Your making me chuckle.
Your making me chuckle.
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
MJA: Who do you want to headline/sub-headline/whatever the Sahara in 2010? And if you feel like it, explain why.
My question is how do you spell Christendom?
Now I'm in law school.
Are your neighbors hot?
How many girls did you date rape at your frat?
Describe in full detail your secret superhero persona.
I think I'd be a Punisher-type of antihero that exacted street justice against our most vapid celebrities. Or maybe just the Real Housewives. Like, I'd be just a regular guy, but I'd declare a personal war on the Real Housewives. Much like Frank Castle, I wouldn't so much have a secret identity but rather slowly give up my current life to dedicate all of time to, I guess, gruesomely butchering all of the current and former Real Housewives with a dual purpose of deterring the dreadfully undereducated and misinformed housewives of our nation from a) acquiring wealth and b) exhibiting previously acquired wealth on television. I'd leave one surviving witness at each scene to tell my tale, though I'd write out my tale for them so they wouldn't be able to bastardize it with what I'm certain would be plentiful grammatical and logical errors.
Alternatively, I would be a guy who stopped petty thieves by slinging my ropes at them. Big, thick ropes. Of justice.
1) My freshman year of college was the first time I ever raved but, in hindsight, I'm not sure that I was really raving.
2) Despite going to a college in Buttfuck Nowhere, for whatever reason there was a dance club and most of my friends were these super guido Chicago southsiders so we'd all hang out there and they played a ton of just like, 90's trance and euro and just embarrassing shit. Alice Deejay, Vengaboys, PvD, fucking awful club mixes of Top 40 shit ... and I just reveled in it. I DJ'd there for about a year and if I can track down a playlist you'd probably be pissing your pants/convulsing from the sheer awfulness of it. But that was my first exposure to "raving".
Have you ever had an enlightenment moment? Assuming you have, what were the contributing factors?
Underworld: I've never seen them. All of my friends have. Seems like a must-see, high energy. I like live vocals with my Sahara performances.
SMD (Live): I've never seen them live. I thought their DJ set at Lollapalooza this year was fantastic. Again, just based on the YouTubes I've seen and word of mouth, seems like it would be a high quality tent show, plus I've really enjoyed all of their catalogue and sets I've heard, with the exception of Temporary Pleasures which I felt was a little lame (but the bonus disc to it was bangin'.)
Soulwax Nite Versions: 2ManyDJ's is a close runner up but these guys just blow my mind live. I thought they were phenomenal at Sahara '07 and I saw them a couple of weeks before that in a small club and they burned that fucker down. I'd especially like to see them perform some of their remix material; I'm pretty sure they did a whole mini-tour around the All of the Remixes... album.
The Knife: I've been persuaded that they'd be good in the tent. I saw them at Pukkelpop 06 in the fucking Dance Hall (or Boiler Room, I can't remember) and it's fucking wooden floor, when I was just barely aware of them. Now that I've grown to really love everything these guys do, I think seeing them would be more enjoyable for me. Their live set isn't necessarily a really dancey affair but it's visually and sonically really remarkable.
Vitalic: Listen to Flashmob right now and tell me that bastard didn't produce that album with the thoughts of burning the fucking Sahara tent down in mind.
I know it's five but fuck you.
Dr. Lektroluv: I'm a sucker for visual gags and his sets always reflect the newest D-Bag electro that I like.
Jack Beats: Project Bassline - "Drop The Pressure (Jack Beats Remix)" is going to get played 50 fucking times in the tent next year.