Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Shake Appeal - on some next.

We have officially parted ways with The Beauty Bar (good riddance to bad trash) and our next Shake Appeal is going to be MAJOR. It's at an all new location for this time only, and I can't say where right now because the owner is very sensi with this shit, but just think back to the good old golden era of the rave.... let's say 1992... and imagine where you would find yourself, high on cheap acid, with your face being melted off by 10 bass bins. Yes, THAT is where Shake Appeal is going to be.

And just the icing on the cake... a special set by (thee) Mike B of LAX and Banana Split (L.A.). If you haven't heard what this guy is doing, it's time to wake from the nap. Great mixtapes, great remixes, great edits, and he is actually a great dj on top of it all. No sneakers in the dryer here, unlike some.

I mean, come on! He's about as cuddly looking as a goddamn Koala. Really.

Presale tickets will be on sale at 5 & A Dime for $5. $3 tickets available for a limited time exclusively through our email RSVP - And it will be $7 the night of the event.

Doors open at 11pm and close ???

Mike B - Live from LAX

Mike B - SPLIT Mix

Mike B myspace

Knish Hit Squad myspace

Graveleaf myspace

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

VonStroke me.

This dude is a good producer. I've never seen him perform, but this Thursday he's playing at Universal... the new "gay/not gay" bar in Hillcrest.

RSVP for guestlist to

And please specify Claude Von Stroke in your message, along with your full name.

Click the link below for a FRESH VonStroke song.

Peanut Butter Jelly Time

Sunday, April 27, 2008

We win and you lose.

It is with great joy that I announce to you the official return of my favorite event, THE WORST MUSIC EVER. We reconvene at The Live Wire in San Diego next Saturday. Regrettably, Ibiza Mark will not be joining 50 and me to torture the shit out of you with dreadful music, excessive gun shot and air horn sound effects, and verbal abuse on the microphone. But the show must go on, as they say.

If you don't go, I will find out where you live, park outside your bedroom window at 3 am, and blare Flies in the Vaseline by Stone Temple Pilots full blast while honking the three tone airhorn Brandon and I just installed on my Corolla. Then, I'll hitchyuh in the lip with my shin bone.... putcher lip on the pavement... letchyuh talk to the pavement for a while.

The Neverending Story Theme

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Sick-ass ARTE.

Look at this amazing flier Melissa made for us. It's just the best, bro. Well, Booty Bassment San Diego is tonight at The Whistle Stop, so come. And peep the Melissa Miserable blog. She is keewl and stuff.

Some ol' new shizer.

I just completed this new song yesterday, entitled You Be Jiggillin'. It's a club banger in the Baltimore style and it kinda melts my face off a lil' bit. Please click the link below to download that ass.

You Be Jiggillin'

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

"It's like Rosie O'Donnell at a bi-sexual bridal shower."

I don't even want to say anything about this video. This shit is.... it's just fucked, alright?

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Baby is HAPPY.

This weekend I have been in San Francisco doing my two favorite events... Booty Bassment and The Worst Music Ever. The children are really taking to the idea that shitty music is for dancing to at the bar. I couldn't be any happier about this development in my life.

So, here's the big news.... Sam (the owner of the Whistle Stop where we do BB at in San Diego), just confirmed May 3rd for The Worst Music Ever at Live Wire. That is a Saturday. Holy Shit! I can not wait. I'll whip up a flier soon enough. Fuck The Zombie Lounge in the goat-ass.

Also, Ryan finally uploaded one of the videos from the Booty Bassment San Francisco one year anniversary party which we had a butt-shake contest at. It was fun. Conceit did a good job MCing for us and the crowd was great. Here is the final round...


Saturday, April 12, 2008


This Saturday is our last Shake Appeal at the bedraggled and besotted Beauty Bar. Good riddance to bad trash is what I say. It will also be Ikah's birthday party. He is going to be 23. Congratulations.

So, Ikah came up with this idea that he wanted a huge birthday cake with a chickenhead popping out of it. My neighbor happens to be a carpenter, so we got dude to make the wooden body of it. It has been my duty over the week past to make it look like a cake and not a woodgrain Devo helmet. Kind of a pain in the neck, but it's done and the fucker looks good. If I do say so myself. So here's a flick. I'm thinking about making this my profession.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Sorry I jizzed on your bed.

It has been over a month since I posted anything on this bitch. I don't know why. I guess I just got sick of bloggin', as the children say. I guess I was hoping for one of the other "contributors" to contribute. Alas, no such luck. So here I am, blogging about nothing, except for maybe an apology to anyone who cares a trifle for my sorry ass blog.

I suppose I could tell you a story.

April Fool's Day. I decided to play a lil old fashioned trick on my room mate Ryan. First off, Ryan is very tidy. His bed is made everyday, his room is orderly and clean, you get the idea. So, I decided it would be beneficial to our relationship if I pretended that I jacked off on his bed.

First, I selected a porn dvd from my upstairs neighbor's stash... hmmmmmmmmm..... Italian Sausage. Great. I went into Ryan's room and moved his ironing board out of the way. I sat on the edge of his bed, facing the tv, making a butt-imprint in his blankies. I placed an open bottle of nice organic lotion at the foot of his bed. Organic lotion works better. Then I placed an old Booty Bassment t-shirt with conditioner (jizz) rubbed into it on his bed. Next, I took the dvd out of the case and wrote a little note on it that read, "APRIL FOOL'S BRRRRRO!" and put the dvd into his player. I left the case open on top of his tv.

I'm happy to tell you that he fell for it. He thought that our upstairs neighbor Patrick pulled a little sneaky jack-off sesh in his bedroom while I was in the shower or something. I couldn't have set it up more perfectly if I wanted to, because Patrick has been known to do such dirty things in his own room mate's bedroom and forget to clean up his jizz-mop afterward. Totally sick, but so funny.

So, that was fulfilling. If you ever have the opportunity to bum your homies out in this manner, please feel free to appropriate my style.

I guess I'm back. I'll try to be more accountable. I'm sorry. Bye.