I didn't really make any money at either party this week. I think they dicked us at Niagra and there just weren't enough people at Capone's. But thats how it happens and its also the beginning. Shits gonna pop off sooner or later. I can just feel it: its gonna be a dope summer. And I'm getting ready. With at least one weekly, I must stay on my music now. To help with the first week, I stocked up on every dj's best friend this year: the Justice remix. I found about 15 of them in addition to the 'never be alone' and dfa 1979 mixes I already had. Most of them were funky as hell and the scenario rock 'schitzo dancer' remix is fire. The way he ironicaly pleads 'please no techno' is enough to make anyone at least grimmace and shake. Its worth coming out to see me just to hear that jam. Trust me. I got plenty of jams. And while the hipsters at niagra aren't that down with the new rap bangers, the capones kids aren't that self-aware and delusional. They like good music of all genres. So for them, I also prepared. I gotta bounce though. Stay tuned for full reviews of my party rocking jawdroppers.
spot this week.

well, there you have it: the triumphant return of dj tomhanks.. hell fucking yeah.
niagra everything wednesday at 7th and A. this week, japanther is obviously playing with me and as we all know, they will tear us all a new asshole.
me and curtis just got back from montreal and we had a blast upon all blasts. raged it so hard and fell in love with a city i only previously respected. for some reason, those people up there are so much nicer than us. maybe its just nyc, but every single person we met was so genuinely nice. even when i got drunk and talked shit, which was often. i was hoping to have more hockey convo but i guess they're all bitter about choking in the first round. flyers did too so i'll leave it at that.
bored out of my gored now that im back and supine on the couch. watching father of the bride when i should be studying for my lsats that are now less than a month away. im so fucked on that too since i know, deep within my heart, that i will never be able to comprehend those logic games. wish me luck and come rage on wednesday. holla

the decline

I don't really have much to say....i've been kinda busy and stopped listening to my new music. However, I think everyone in the world should listen to Nofx's "The Decline." It is an eighteen minute punk opera that touches on many of america's problems today. A beautiful song. Quite possibly the most complete punk rock statement ever and not just because they have endurance and attention spans. It goes through stages and gets better and better as the track goes on and progresses into intensity. Serious shit but as rocking and fun as any classic nofx. "Where are all the stupid people from...and how'd they get to be sooooo dumb." While not as poetic as the rest of the song, it is definitely an attention grabber to start off with. "Blame it on the greedyocracy" "Add the bill of rights subtract the wrong, memorizing six star-spangled songs. Our endeavor asks 'is anybody learning from the past? We're living in united stagnation." Yeah, I know that those words are somewhat silly but these motherfuckers are dead serious. And when you compare it to the rest of the so-cal punk lyrics, Fat Mike may as well be TS Eliot. Download now and play at maximum levels. Immigration, gun rights, fast food, suburban sprawl, and general commercialization of life as we know it. Plus, they are at the epicenter of all that is wrong with America: Los Angeles. Like he said: "A gun in California, a 20 dollar fine." And just when you think its over, they give it to you harder than ever.
Plus that TI jam is so hot right now.