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ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 23:33:33 -0400

With the exception of a brief fascination with dinosaurs following a field trip to the Museum of Natural History in 4th grade, definitely robots. I have been obsessed with robot voices/vocoders/talkboxes in music as long as I can remember.

Fuck your face, weather. (at MTA Subway - Fresh Pond Rd (M))

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 08:56:41 -0500

Fuck your face, weather. (at MTA Subway - Fresh Pond Rd (M))

I appreciate the faux #selvedge detail on the coin pocket that...

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 10:39:11 -0500

I appreciate the faux #selvedge detail on the coin pocket that he’ll never use. #lilhipster #staydipped

Yessss! Tapes for the new (old) ride. Can’t wait to hear...

Sat, 15 Dec 2012 21:46:25 -0500

Yessss! Tapes for the new (old) ride. Can’t wait to hear that WDRE live mix from 1994. #trouvéschezparents (at Mr. & Mrs. Kapunan’s house)

Steady flossin’.

Thu, 08 Nov 2012 16:14:20 -0500

Steady flossin’.

Every time I see one of these in NYC, I feel like I won at life....

Sun, 30 Sep 2012 13:49:03 -0400

Every time I see one of these in NYC, I feel like I won at life. #littlevictories #LIC (Taken with Instagram)

Ever since lowercase p arrived last year, we’ve been on...

Thu, 27 Sep 2012 09:29:47 -0400

Ever since lowercase p arrived last year, we’ve been on the hunt for any car larger than our 2006 Scion xA, which narrows it down to pretty much anything.

This Forester just sold me on going back to Subarus. As much as I loved our ‘97 Outback Limited, I was devastated when it shit the bed at 212,000 miles. Cue Slick Rick “Teenage Love”. Don’t hurt me again.

Say hello to “Tighty Whitey”. Still dialing in the...

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 19:51:53 -0400

Say hello to “Tighty Whitey”. Still dialing in the fit but so far, so awesome. (Taken with Instagram)

vicwomg: After 20 years of intense classical training you...

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 16:47:15 -0400

vicwomg:

After 20 years of intense classical training you finally get to put your viola skills to the ultimate test… with this.

My first time picking him up from daycare on my way home from le...

Wed, 05 Sep 2012 18:12:20 -0400

My first time picking him up from daycare on my way home from le day job. I’ve never felt more like an adult. (Taken with Instagram)

Lake + Lolo. #Kapunanboysdayout #3generations (Taken with...

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 12:17:04 -0400

Lake + Lolo. #Kapunanboysdayout #3generations (Taken with Instagram at Rockland Lake)

The only thing that would make this pic more 80’s is a...

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 12:21:16 -0400

The only thing that would make this pic more 80’s is a Porsche 911 filled with cocaine in the background.

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

David Lee Roth, Sean Penn and the Beastie Boys

Come up in the spot looking extra fly… (Taken with...

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 10:08:05 -0400

Come up in the spot looking extra fly… (Taken with Instagram at Grover Cleveland Playground)

This, along with the ground beef he had later, blew his mind...

Sat, 30 Jun 2012 19:25:20 -0400

This, along with the ground beef he had later, blew his mind today. #splashingaround #queenstagram #ridgewood #iphone4s #hapa (Taken with Instagram at Joseph F. Mafera Park)

Yup, summer’s here. (Taken with Instagram at MTA Subway -...

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 16:43:21 -0400

Yup, summer’s here. (Taken with Instagram at MTA Subway - Fresh Pond Rd (M))

Not to be all up on your jock Mr GW, but this is exactly how I...

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 11:04:11 -0400

Not to be all up on your jock Mr GW, but this is exactly how I saw future myself dressing as an adult. Hats off (or, waxed cotton Rapha cap) to you, sir.

mostexerent:

Breaking rules or “Breaking Bad”

Details | Cap - Rapha waxed cotton “Gentlemen’s Cap” | Vest - Hackett | Shirt - chiodo | Pantaloons - Rapha x PaulSmith | Socks - MUJI | LongWongs - Alden #8 shell Cordovan for Leather Soul

#realDJs have at least a drawer full of promo Shure/Technics...

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 08:48:48 -0400

#realDJs have at least a drawer full of promo Shure/Technics shirts from the late 90’s. Once worn proudly, they’ve now been demoted to laundry day/bike to work shirts. (Taken with instagram)

Yeah… so there’s this. I’m way too late to be...

Fri, 18 May 2012 02:02:00 -0400

Yeah… so there’s this.

I’m way too late to be posting anything related to what MCA and the Beastie Boys meant to me, but I will say that having the opportunity to DJ at a friend’s bar playing nothing but their music and the music that inspired them is one not to be passed up. So if you can get to Brooklyn on Friday May 18th, come hang. I’ll be dropping science like Galileo dropped the orange.

I woke up with this in my head the other morning. Flash back to...

Wed, 16 May 2012 01:46:35 -0400

I woke up with this in my head the other morning. Flash back to 1987.

Two years after picking up a trumpet for the first time, I found myself sitting in the band room of the middle school, learning to play versions of “popular” songs arranged for beginner/intermediate school bands, such as the theme from “Hill Street Blues” and “Eye of the Tiger”. Beginner/intermediate band meant all the fun things like syncopation were quantized to the nearest eighth note, and nary a sixteenth note or anything above high E on the staff to be found.

I didn’t think i was especially good at the trumpet at the time, and this was before the discovery of my having perfect pitch by another music teacher all but sealed my fate as a career musician. But it wasn’t long until I was moved up from Intermediate to Concert Band. That was a big deal, because normally students didn’t enter Concert band until sixth grade and I had just entered fifth grade, still enjoying such novelties as lockers and study hall. Not only was I good enough for the top-level band, but i started off sharing first chair with a seventh grader, who later took great pleasure in giving me ‘purple nerples’ and once made me cry for some reason I really don’t remember. He may have made fun of my Benetton rugby.

One of the first pieces in the concert band repertoire was a medley of all the songs from “Fame”. The medley’s finale, just like the movie’s final graduation concert, was “I Sing the Body Electric”, with a solo written in for the 1st chair trumpet. I can’t recall why B didn’t take it, but for some reason, I was now the youngest kid in the room taking it home, with the flautists in the front row craning their heads back to see who was interpreting the first verse:

I sing the body electric
I celebrate the me yet to come
I toast to my own reunion, when I become one with the sun

Outside of the piano recitals my sister and I performed in occasionally, this was my first taste of performing live. How fitting it was, that the song marked the triumphant close to the movie with hope; despite a suicide attempt, awkward baring of souls (and Irene Cara’s front end), clashing with teachers while hiding illiteracy, and everything else that comes with high school, the students of the NYC High School of the Performing Arts are sent into the world with bright futures and shitloads of hope. The last lines of the movie are sung by the choir:

And I’ll look back on Venus
I’ll look back on Mars
and I’ll burn with the fire of ten million stars
and in time, and in time,
we will all be stars.

A line which i’ll be sure to remember when i wake up in a couple hours for my day job.

I spent a year honing my Photoshop skills in a graphic design...

Sat, 12 May 2012 22:19:28 -0400

I spent a year honing my Photoshop skills in a graphic design studio in Westchester. It’s the only reason I could explain staying home on a Saturday night and farting this out in less than five minutes, then spending twenty minutes staring at it and laughing. Hair’s always been a problem.