Santa Touched Me. Felt. Liked. Christmas!

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If It Wasn’t For You – Various Cruelties

Dark. Dreary. Drab. Depressing. Dire. Dismal. Doleful. Dreadful. Downer. Dose. Big bulbous buckets of gushing water. Tut. The week before Christmas the rain held a reign of terror over L.A. Brutal. In every way. I know. But it did. People can’t cope. Simply melt away at the sight of rain. Panic kicks in. Folk freak out. Mighty fun really. Particularly the week before Christmas. The week when the fun and anticipation is meant to be kicking in. The week when the Christmas spirit is mean’t to be freaking you out! In a good way. Instead. Just surrounded by wet moaning non-believers (in Christmas). Kind of weird too seeing as Christmas is full on advertised everywhere. TV non-stop. Every show has a Christmas special. Every shop has a Christmas sale. Every person… Doesn’t really give a hoot aboot it. Almost everyone anyways. Almost all Americans at least. Europeans were believers. Just surrounded by non. Asked an American buddy if he was looking forward to his Christmas dinner… Dinner? I’ll eat dinner when I’m hungry I guess. A burger or something? I don’t know. What do you mean? Oh Jesus. Christmas buzz, in full swing! Closest it felt to being like Christmas in any way was when I accidentally knocked over the Christmas tree in the foyer of my building. Lugging in DJ gear out of the rain. Wet shoes. Wet leaf. Wet floor. Slip. Catch. Bag. Balls. Fall. Tree. Fall. Catch. Ish. Christmas balls. Everywhere. Picked it up and danced on as quick as a can. And you know how quick cans can dance! No harm done. Just my composure. Shhh. And so this was Christmas… ? Continue Reading »

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Pure Irish Butter

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Discussing Peter’s new role. Kai’s haircut. Showing how Ireland is taking over Hollywood. Baby steps. Butter on!

You Are America?

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Round And Round - Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti

Yesterday. Day of confusion. Fun times. Yet again, one of life’s great mysteries reared its peculiar head:

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Hans In The Hills!

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Busy few days! Float on bee. Bit all over the place. God only knows what I am actually doing though. DJigging has been on. Dancing. Some type of footage was shot yesterday. Must edit. And today… Shot a music video? Variety is the spice! Must get more blogaruus and podcasts up more regularly. Christmas is coming. Free books for all! (Although I hear books for presents are in this Christmas!?) Pod on …

Hearing Haze: Episode 7 – Hans In The Hills
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(Volume seems to be low! Or am I just going deaf?)

Do You Know How Lucky You Are To Read My Blog?!

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Viro – Pryda

Some balls. Not happy. Just been flagellating myself off the floor. Feel exactly like Fionn Mac Cumhaill’s son. You know… Oisin. You know… When he left Tir na nÓg on that horse. Warned not to get off. As he would die if his foot touched the ground. Then he fell off, turned into an old man and died. Tut. Fell off the horse. Kind of like me. And the writing horse. You know the one. Horse which gets bigger and bigger and seems harder to get back on the longer you stay off. So when you do try to heave yourself back up you just end up rambling on aboot a mighty old Irish myth. Exactly like Fionn. This is going well. Being back up riding a horse. Words are flowing. Tut. Time for a rant. Funking bouncers… Continue Reading »

Randumb Recruitment!

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Round two of recruitment. Are you from Cork… ?  Go on the cottage cheese!!!

(Perhaps I should make a Youtube version with subtitles? Ok. Done. On the way!)

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