Happy superbelated labor day and whatnot, y’all! It’s early morn’ of 9/11, and I’m broadcasting to you live from JFK airport in NYC (spooky, innit), on day # 10 of my USAmerican voyages. Sittin’ here waiting for my flight to San Francisco. I haven’t slept, burned some midnight oil, feeling quite braindead, so better don’t expect a lyrical masterpiece now. However, let me hit you with what I’ve got.
Just in case I haven’t mentioned yet, I’m on sort of a mini US-tour with homeslice DJ Enso. After spending 24 jetlagged hours in San Francisco, we flew straight to the eastcoast to spin at Sutra in Manhattan, alongside the magnificent Michna aka the artist formerly known as Egg Foo Young. Peep the queue in front of the club and a headbanded DJ Enso.
NYC is one of the most vibrant, diverse places I’ve ever been to. I fucking love it. Bit of a culture shock, after spending so much time in Hong Kong! But travelling as much as I’ve been lately, I actually find myself in a constant state of culture shock. I might get used to it. Williamsburg has good pizza, bagels and pugs.
Meet our adorable hosts CB Radio.
In the next picture, you’ll see me livin’ it up at the headquarter office of Wall Street Journal. How the fuck did I get in there without getting brutally tasered, dying a cruel and spasmatic death? You’ll never find out.
Oh yeah, we also been to Baltimore, but let me squeeze my Marylandian adventures into a separate post, ok? Ok. Lovely Roxy Cottontail invited us to play her night called ‘Digital Fancy’ at Manhattan’s new hotspot called The Greenhouse.
Crowd at Greenhouse going bonkers.
Enso / my tired self / Roxy.
Dammit, I wanna be on that plane now. Can’t hold my eyes open much longer. I’ll be arriving in San Fran round noon after a 6:30h flight, and I can’t wait to shower, stuff a burrito in my face and walk the piers. SF, your weather better be splendid today.