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Does Anyone have any Info on the "RodSpeaker"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HePWBNcugf8 Contains NSFW language, motherfucker.

This one is too WTF for me to post directly: imgur: The Simple Image Sharer

I hear it has a good bottom end.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHZzObQUgE8 The improv on this is hilarious.

Indeed. I am going to make an 8x10" print of this shot and send it to her:

Aardvark is a man with priorities.

Last night I had an experience somewhat similar to what Viki went through. My head is pounding right now, so this is going to be the gonzo version: Yesterday evening I drove to a random Dunkin Donuts to meet Bozak, a friend of my friends Dave and Kate. He had the tickets to the Shpongle show in Boston last night. I parked on a site street, and waited for Kate and Dave to show up. They got there a few minutes later and we all piled into Kate's new Nissan Rogue (a Cute Ute if there ever was one) and got on the Mass Pike. In spite of her crappy GPS, we got to the venue (the Paradise), parked in a the lot of a tire store across the street. The two opening acts were lousy, but Shpongle rocked. Simon Potsford is a remarkable cool, laid back guy for someone so famous in his scene. He brought along six dancers who wore different UV-reactive costumes. One of them was a breakdancer who did a routine with a glass ball that he kept at the same position in space while he moved all around it. It was mind boggling to watch him. Right after the show ended, things fell apart pretty quickly. Apparently Kate had slipped out from the show (the club had a lax readmission policy, which was nice) and went back to her sport ute with a local psytrance promoter (the guy who booked me for the gig I played on Saturday, in fact) and drank a beer with him in her car. When she got back, she told Dave she had been "looking for him." Dave figured out she was lying, got quite upset over it, and began the overtures of a fight with her. My blood sugar was crashing, and I wanted get food RIGHT THEN. Unfortunately, Boston sucks for late night food. We got in front of a Chinese place (ugh) just as they turned off the open sign. The same thing happened with the "City Convenience" store where the clerk locked the door as we approached. Back at the car, Kate and Dave were fighting in earnest, and I began to realize that I was the only sober person. Kate grabbed her car keys and left Dave and I in the car. She didn't return for an hour and a half and ignored any and all calls and texts from Dave and myself. My blood sugar went through the floorboards, and I began to feel ill. When I go too long without eating, I get a massive headache and I'm not able to do much. This was especially bad, as I needed to be the one to drive. Out of Boston. I fucking hate driving in Boston. At one point, I noticed that the car alarm light was lit on the dash and mentioned it to Dave. That was a big mistake on my part as Dave said "what, we're stuck in here?" and opened the door, setting off the car alarm. At that moment, I almost lost it. I called my friend Lynn, who lives in Somerville. Unfortunately, she was in NY for the weekend and wouldn't be back until today. She suggested I call a cab, go to a hotel and she'd help me get back to W.Mass tomorrow. A good idea. Dave kept talking at me while I was on the phone and I yelled at him STFU. He started to get angry at me, as Kate wasn't around anymore. I told him I was leaving his drunk ass in Boston and getting my own way home. At that point, the car alarm stopped. After a bit of experimenting, I conluded two things: #1 the car alarm only goes off for about 90 seconds before shutting off and #2 Boston cops and residents don't give a shit about car alarms. I was wearing a T-shirt and no jacket, and it was pretty cold, so I got back in the car and sat through the alarm until it stopped. Of course, then Dave wanted to get back in the car as well... I told Dave he needed to avoid fighting with Kate so we could get out of Boston. He said he had to be at work at 8AM (it was now after 2AM) and said he'd do his best. Eventually, Kate showed up with Bozak. They each had an extra large can of "Peace Tea" and no excuse as to where they'd been. I took the keys from Kate (who was in the driver's seat) and she began complaining that everyone was ganging up on her. I asked her 3 times if she was able to drive. She said yes she was but... and started in fighting with Dave again. To his credit, he did his best to not take the bait and start the fight again. Kate was utterly unwilling to let me drive. I evaluated that she was sober enough to drive, but probably too upset. She drove us about 20 feet, pulled over next to a hydrant and began fighting with Dave again in earnest. She said "I'm going to take another walk" and she and Bozak got out of the car. She hit the alarm button. Again. To his credit, Dave stayed in the car. I said "fuck it" and got out of the car (setting off the alarm) and went after Kate. She began yelling at me as if I were Dave. She was talking about booking Christopher Lawrence (one of Dave's favorite DJs) for an event. She kept referring to him as "Christopher Walken" which would have been hilarious in other circumstances. My head was now throbbing and I felt ill. I told her we needed to leave now and I pointed out that Dave had stayed in the car. I got the keys away from her and went back to the car. She and Bozak followed. At the car, I concluded that I was really too sick to be driving in Boston. I had only eaten one slice of pizza in the preceding 9 hours. At a few minutes after 3AM, we finally began driving and headed the fuck out of Boston. Kate drove 80MPH the whole way back. It was speedy, but nerve wracking as hell. We drove past two rest stops on the Pike before Kate would stop. She and Dave stayed in the car, and Bozak and I went inside. I bought some painkillers and a caffeinated soda, and a $5 burger from Mickey D's. The burger was awful, but it put something in my stomach at least. Back on the road, Kate decided to pick a fight with me, over the wiring of her iPod and car stereo. I ignored her and concentrated on eating and taking painkillers. Finally, around quarter to five in the morning, they dropped me off at my car. I said "It's been real, it's been fun, but it ain't been real fun." and walked away. I got home this morning after the sun came up. I sent out half a dozen emails, canceling just about everything I had to do today. I passed out and woke up around 1 this afternoon with the worst headache, and a text from Lynn saying that her cat Kiki had died. It's just as well that I didn't end up staying in her apartment or I'd have been the one to discover the dead kitty. tl;dr: Shpongle was awesome. I am never getting in car with Kate or Dave again. Kate will be lucky if speak to her again.

Dennis Hopper is 74 today.

I have never been to B&H. That is probably good thing, for my future credit rating. One shot from this weekend's madness (which is still unfolding): This guy (I think his name is Dante?) plunked down a Moog Prodigy and Line6 effects processor next to the DJ around 6:30 in the morning, and played riffs and pads for the next several hours. There really is nothing like a genuine analogue synth line as the sun is coming up.

Slept. Tonight, I am supposedly going to Baaahston to see Shpongle play live. A lot of elements have to fall in place for that to work out, but it will be amazing if it does. I've been listening to Simon Potsford's music for 14-15 years now and never seen him live.

!sraP

Well, it's a helicopter, taken from another helicopter. You got it in frame and in focus, which is nontrivial to do, I imagine. Nice work. The Euphrates looks like Uranus. That's what she said.

If for some reason you don't know what Goatse is, do yourself a favor and keep it that way.

Slept.

...now that was a hell of a party. I should, uh, sleep sometime soon.