Al B. Hard does it Pony Style

Over the past few weeks, I have made the following recipe no less than 4 times, which is definitely a lot for me. It is very simple and always gets consumed quickly.

• 2 ripe avocadoes, peeled and diced, one pit reserved
• 4-5 cloves garlic, minced
• 1-2 jalapeño peppers, minced
• 1 tomato, diced
• 1 handful cilantro, chopped
• 1 lime, juiced

Stir together all ingredients in a bowl. Once everything is mixed well, add an avocado pit. The pit prevents the avocado flesh from browning in the rare event that this lasts more than a few hours without being eaten.

Over the weekend, I had the pleasure of hauling some gear and vinyl to Athens for a jam session with my main man Topher (or Roux, as you may have seen him billed). We spent a large share of our time working on a funky soul mix, taking the opportunity to exercise a lot of my 45s. Sometimes I forget just how many good songs I have in there.

Perhaps the most fun aspect of the whole operation was having four turntables running simultaneously, each pair with its own mixer. In all the time I’ve owned my own decks, I’ve never actually done that. Be assured that I will in the future.

We got some solid ideas down on e-paper (and I made a sweet spreadsheet to keep track of everything), but we stopped short of actually recording. The decision was made to continue shenanigans in Atlanta Monday night, and we did. Unfortunately, after our delicious but rather lengthy dinner at La Casita, we had little motivation or energy left to accomplish much more than setting up the quad-deck action again. This morning, Topher headed back to Athens without much more than good times to show for it.

I guess that’s the way it is sometimes. Anyone will agree that you can’t force creativity. We’ll just have to be sure to reschedule for a not-too-far-in-the-future date.

Dear reader,

If you value your hair at all, do not use CVS Vitamin Shampoo Truly Clean™!

I made the mistake of thinking it would be similar to the Target brand (which is itself similar to the Pantene brand). I could not have been more wrong. It would have at least been prudent to smell the contents of the bottle before committing to the purchase, but no. I made an assumption.

And now, I am wallowing in the results of this series of poor decisions. In my cubicle at work, I stew, surrounded by nothing but the “fragrance” of my own hair. It is terrible. If only there were some way to transcribe the smell, you could understand the pain I am feeling right now. Perhaps it is for the best that there is no such means yet devised. The Internet is already smelly enough.

Last night at Atlanta’s favorite dive bar/venue/discotheque, Lenny’s, I guested with the Factory Aire boys of Trashed fame. It was officially my second gig there, in celebration of the lovely and talented Rachael’s birthday, and I believe things went very well. Despite the fact that the Factory Aire gentlemen’s skills are well advanced in comparison to mine and ignoring the numerous equipment issues that caused total music failure on multiple occassions, there seemed to be no end to the compliments and support from my favorite audience — and the other various professionals present.

For that I am very grateful.

Had fun, got some chops, met some cool people, made them dance, and will be back again.

As foretold, last night was the first round of the Great Record Transfer of 2006. You can see the results here. There are about 45 full crates from the initial load, with about 20 more to be transferred tonight.

Record Explosion Part I (center)

The amount transferred so far was enough to fill Cody’s truck, his trailer and my car. With Mike and Edric helping out though, things went pretty quickly. That’s a very good thing, too, because the basement where these were stored smelled heavily of cat waste.

As far as the collection goes, it definitely shows signs of the life of a radio DJ: reams of worthless promo singles, subscription-only hits compilations and personal notes from no-name artists taped to sleeves. That’s not to imply that there aren’t plenty of gems to be had though. Specifically there’s a great deal of classic 80s and 90s hip-hop that I would probably never have found in a store. So overall, I think it’ll be worth it.

Look out for plenty of promo vinyl on eBay in the near future. Meanwhile, if you need me, I’ll be in my room sorting.

This is the beginning of great things; be sure of that. Tomorrow I take delivery of a collection of about five thousand records. I’m adding those to my own collection, which numbers about 1500 at this point, by estimation.

2006 is the year, people.

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