Week 2 of the Infinity +1 tour! After the overall awesomeness of the New York show on the first weekend, I knew it would be smooth sailing for a while. I guess New York has this sort of make-or-break-ness to it. So picking up where we last left off, I took the train to Boston for a show on St-Patrick’s day, last Tuesday. It’s pretty rare that you get to take trains in North America compared to Europe, and it’s such an easier way to travel when the distance isn’t too bad. At Penn Station I was already seeing a bunch of dudes dressed in green, ready to double-fist some brewskis. The potential for obnoxiousness was pretty high, I’d say it was level orange. Arriving in Boston, I went to sound check with Mano and Hollywood Holt who were also performing that night and we realized that the club looked like a big boudoir. Jiggy clubs: another setting where bitchassness is very likely. The more velvet you see, the more likely you are to run into dumbbells. We went to eat a big lobster dinner and came back for the show. I guess it’s a good thing that I hadn’t played Boston in years because in the end I think that brought out my real audience and we beat out the evil forces of jiggy clubs and wasted jocks and had a really fun time! Everything else was a false alarm.
Do the bunny-hop over to Playboy’s Rock The Rabbit site and check out my interview! They also have features on Perry Farrell and Pharrell (haha… *wiping tear* seriously), MGMT, Q-Tip and others. I gotta go pick up the current issue of the mag, where they show the t-shirt that Dust La Rock and I made for them! [insert "I buy it for the articles" joke here]
Back in August in reported that I was filmed for a Playboy video feature where they invited me to give DJ lessons to Miss October (Kelly Carrington) and the winner of an intern contest who reminded me of McLovin. Well here’s the video! Slightly awkward but the bloggability factor more than makes up for it…
I’ll also be featured in the March music issue, hitting newsstands next week as part of their Rock The Rabbit program, with a Playboy-inspired t-shirt design courtesy of my main man and art director Dust La Rock.
My publicist set up a feature for me this week and she later admitted being scared that I would mail her an anthrax letter. I should really send her flowers instead. Why did she think I wouldn’t like this? I just spent an afternoon with a Playboy playmate. To be specific, Kelly Carrington, Miss October.
