Saturday, September 02, 2006

Boy George is a DJ now. I think he always was, but did not show it off when he was with Culture Club. He was a singer then. Today everyone is a DJ, or wants to be. It's been appropriated by the mainstream. Even itunes is on the hook up. The other day I was in Santiago de Chile and I met a composer, Mirko Petrovich, who does visuals for high-end clubs, and he tells me that some of the biggest names that come around use apple with itunes. He mentioned the usual cats, Van Dyke, Oakenfold, among others. He tells me that this one DJ (no name) has the crowd going and at one point he's off to the bathroom and left a long mix on, and then the music changed from one tune to the other, with the expected special equalizing effects that the electronic DJ is supposed to do live, and the crowd in the back of the huge club went nuts, nuts! thinking it was the DJ breaking it down on the decks. He was breaking it down for sure, but not on stage...

In terms of performance on the ones and twos, I always go back to the hip-hop cats. Like Q-bert. He ain't frontin'

Mondrian Hotel. I remember being there once. Or was it the Standard? I can't remember. I do remember the Standard having some beautiful model, at the time a woman, taking an ultra-violet bath behind the hotel counter, and a DJ on the side spinning lounge music on vinyl mixed in with Pizzcato 5 remixes. I do remember being in both or one of the hotels on Sunset strip, not sure why I'm not sure... I do remember meeting a friend in one of them for dinner. She was actually an ex-girlfriend who was then desigining for Levi's, and was doing a tour around the LA shops to see wassup, I remember her saying she was going to Japan shortly thereafter. She was based in SF at the time, but now has moved back to Lalaland, I believe.

In any case, the space was awesome, and I do remember at some point during the conversation some talk about Mondrian having designed the dining room. And I looked around and thought, lots and lots of straight lines all around... "the truth is in the line," huh? Or something like that is what I remember from some excerpt I read in the Art Theory anthology, which is like a bible for the art academy at this point.

As to the ladies with glued make up driving around Andy mentions... gone baby, gone with the wind.