Ever since I became a lazy motherfucker (aka married) I no longer prance around in 6″ stilettos and do death drops on a pile of speakers. Instead I wear running shoes and dirty sweatpants for like five days straight. Dylan’s gone from irrelevantly reassuring me that I don’t need to spend three hours getting all dolled up or wriggle myself into insane outfits since I’m naturally already beautiful to sadly asking me to take a shower at least once across a calendar year. But cake can’t be both had and eaten. Bed made, now lie!
Lightning in a Bottle was fantastic.
Kaytranada, Machinedrum, Bassnectar, Troyboi, Stephan Jacobs vs ill.Gates were the standouts. Ivy Lab was very outside the box, extremely left field and challenging, I described them in the moment as difficult and awesome. Big Wild was my favourite, he made me tremendously happy, his set was basically perfect. The only flaw with it all was that it was over too soon. Fastest fucking week of our lives. Some of the scheduling was tough with acts on at times that were impossible for us so sadly we missed KMLN, Filastine, Naughty Princess, El Papa Chango and Headphone Activist.
Also the late night offerings were confusingly poor. We trudged around helplessly for hours trying unsuccessfully to find a decent afterparty to take us to dawn while everything descended inexorably into house music. The house music was omnipresent and inescapable. At one point we traveled clear across festival grounds to escape bad house music only to be confronted with more bad house music. The inescapability approached comical if it all wasn’t so actually awful.
But this isn’t meant to be some kind of diatribe against house music, it’s a diatribe against bad music. If it’s repetitive, forgettable, lifeless and boring, I’m not going to like it, I don’t care what genre of music it is. I’m starting to realize something I’ve known all along: what all these festivals is missing is me. Next time ill.Gates and NIGHT NURSE gotta go rogue. Ideally we should play the final hours and close out the show. All’s well that ends well. End on a high note.
We met a handsome hippie hipster and shared our wine with him, exchanging jokes and quips in the dark until the warm brightness of morning. Our new friend was one of Dylan’s fans and spoke knowledgeably about Dylan’s Billie Holiday song. He then talked fondly of his mother who was a nurse, I said it’d be fucking rad to have a goddamn mother who was a fucking nurse. “It’s awesome,” our new friend said. “She is amazing, really good, hardworking, loving, and with a smile that could melt an iceberg.” “Well we know now who to blame for global warming,” I said. “Wipe that smile off your face, woman. Snow, damn it, we need snow!”
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Thanks to everyone that made my first birthday so super awesome. It was honestly one of the best nights I’ve had and registers as one of my favourite birthdays. For anyone who’s got it in them for a round 2, Dylan and I are djing a one hour birthday set from 7:30-8:30PM at the False Profit Equity Party. Immediately after that we’ll attend the Machinedrum show at Independent. Join us! Yay it’s my birthday again!
“It is good to love many things, for therein lies true strength. Whoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.”
VINCENT VAN GOGH
I have a longstanding sympathy and such a deep sadness for Palestine, I was anxious about coming to Israel, I never imagined myself here. Our Israeli friends are beautiful people, they are artistic, hospitable, political, and aware, and everyone we have met has been wonderful, welcoming, and kind. Things so far have been fun and good, the food’s amazing, the fashion is unique, the people are great, it’s special to be here.
Literally everyone has dogs, there’s dogs everywhere, happy furry wiggling wagging adorable creatures of every shape, size, and kind, just bursting my heart with how wonderful they are, I’m spending a lot of time smiling at, exclaiming over, cooing, petting, and adoring them all, it’s fantastic. Dogs man, I feel such an immediacy of love for every one of these excellent beings.
We’ve been incredibly jetlagged still, getting up at 6:00pm in the evening, staying up all night, and going to bed as late as noon the following day. This topsy-turviness is working in our favour though, because these are Reshef’s normal hours, so staying with him has not disrupted his life in the least. Also this is very much an extremely late night crowd, on my first birthday, we didn’t leave to go out till after 4 in the morning, every club we entered was full and packed all night, we didn’t get home till 9am. It’s also so hot and muggy in the days and much more moderate, balmy and beautiful overnight, we might just work with the jetlag instead of attempting to fight or reverse it.
We’ve already watched nearly every movie on the external drive, we spend the nights spooning, giggling, and watching films. We watched every episode of The Jinx nearly all in a row, Dylan had never seen it, I rewatched it with him with interest, it’s such a fucked and fascinating story, and what an ending. It could not have ended more explosively or dramatically. During that final interview, the director must’ve been as blindsided and thankful as he was shuddering in secretly total fear. Then we watched The Past, which is such wonderful work from Asghar Farhadi, Farhadi is a fine director, and A Separation and The Past are both fine films.
