Dangerously Beautiful

Cake (see: scrilla, duckets, chedda, paper, dough, etc.)

(It was not my birthday).

Trying to squeeze some vacation-esque sight-seeing is difficult, but I managed to venture throughout Tokyo before my first show later on that night.  Hit the train station:

Walked.

Walked some more.

Linked with DJ Yuta.  He had just returned from 8 months in Miami and 2 months in NYC.  We know a lot of the same Miami crowd, though this was my first time meeting him.

And the one and only Taka provided most of our navigating.

Then we walked some more.

I know Taka from school, only I just met him a week or so before heading to Japan.  He is from Japan, but has lived abroad for some time.  He’s in the doctoral program.  I know you can’t wait until you can get therapy from this guy.

Though foreign bathrooms are usually interesting with all sorts of widgets and gadgets I don’t see everyday, Taka warned me not to touch anything in this toilet.   Yes, this is for 1 and 2.

We arrived to the more traditional part of Tokyo where original buildings still stand from yester-year.

Then Taka left us. <tears>

Yuta and I were on my own…..only Yuta is not from Tokyo and this was his first time to Asakusabashi as well.

(more…)

It’s always difficult for me to post at the speed of life, so now that I have a second during this Osaka morning, let’s catch up.

I spoke too soon! I’ve got to run to sound check now, so enjoy these out-of-sequence photos, and I’ll comment later!

I was going to make a great post about my first few days in Tokyo and the shows, but instead I got caught up using messenger.  Now, I’m out the door to the bullet train.  I’m heading for Kyoto, Shiga, and Osaka.  I’ll be back in Tokyo towards the end of the week.

Gotta K.I.M.!!

Oh, how I know this scene all too well. Goodbye M.I.A.

Hello to doing the running man in Japan.

I’m not actually staying in the Four Seasons. This photo was to stunt that all the signs are in…Japanese.

Busy.

Arigato, Sayonara (that’s about all I know)!

You KNOW I wanted to title this post Konnichi wa $%^*!

The “other” reason for this blog……

Coming soon…

The Fair!!

Yea, I am too old to be going, but I went anyway.

Fairly nice day, and I had just got out of a final exam review, so I hopped-skipped-and-jumped on over to the annual Dade County Youth Fair.

Back some years yonder, when I was the youth in the Youth Fair, my mom would take my sister and me (yes, it’s me, check your grammar books) to the Youth Fair and let us run rampant. Then my sister went to middle school with her middle school friends (read as: older women) and was too cool to go to the fair with her little brother, so I pimp-gamed her friends to kick it with me on all the rides. Yes, the GAME was strong even in the days of my youth.

Since they don’t let senior citizens on the rides, I checked out the exhibitions. With all those blue ribbons, it is hard to understand what the kiddies didn’t do to receive a red one.

Please save the babies: some students made their own cereal boxers. Here we see Let Her Lick the Rapper’os.

Oh snap, future AFG designer?

Johnny trying to get some more press?

A trip to the fair is not complete without grubbing.

I didn’t eat here, but had to take the shot for the label, and for Jeanethe.

The lone rider…….

Oh man…

This scenario happened a few weeks back. The kid Chino and Deviant_Me are residents at a monthly electro-house night on South Beach. We were busy providing the funky sounds…..

Kim came through with a gang of people and held the party down.

Next thing I know, there’s a bit of commotion going on, but this isn’t any ordinary “OMG the DJ rox!” commotion…. Make a long story short, apparently some shady goings-on were…going on in the back of the club. One dood had to keep it extra real and broke a bottle over another dood’s head…

Yea…….so, I saw NONE of this. I only saw the ensuing commotion. As I walked out of the DJ booth, music turned down- but still playing, I saw blood on the dance floor (NO MJ). Outside, Fire Rescue had arrived.

The ILL part, while this guy was limping out and being put on the gurney, he totally curses his girlfriend out!!! Strapped down, Fire Rescue over him, cops buzzing about, this guy gives her the finger!!!  The worst part, while all this was happening, the only thought on my mind was snapping pics for my blog.

We go to Chino for his commentary on the ensuing madness:

Soon thereafter, cops roped off the club entrance and I was stuck inside as CSI did their thing. At the same time some girl started taking risque poses….and then started taking risque poses ON me.

This guy said he was her photographer. I forgot his name, but he was nice enough, though, a photographer with a camera worse than mine? Anyway, he had the Eastern European accent, so we’ll give him the pass.

This was taken from whence I was trapped inside. Miami Beach: Rope off the police line on a Benz.

Unfortunately, as the scuffle was going on, my man BT was manager on duty and tried to break it up. He got clocked straight in the eye and was NOT doing well.

This was the crew of the guy who got carried off. His girlfriend was on that drunken-stupor-yet I-don’t-need-to-be-drunk-to-be-stupid drama. Note the misfits shirt….they definitely were.

When all was said and done and CSI kicked us out of the club, Chino, BT, and I held up in the 24 hr tanning salon next door. The young lady attendant was cool, and we ended up talking for about 45 min, waiting for BT’s car to be removed from the police line. She was really psyched about Dangerously Beautiful and said she’d buy EVERYTHING so I told her she could be a model, but would still have to buy EVERYTHING.

I then drove BT home and we got stuck in a traffic jam for an hour at 5am.

I can’t make this stuff up.

There are 1.9 gazillion blogs on the Internet, with subject matter ranging from the technical to the social to the downright bizarre, and even the naughty (I see you BBLP2!).

In deciding what the focus of Game On, the official blog of A Fair Game, would be about, I had to look deep into my soul. After that long minute, I realized I would be the blogger to blog about: the coolest people (emphasis on the sarcasm in “cool”)

Picture this: You’re at a party, an amazing party, with amazing music, hott chicks, sexy ladies, swoll hoochie mamas, posers, hipsters, back packers, dancers, breakers, poppers, everybody! How do you let everyone know you’re cool without seeming like you’re crying out for everyone to notice how cool you are?

Whip out that cellphone.

You’re asking, “But it’s so loud at a party, why would I use a cellphone?” Actually attempting to speak on the phone during a slamming party of ear-bleeding decibel proportions is a technique too advanced to explain just yet. I am not even at that level. Instead, text like your life depends on it! You could find a more quite corner:

But, there is no need. You are, after all, just THAT cool where you’ve got other “moves” to attend to while sippin’ ‘nac.

However, don’t be too consumed by your texting, that shows that you are “interested,” and the point is to be too cool to be interested in the party, texting…anything! Look natural:

Exude Freshness, text in random positions (I said positions in reference to a Smoothy pic….):

Yes, you can 187 two birds with one stone: piss off your baby daddy by letting him know you’re in a club AND not going to pay that back child support, all the while, ignoring said party to text your baby daddy!

That’s how these cool people get down. Don’t fret, I’m not at that level of one-handed texting either.

Shout out to the dood who comments about poor Smoothy (he’s in the front row in the stunna shades, next to the waif in the white hat, OMG) attempting to text while being baraged by the ever-so-wild and manic crowd. That guy deserves a free t-shirt.