THE MASH TUN 220203

kicking_k:
this is my party - fabolous
six days (feat. mos def) - dj shadow
hotel california - little miss trinitron
the way we get by - spoon
diamond dogs - timbaland feat. beck and aaliyah
3rd reel judy garland - restiform bodies
ripped up suit - comet gain feat. kathleen hannah
posed to death - the faint
hot pink hot sex - peaches and gonzales
nothin ! - N.O.R.E
megacolon - fischerspooner

nikon driver:
blue monday - flunk
deceptacon (DFA mix) - le tigre
strange eyes - the RZA
obstacle 1 - interpol
season song - blue states
notorious - duran duran
5 million ways to kill a C.E.O - the coup
cha cha twist - the detroit cobras
fashion rules - chicks on speed
come into my world (fischerspooner mix) - kylie
we've got the beat - the go go's

kicking_k:
fake french - le tigre
she's a gangsta - ms. jade
flight tonight - the avalanches
human fly - sonovac
funky fresh dressed - missy elliot
hooked on radiation - the atomizer
i'm not like everybody else - boss hog
grindin' - the clipse
prom night party - the majesticons
bottom of the pops - gonzales
electrobix - the scissor sisters

nikon driver:
let's go crazy - prince
in da club - 50 cent
seven nation army - the white stripes
fix my sink - dj sneak
how soon is now - t.A.T.u
jump off - lil kim
rich - yeah yeah yeah's
made you look - nas
dance to the underground - radio 4
all i ever wanted was a good time - my computer



posted by nikon driver at 1:48 PM

so you come in out of the cold, you come in out of the cold, let’s say eleven o’clock or close as – you come in from the cold, there’s a pastel pink dogbowl piled high with lovehearts, there’s a couple of fistfuls of anti-war agit-prop alongside. you step thru into the ballroom, step thru a tangle of streamers and red balloons bulging fit to burst. nikon driver’s onstage, face traced in the blue light of the computer screen. behind him, a cinema screen, and a silver dolphin, revolving in the backdraft from the smoke machine below. he switches from mount sims to princess superstar with an impatient backhand gesture, and a chorus of voices rips into the crowd: “noo york city, noo york city CUNT!” people are massing on the edge of the dancefloor, are rocking on their heels, are almost ready now. above the stage, a computer-generated philosophy professor is visibly liquefying, is gesticulating in time to the music. when kicking_k lays down ms jade’s ‘dead wrong’, his favourite song in the world as of a day and a half before, the wall breaks, one brave soul bursts onto the floor, smile taking up whole lower half of his face, backpack busting up and down along with him. more people coming in all the time, nodding to timbaland’s staggered, staggering beats. by the time we’re into chicks on speed’s ‘fashion rules’, the crowd is pushing and pulsing, ever accelerating arms, legs and - crucially - haircuts. the screen soars over fractal suburban backyards, homes in on a stoner caricature floating on a chair, as he meanders thru the subtitles at the bottom of the screen - the difference between dreams and reality. people sprawled at the foot of the stage, people perched on chairs and tables, cannibal ox to har mar superstar, radio 4 to the faint.

yr loveheart says, “be mine”.









big thanx to bob for letting us use his photos.
posted by kicking_k at 9:07 PM