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The Secret Life of Esteban Moody

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Let me tell you a secret. Are you ready? The secret is this: you’re not who you say you are. You’re a secret agent. You’re in disguise. You have a secret mission.

Remember that night in Monaco when you almost ran me over in your Veyron? You were with a strange man. What was in that envelope? Did you think my feelings were hurt when you pretended not to know me?

I know what you’ll say: that your little cat-and-mouse games are for the good of humankind. That jelly doughnut is a radio transmitter. They implanted cyanide capsules in your teeth. Your cybernetic eyes give you x-ray vision. Your telephoto lens is really a gun and your gun is really a telephoto lens. If not for you, the earth’s core would have exploded last week, the population of Eastern Europe would have been wiped out by a brain-eating virus, and Fort Knox would have been blasted into space by a deranged ex-president.

Well, my friend, I will tell you another secret: I’m an agent, too — a double-agent — and my mission is to make you think you’re a secret agent. Yep, that’s right. That recruiting office in Moscow where you signed up? A front! Those filing cabinets were empty and that “mental aptitude test” was just a ruse (uh, not that your score was actually the “highest in recorded history,” either). That first “mission” in Caracas? A carefully orchestrated set-up: there was no atom bomb in Martín’s suitcase, no heroin in the soccer balls, no kidnapped US senator, and no zombie army controlled by an evil mastermind — just local university students who thought they were extras in a horror film. And, no, you didn’t stop the planet from exploding, invent a cure for a brain-eating virus, or defuse any giant rocket-blasters on Fort Knox. I’m sorry.

Why am I telling you all this? Well, like I said, I’m a double-agent. The forces who employ me wanted you distracted, and then your ego crushed when you realized none of it was real. You’d have become a babbling idiot, no one would believe your crazy stories, and you’d spend the rest of your life in a straightjacket. Not a bad plan, actually. My employers think you’re dangerous.

But what’s really been happening? Sure, it’s all been fake, but the fact is that I’ve been training you to be the world’s most dangerous secret agent — and it’s worked. Every obstacle, every enemy, every false clue I’ve put in your path? You’ve brushed them aside with your steely aplomb. No, you didn’t stop the planet from exploding, but you would have if it had been going to.

I’m telling you because your training is over. Congratulations. I wish we had time for a party. The fact is that now that I’ve told you, I may not have much time. In fact, I hear someone coming up the stairs now: a lurching limp, the smell of Egyptian cigarettes. Don’t let me down, kid. Get out there — the world needs saving. It needs it bad. Go!


Funk me, it’s Friday! | 28 March 2008: play or right-click here to download.
Set list:

James Brown: Nose Job
Freddie & The Kinfolk: Blabbermouth
Jesse Anderson: Mighty Mighty
Lefties Soul Connection: The Chank
The Pinker Tones: One of Them
Georges Deligny: Panique au salon (Grooveblaster remix)
Ingram: Get Your Stuff Off
Misterholmes & The Brotherhood: Thrift Store Find
Sonido Lasser Drakkar: Pontiac Firebird ’82
Underground Maniatikas: Lean Like A Chola
Amalgamated Funk Co.: I Wanna Take You Out
The Brothers Johnson: Come Together
Mad Dog & The Pups: Hep Squeeze (Party Time)
Main Source: Fakin the Funk
Orgone: No More Gravy
The Politicians: Love Machine (Instrumental)
Pacha Massive: Don’t Let Go
The Falcons: I Can’t Help It


Letter from the Sun

[photo: Chestnut Rau]


Dear Esteban,

Stop calling me Kelvin.


The Sun


Two podcasts for the price of one!

Funk me, it’s Friday! | 21 March 2008: play or right-click here to download.
Set list:

Jimmy Smith: Mission Impossible
Mandrill: Fat City Strut
The Boogaloo Investigators: Let The Groove Move You
Diamond Uprisers: Diamond Jerk (New Kind of Jerk)
The Pointer Sisters: Yes We Can, Can
Ebony Vibe Everlasting: We Are Family
Freddie & The Kinfolk: The Goat
The Fabulous Counts: Lunar Funk
The Capitols: Afro-Twist
James Brown: Devil’s Den (Live)
Billy Preston: Gospel Groove
Lo-Fidelity Allstars: Tied To The Mast
Black Star: Astronomy (8th Light)
The Buena Vistas: Soul Clappin
Broad Street Gang: 12th Street Man
Syl Johnson: Don’t Give It Away
Sugar Billy: Super Duper Love Pt1
Sugar Billy: Super Duper Love Pt2
Bea Ford & James Brown: You’ve Got The Power

Funk me, it’s Friday! | 28 March 2008: play or right-click here to download.
Set list:

