Peaches

Once upon a time, I got stupid drunk and  sang “Fuck the Pain Away” by Peaches to my friend’s mother. My friend says that her mom was very uncomfortable…especially when I started simultaneously rapping and taking my shirt off. Ah, what beautiful memories I can’t remember. Peaches, who I consider the female version of Prince,  has taught me all sorts of stuff about electronic music, gender, sparkly/hairy things, and that conservative mothers really don’t appreciate her music or being called a fatherfucker.

Anyways, Peaches is hyper sexual, kinda gross and generally amazing. She also loves to give out free things like 35minute mixtapes…and I appreciate free things.

http://www.beggarsgroupusa.com/media/DOD_peachesmixtape.mp3

The National Hobo Convention

There’s a National Hobo Convention every year in Iowa! My friend Diana (who does weird shit like go to hobo bonfires in LA when she’s not studying Asian things at UCLA)and I were talking about this magical event where the hobos, bums and tramps of the U.S of  A come together and have a parade and name a king and queen of the hobo world. Diana and I are thinking we’ll go next August. She’s fearless and has the ability to talk her way out of just about any situation, and I can fight like a UFC beast, so I think we’ll be fine as far as safety and all that jazz. The only major concern is the train jumping part…

 

Homeless people are way more organized and awesome then they get credit for. Well, most of them. That dude who walks down K street flinging boogers on everyone just plain sucks…i’m a bit hobophobic when it comes to him.

My blog is looking mighty bootsy

aw, damnit.