Dylan had a very bad day today, his wheat and gluten allergy and laundry list of additional limitations makes it very difficult to explain things clearly to foreign waiters at international restaurants, and just overall it’s difficult for him to get to properly eat. When a mistake is made, he wakes up with large red itchy welts and splotches all over his body, his skin becomes an angry canvas of visible discomfort and distress. People without allergies often think that people with allergies are spoiled brats, annoying crybabies who see themselves as needing special treatment. This judgment, impatience, irritation, and open dismissal makes having allergies all the more aggravating, because not only do you have to bore people with details about your allergic life at restaurants and at meals, you also have to convince others that your allergies are serious and real. Often too, what you’re left with actually being able to eat is limited, minimal, and stripped of whatever made the dish taste good. Eating becomes a bland experience and a difficult hassle, which is sad.
Dylan’s been tense and anxious and stressed out, this is a strange reversal, because these are all words and conditions that more continuously normally describe me. He’s been worried about money, our home situation is tentative, certain friends have disappointed him and let him down, business partners have variously failed him and have had to be let go. All this with the angry itchy red welts and splotches all over his skin, concerns about other things like work visa renewals, travel and flight costs, and then Dylan complained about some kind of internally cutting pain, said when he went to pee, it felt like he was pissing acid. Motherfucker’s falling apart right before my goddamned eyes.
“Jesus, darling,” I remarked, “Ain’t nobody got time for that.” Dylan made vague attempts to turn down his depression, and forced a flimsy smile. “We’re on vacation,” I said, “We’re supposed to be having fun, kicking back, and relaxing. Plus it’s my birthday, so you’re extra supposed to be glad.” On my birthdays, Dylan feels pressure to enact much sunshine and roses, but sometimes he needs to be retold. My birthdays are the only days of the year when I get to dress Dylan all up in beautiful elaborate details involving wigs and dramatic false eyelashes, Dylan does me the honour of acting like he adores it. I make him birthday gorgeous, and we go skipping hand in hand down darkening streets, deep into the rapture of evening.
We went tonight to an exceptional vegan gluten-free organic restaurant, it was one of the best vegan dinners we’ve ever had, and the perfect place to enjoy a birthday meal. They let everyone bring in their wonderful dogs too, so I got to pet, coo, snuggle, play with, and smile at every kind of happy eager wagging tail jump up kissing lick magnificent darling dog present, Dylan and I both were giddy and glad. There’s beautiful regal stray cats proudly strolling and parading everywhere as well, but as I am severely allergic, I don’t cozy up with the felines.
Currently Dylan’s teaching an evening Ableton and music writing workshop in a packed large dark and cool club, which is pretty awesome, considering the fact that it’s Monday and midnight. The crowd is mostly attentive intelligent Jewish males, I am one of a handful of girls. Dylan began the lecture with thanking everyone for coming, and thanking his wonderful wife for letting him teach a workshop on her birthday. He gave me a rapid sideways kiss, everyone cheered and clapped, I grinned.
“Smile every once in a while,” I said to Dylan in a low voice, “Because sometimes when you talk, you seem stiff and impatient and too serious, you don’t seem stoked or glad.” “Yes,” said Dylan. “And don’t speak too quickly,” I said, “Because English is not the first language of people here.” “Yes,” said Dylan. “And I love you. Break all of the legs,” I said. “Yes,” said Dylan. My wifely duties thusly done, I winked with discreet and glorious meaning. What would Dylan do without me, I am in charge of so much of the fine print, I don’t just cut the man’s hair. Happy birthday to me! All my love from Tel Aviv.
We leave soon on a three month honeymoon! We’re traveling to Israel, Malaysia, Indonesia, Australia, Canada and Costa Rica, with a possible stop in Sri Lanka where we’ll join a team to help build a house for the poor, and afterward we’ll throw a party. ill.Gates has been invited to dj and inaugurate the space. Should be awesome. Should still file a complaint with the boss though, because three months and seven countries is obviously not sufficiently exciting. I’m a wife, I know my rights. In Australia, I’ll be djing a few shows too, who knows, maybe I can get ill.Gates to open for me. Word is he’s a pretty nice guy and is also an adequately decent dj. I’m hopeful, and I believe it’s a good fit, but we’ll have to see what management thinks.
There’s some confusion about this event because it seems the words “book” and “party” are rarely used in the same sentence. Some people seem worried they’ll be at the club with the music on low volume and being forced to stare at some girl, listen to her mutter excerpts from a book they know nothing about and haven’t read. I assure you this party will be much louder, more memorable, and more exciting than all that.
