OK I admit it. I messed up. I waited too long since the last update and now I have to rack my brain, look through my calendar and my iPhoto and figure out what the hell I’ve been up to for the past 2 months. Ah well, here goes… This one’s for you, Internet.

I think the last time I BLOGGED was right before Coachella. (I no longer run away from the word blog. See? I just blogged the word blog.) By a bizarre twist of booking fate I was actually absent on the first day of the festival when my better half was giving her big performance. Truth is, I accepted this show with Stretch that paid a heck of a lot of moola. So while Kid Sister was rocking on the same stage that friggin’ Bjork was gonna perform on, I was out in Memphis playing a corporate gig and being intensely existential.

Anyways, this year Coachella was a 3-day hoopla so I still enjoyed 2 full days in the… desert? Some people might not know this but Coachella actually takes place in Palm Desert, CA, where people like Frank “Blue Eyes” Sinatra and Marilyn “Wawaweewa” Monroe bought big mansions before they croaked. Nowadays, lifestyle magazines rent out such mansions to throw lush pool parties with delicious barbecues. And one such publication, Anthem magazine, had me DJ their afternoon shindig, which I found to be quite enjoyable. What was less enjoyable was watching the Oakley ink literally melt off the side of my brand new Frogskins. Bummer. Somehow when T-Pain sings about Oakley shades I doubt he’s referring to these guys. Anyways the festival itself was nice, LCD was amazing. And at the last minute I jumped on a show that Aoki was organizing the next day with the Ed Banger posse, Pase Rock, MSTRKRFT and many more. And it was epic.

A few days later in New York I was booked to play at Hiro Ballroom with my French cousin Mehdi and my buddies Floss & Pase. Mehdi and I decided to improvise a tag-team set, and we had such a good time that we’re now planning some tours together in the fall. You can only come if you speak French. Oh and Kanye came to that show at Hiro and met So Me, who was on stage for Justice last year when he stormed the MTV Europe awards and made a big stink (and who was now traveling with Mehdi). That was one of those “oh theirony!” moments, because now Kanye is all into dude’s art.

Then I went to play Baltimore’s notorious Taxlo party, where I was accompanied by a fever-fighting Dust La Rock. I went record-shopping the next day a found a grip of old Dance Mania 12-inches. Then I took last-minute trip to Philly and made some plans for world domination with Diplo. I feel I’m becoming more bohemian lately, getting into the whole “on a whim” thing. It’s nice. Real groovy.

I’m trying to think of what else happened in May. The Kid Sister 12-inch came out, the first release on Fool’s Gold. Vinyl available at fine retailers worldwide, and it’s also on sale on iTunes and Beatport. Don’t be shy. Aside from that I worked on some new beats, recorded some scratches for “Stronger”, DJ’d a Memorial Day party in the Hamptons where Bobby Brown came out with Smooth B. and Eric B. for an impromptu performance…. wait, what? Only in the Hamptons, I guess. It was my first time there.

In early June I went out to Europe with Kid Sis and we did some awesome shows in Oslo and London. Oslo was so much fun, the promoters were super nice, and this time of year the sun only sets from like 1 to 4am. So you’re walking around at 11pm and it seems like it’s 7. We went to this restaurant where I ordered oysters, and the promoter’s friend took a picture of me because she never saw anyone eating that. I couldn’t tell if it was like “look at the monster!” or “he’s so courageous!” London was a bit more business, meeting with labels and stuff, but everyone is so funny in London that it never really feels like work. We kicked it with Sinden a bunch and finally met the elusive man known as Herve. And shout out to Claire Germs, of course!

Before heading home I went to Paris for a quick day to catch up with the francohomies. Finally met another elusive man, the myth, the mystery, Kavinsky, holding it down for Fool’s Gold in Europe.

I ate some fine caviar that night.

And then I flew back to NY to DJ Kanye’s big 30th birthday party at the Louis Vuitton store. You’ve read the blogs, you’ve seen the pictures. But my favorite memory from that whole ordeal is Kanye asking me the night before if I could rip the “Afternoon Delight” song from Anchorman so that i could play it and he could sing along. And he did it. He did it right before Clipse performed, and it was splendid, in a very strange and awesome way.

Then I flew to Montreal and spent the weekend with my brother for his birthday. Chromeo and I are getting the cover of a certain acronym-titled music magazine in August, ahem, so we did that photo shoot. And Kavinsky came to town for a DJ gig, where I did an impromptu set on CDJ’s with him. They’re not so bad, those CDJs.

And after all that traveling, what does one do when they feel like they need a little break? My friends and family all say: vacation! (in unison) So you mean to tell me, when I’ve traveled too much, the solution is traveling to some place different? I get it, this time I’m not working, it’s fine, I get it. Alright so I took a little vacation to Morocco. The motherland, literally. It’s where my mother is from. I went there when I graduated from high school and loved it. I only wish I had a bit more time this time around because it did fly by in a heartbeat, but I’m still glad I went. But here’s the part I don’t understand. I get home from my vacation. The next day I realize all the work I have to catch up and I almost have a heart attack. And at the last minute Kanye asks me to come DJ his video launch for “Stronger”. I do it. I wake up the next morning and I have the flu. Is that how vacations work? Not to mention the 1091 emails in my inbox. Anyways, it’s fine. If I hadn’t been in bed for the last 3 days I wouldn’t have had the time to write this novela. But I apologize if there’s any nonsense in here because I am, after all, ill. I be illin. I re-read this thing and found all types of freudian slips. Ah well, I’m posting now. See you next time, Internet!