Holy moly, sweet mother of all things that are sacred, by the beard of Zeus and the nectar of the gods. (Deep breath)

Ladies and gents, duderinos and duderinas (if you’re not into the whole brevity thing). I am hereby welcoming you to the long awaited, highly anticipated and fauna populated arrival of my new website!

Dem nah ready. That’s what I say. Dem nah ready.

Maybe you were wondering why I hadn’t updated the site in a month and a half. (No, I haven’t been in a downward spiral of myspaceosis.) Maybe you thought I was a schmuck. Or maybe you remembered reading in a previous post that a brand new website was coming to shatter all cyberspace. If you were in that 3rd category, you deserve a pound.

Well it’s here, and kids, I’m excited. I’m all giddy. I gotta give a super mega shout-out to the grand imperial Dust La Rock for designing this-here lil’ operation. Another shout to the homie Andy at Silent Gorilla for revving these engines and lettin’ this baby purr. And of course, secret handshake to big bro Dave for helping out as always.

Go explore the different sections and the corresponding ecosystems. Meet the lemur. I’ll be right here when you come back. Notice that I kept all the old diaries too, so nothing is lost. If you want to procrastinate, this is your best place to go.

Now speaking of diaries, let’s get this show on the road. The Sunglasses tour ended, and just a few days later I was off to Europe to do some Diplo vs A-Trak shows. Wes and I had played together in Chicago about a year ago, and since then had toyed with the idea of doing some sort of tour. This is what came out of it. We rehearsed for a day or so, combined the best parts of our shows, integrating our various mixes, his DVJ visuals, my routines and sampling, a sprinkle of paprika, and our show was born. First we played at the Hultsfred festival in Sweden. That was about 3 hours away from any airport. Sweden’s soccer team was finishing (and winning) an early world cup game as we started our set, so it went very well. Then we hit Helsinki, Finland, where the sun barely sets for about 3 hours. I ate some reindeer. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. And finally we hit the madness of Sonar, in Barcelona. That was definitely our best show. We had a huge crowd, about 5,000 people, and everything came out smoother than a baby’s bottom, but still rough and stuff like Rage’s afro puffs. (Rock on with your bad self.)

After a quick day at home I flew to New York to play with Kanye at a private, dressed-up fundraiser at the famed Cipriani restaurant (where we had once been for P Diddy’s birthday – see older diaries). Nas came out and did “We Major” and “If I Ruled the World”, and of course I got a flick for this-here journal. Then, Chromeo was playing at the Intonation festival in Chicago that weekend, so I went with them and kicked it, ate some corn dogs and watched Ghostface in glee and amazement.

From there I went to LA for 3 days, to get a bit of music done with the one they now call Gangsta L Crisis (speak to the lawyers), but whom we all know as GLC. They were also shooting the video for DJ Khaled’s “Grammy Family” (featuring Kanye, Consequence and John Legend) but I didn’t spend too much time there because video shoots are time vortexes.

And now we’re one week into this month-long run of summer festivals overseas with Kanye. We started out in Belgium and played in front of 80,000 people. No time for waffles, we had to bounce to Denmark where we hit the Roskilde festival which was even bigger. Then I stayed an extra day and did another Diplo vs A-Trak show there, where in fact we closed off the whole festival. Shout out to the whole Spankrock traveling operation, they all kicked it and shared cheap wine with us. From there I caught up with Kanye and we played Ireland and Norway in a sequence of flights where the airlines lost my luggage and records in three consecutive cities. I’m not even kidding, this traveling life can get ridiculous sometimes. At least we got to kick back a bit in Norway. We went and watched Devin the Dude – what better way to forget about your problems? And the next day, Ibn (our barber), Tony and Joi (background singers) and I went to join the Texas posse of Devin, Rapid Ric, Matt Sonzala, Sim Thug and friends, and we all got on this tiny little boat to a nearby island where they were having a barbecue. It was lovely, Devin was crooning, Slim Thug’s entourage was fishing, some girl grabbed a firstful of mussels out the water, grilled them and boy, they were the best mussels I’ve ever had… A great way to forget about the rigors of taveling. And now I’m in Poland. I just had some borscht so it’s official. And I’m typing the last words of this update, thinking “I can’t wait till they see the drunken tucan!”

So, in conclusion… Welcome to the new Trizzy-ville. Make yourselves at home, don’t leave the toilet seat up. I’ll be back soon.

Yadadamean.