Main room will be a place for you to rage while specially selected diverse musicians and talented djs will perform and slay face. Back room will be me and my books and some large double-sided framed art collage photography prints for sale, and with more personal eclectic dj actions setting the vibe and pace. Drinking, dancing, discussing the art and the books, and socializing, that’s what’s up.
Moldover’s offering a special live performance involving a midi controller, guitar, and vocals. He’s the first main room act and he is awesome so come early. I call El Papachango “Captain South America,” he’s always been one of my favourites. I don’t really know who ill.Gates is, but I hear he’s real nice and not half bad at djing. Dov’s so cute and sweet I just wanna pinch his cheeks. Nick Dagger’s got some great dancehall ragga drum and bass realness to give, Dark Twain who is huge and tall and black I booked purely on the strength of how witty his name is. Night Nurse is me so brace yourselves. My modus operandi is eclectic, unexpected, fucked up, strange and good. I insist on quality and I hate to be bored. The music of the night will deliver accordingly, not to mention the art and the books!
Book signing party at a dance club. Unorthodox, but that’s the point. Party in the front, business in the back. Joy all night. Bitch you guessed it.
I’ll also have large 20X16 double-sided professional-grade lustre prints of some of the art collage photographic pieces that appear in my book for sale at the party. Double-sided means 2 silver halide prints for the price of one. Printing, framing, matting, tax and shipping all included, framed in handcrafted real solid wood, and $120 each. All prints have a subtle special protective metallic lustre finish.
This gallery showcases some of the images available.
I’ll bring several framed pieces to the party, but you can order from me separately at any time, in which case you can choose which 2 images you’d specifically like, instead of being limited to what pictures I’ve chosen to have printed together, and have brought with me.
Have a look, please enjoy, see you Friday!
STRONGER AT THE BROKEN PLACES
BY SADAKO TCHAIKOVSKAYA VERSION2
6X8 Little Black Book Hardcover Layflat Panorama. Flush mounted by hand on 0.8mm thick bend resistant inner board. Each page board is made of real silver halide Fuji E-Surface photo paper with lustre finish. Thick flush mount bend resistant page boards maintain firmness and shape. Page boards are rigid and can withstand rigorous use. Lustre coating protects against spills and stains. Images and text are presented in high density colour on a fine photo surface.
The book contains a special selection of my nicest art collage photography alongside several of my best vignettes and little stories (mostly about Dylan, the fun we have, and how criminally silly we both can be). This whole thing took me ages. It is my deep and vigorous hope that you’ll love, share and enjoy it.
Books are $55 each. Tax & shipping included.
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So I finally made a book. It only took me about a thousand years but whatever right. I did it. This is my first published work. It contains a selection of my nicest art collage photography and some of my best vignettes and little stories. Sharing this moment with you makes me happy. Spread the word. Let me know what you think. Get your copy here.
Yesterday we laid around lost inside a pile of pillows all tangled up naked in the manufactured dark and watched projected big on walls six films all in a row. A luxury of inertia and closeness. Pure languor. Real nice. True story.
Fahrenheit 451 despite being a wonderful book made for a very bad film. We kind of couldn’t believe it, sighed a lot, held each other close and were basically cowering by the end. What a mess. Embarrassing. Too bad. Repo Man was hilarious, The Quiet Earth was pretty good, I forget what else happened. Lots of audio book horror short stories too read by narrators with melodramatic voices. Nice times and makes for interesting dreaming.
Today we are actually up and moving around. Limbs are pleasing things. It’s pretty goddamned beautiful out there today, we would be remiss to not take action. Plus hi! It’s my birthday!
I’m djing an intimate and exclusive Dancehall bus party tomorrow night as NIGHT NURSE alongside legends Knowa Boutit and Friday Love.
Previous dancehall mixes I’ve made include Gee Wee and Nothing But Time. The dj mixing software I’m familiar with no longer works with my computer since it’s been wiped and updated so I’ve spent these past couple days crash coursing in Ableton. Now that I’m beyond sensations of anxiety, hostility and frustration from being forced to learn something new in a limited amount of time, I’m enjoying myself a whole lot more and excited to rise to challenges versus wanting to cry and complain and hide.
Being a human is funny. Such emotions.
The party is tomorrow night July 26 2014 8-11PM. All tickets must be bought in advance at the this site. Pick up is at 8PM sharp in the alley behind the Elbo Room on Valencia. Get there early to be sure we don’t leave without you. This experience WILL rock worlds.
The Facebook invitation page is here.
This is a BYOB event. LET’S RIDE.
May the fourth be with you.
With “Buried Alive,” I went from general supporter to deep appreciator. Fun material beautifully executed, it’s a great stand-up achievement. I’ve already enjoyed it three times with different friends who all now are themselves fans. That special is special and has moved Aziz Ansari nearer to the top of the list of my current favourite comedians.