The Iron and the Marrow

I think reading the blog of someone you are into is a bad idea, no? I wish I wasn't so bored right now or else it wouldn't keep taunting me...

But even if this doesn't end up how I think it will (in a burst of flames) then isn't finding out all of his blog confessions from him better? I think so. I should probably just delete it from my bookmarks but we all know that won't happen.

I'm back behind the virtual decks tonight, this time at my usual, Bar 4 on 7th Ave in Park Slope. Both Camp are partly owned by my amazing new friend Larry whom is a rock star. He also co-owns a few other places in Brooklyn, amongst them three of my favourite music venues: Southpaw, Matchless and Public Assembly. Matchless is sort of my local, it's only a few blocks from my apartment and Mike from WakeyWakey is a bartender over there which is nice.

Tonight's a bit slow. I've had two nights of a bit slow actually (sidenote, I think I use the word actually too often). Last night was the second installment of TheMusicSlut and BrooklySkiClub's joint jam, The Non-Worker Party at Red Star. The line-up was killer but the people didn't come. Lesson learned, in Greenpoint a week night does not work. Next month it's on a Friday... the same Friday I am back here. Damn.

So this whole sobriety thing, huh? I think my djing is suffering. For realz. Or maybe I just don't notice how much I stink while I'm on the sauce. Regardless, I'm determined to ride the wagon at least until June 2nd, when I have a drinks date with a big company about sponsorship. If they need me to have a pint in order to give me money, so be it.

30 minutes....