James Brown: Night Train
The O’Jays: Love Train
Xavier: Work That Sucker To Death
Chris Joss: Get With It
The Apples: Killing
Chuck D & the SLAMjamz Artist Revue: Soul Power
Fred Wesley & The J.B.’s: More Peas
The Snugs: Strugglin’ (Original)
Lack of Afro: Pure Filth
Soul Toranodoes: Go For Yourself
Speedometer: Straight
Stevie Wonder: Signed, Sealed, Delivered
Sam Cooke: (Somebody) Ease My Troublin’ Mind

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You Don’t Know What You’re Missing

Remember that fantasy you have of me in a cheerleader’s uniform dancing on a leopard-skin chair? Well, you’re going to be disappointed that you missed this past Monday night at Clockwork. The game was “Should It Stay Or Should It Go,” which consisted of me pulling out random items from my inventory and those in attendance voting “Stay” or “Go.” (The cheerleader uniform was a “stay,” the leopard chair a “go.”) Other items of note:

Viking Helmet: Go
Cowboy Hat: Go
Bondage Table: Stay
Sex Chair: Go (too tacky)
Long blue hair: Go
Checkered jacket: Stay
Squirrel on face: Go
Dog that ran away: [ran away]
White lollypop: stay
Something that was called a shirt but was really just kind of a trapezoid on my boobs, WTF?: Go
“Irish woman undershirt”: Go

But besides that, the music! What will you hear? Well, put it this way, when we all get to Heaven and they’re passing out the ’77 Camaros and GTO’s, the leather jackets, and the combat boots, this is what will be playing on the car stereos. The ecstatic glory of rock n roll.

The fun usually starts around 6:30ish SLT and goes for a couple of hours.

I’m Esteban Moody and I paid for this ad.

Kill City | 24 March 2008: play or right-click here to download.
Set list:

Ted Nugent: Free For All
Sweet: The Ballroom Blitz
Kiss: Strutter
Journey: Any Way You Want It
The Patti Smith Group: So You Want To Be (A Rock ‘n’ Roll Star)
Radio Birdman: Descent into the Maelstrom
The Modern Lovers: Pablo Picasso
T. Rex: The Groover
Motley Crue: Too Young to Fall in Love
Naked Raygun: Peacemaker
Sex Pistols: Holidays In The Sun
Gang Of Four: Armalite Rifle
The Psychedelic Furs: Sister Europe
Thunderclap Newman: Something in the Air
Queen: Look Back In Anger
The Aliens: The Interpreter
Motorhead: Ace of spades
The Meatmen: Mission:Impossible
The Dickies: You Drive Me Ape (You Big Gorilla)
New York Dolls: Trash
Jerry McCain: Next Door Neighbour
Wanda Jackson: Whole Lotta Shakin’ Going On
Buddy Holly : Oh Boy
Buddy Holly: Ting-A-Ling
Gene Vincent & The Bluecaps: Red Blue Jeans and a Pony Tail
Cliffie Stone: Jump Rope Boogie
Peck Rowell: Take It Easy Greasy
Bob Dylan: Positively 4th St.
The Fugs: I Saw The Best Minds Of My Generation Rock
The Vibrators: Baby Baby
The Ramones: Carbona Not Glue
The Jam: The Modern World
The Buzzcocks: Orgasm Addict
The Three O’Clock: Jet Fighter
Thavius Beck: (Music Will Be) The Death Of Us All
Billy Thorpe: Children Of The Sun
The Beatles: All You Need Is Love


A Letter to the Sun

Dear Sun,

Sometimes I think it strange that I continue to write to you — or even that we have corresponded at all. Here I am, a hermaphrodite DJ in Second Life, you, a giant ball of fire 93 million miles away. You are 4.5 billion years old, and the temperature at your core reaches 13 million degrees Kelvin. In the morning, your rays stream through the slats on my venetian blinds and illuminate the little constellation of dust floating above the glass of water on my bedside table.

I saw you yesterday — warm and bright in the afternoon sky. I can’t tell you how happy I was to see you. The winter here is gray and overcast. (Remember what I told you about the atmosphere here — all nitrogen and oxygen!!) Did you see me? I know you can barely make out my little speck of a home, but I jumped and waved anyway.

O Sun, here’s the reason for my writing: did you know that some days — today, for example, I have trouble going on? The simplest things seem a struggle — and thus of course they are a struggle. I feel like some hero of classical myth beset by enemies, confounded by obstacles — like Dorothy in the field of poppies, for example:

They now came upon more and more of the big scarlet poppies, and fewer and fewer of the other flowers; and soon they found themselves in the midst of a great meadow of poppies. Now it is well known that when there are many of these flowers together their odor is so powerful that anyone who breathes it falls asleep, and if the sleeper is not carried away from the scent of the flowers, he sleeps on and on forever. But Dorothy did not know this, nor could she get away from the bright red flowers that were everywhere about; so presently her eyes grew heavy and she felt she must sit down to rest and to sleep.

But the Tin Woodman would not let her do this.

“We must hurry and get back to the road of yellow brick before dark,” he said; and the Scarecrow agreed with him. So they kept walking until Dorothy could stand no longer. Her eyes closed in spite of herself and she forgot where she was and fell among the poppies, fast asleep.

“What shall we do?” asked the Tin Woodman.

“If we leave her here she will die,” said the Lion. “The smell of the flowers is killing us all. I myself can scarcely keep my eyes open, and the dog is asleep already.”

It was true; Toto had fallen down beside his little mistress. But the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, not being made of flesh, were not troubled by the scent of the flowers.

“Run fast,” said the Scarecrow to the Lion, “and get out of this deadly flower bed as soon as you can. We will bring the little girl with us, but if you should fall asleep you are too big to be carried.”

So the Lion aroused himself and bounded forward as fast as he could go. In a moment he was out of sight.

“Let us make a chair with our hands and carry her,” said the Scarecrow. So they picked up Toto and put the dog in Dorothy’s lap, and then they made a chair with their hands for the seat and their arms for the arms and carried the sleeping girl between them through the flowers.

The poppies are inside me, of course, a vast, lush and colorful field rooted deep in the soil of me. My internal Tin Woodman and Scarecrow are there too, most of the time, to carry the Dorothy of me through to the next clearing, but always the lion of me is left behind. He runs, but the flimsy poppies always get him.

Do you remember, Sun, how the lion is saved? The Tin Woodman saves the life of the queen of the field mice by beheading a wildcat — and so her squeaky little subjects, tens of thousands of them, express their gratitude by pulling the lion out of the field on a wagon that the Woodman fashions from nearby trees. Each of them brings a bit of string with which to make a rope.

O Sun, where are the field mice of me? Today, did my Tin Woodman miss and chop off his own head instead of the wildcat’s? (Do you remember that the Woodman beheaded himself once? It was the last of him, I think, to be chopped off and replaced with tin.) Without them, my lion slumbers on to death!

Sometimes, without the mice, a certain music will rouse the lion, for I am Esteban Moody, purveyor of the true funk. Praise the lion with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the psaltery and harp! Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise him with stringed instruments and organs! Praise him upon the loud cymbals: praise him upon the high sounding cymbals!

But today the music is not working, so I write to ask your help. O Sun, help me to open the heavy lids of the cowardly beast! I know a piece of your great fire burns inside him. Will you make it burn bright and and hot enough to wake him? In the distance I can see the tall turrets of the Emerald City, but without my lion I am helpless.



Funk me, it’s Friday! | 14 March 2008: play or right-click here to download.
Set list:

The Deacons: Sock It To Me Part I
The Deacons: Sock It To Me Part II
G.R.I.T.S.: Jan Jan
Groove Armada: I See You Baby (Fatboy Slim Mix)
Run-D.M.C.: Sucker MC’s
Cookin On 3 Burners feat. Kylie Auldist: Settle The Score
James Brown: Hot (I Need To Be Loved, Loved, Loved, Loved)
Jackie Moore: Singing Funky Music Turns Me On
The Jaggerz: Born Poor
Ides of Time: K-Car for Sale
Bonnie Pointer: Free Me From My Freedom/Tie Me to a Tree (Handcuff Me)
Laura Lee: Women’s Love Rights
Georgie Fame: Beware of Dog
Jackie Mittoo: Ghetto Organ
The Lions: Givin Up Food For Jah
Johnny Hammond: It’s Too Late
Jackie Wilson: You Left the Fire Burning
The North Philadelphia Juniors: I Know Jesus Is Calling
Brenda Holloway: Every Little Bit Hurts


The sedge has wither’d from the lake

Dear Myg,

You know I know how it feels. How does it work? We want one thing; we do another. Who’s in charge? Who’s the commanding officer here? I remember when I quit smoking: there was one in my hand again, even though I had told myself no.

I told myself no. Funny that that even makes sense. Why would the I need to tell the self? Isn’t it supposed to be the self in the first place? I told myself no, but my self did it anyway.

The usual story is this: the self does it anyway because the self lives in a fantasy world — or wants so much to live in a fantasy world it acts as if the fantasy were real. When my mother died, my father took us back to Ireland and turned to the drink. My great-grandmother made him dandelion tea for his nerves. On May Day, she scattered primrose petals on the stoop and smiled at me sideways. “So the fairies leave the cows alone,” she said. Some flowers were not allowed in the house and she cured the dog’s limp with comfrey and vinegar. One night my father fell into a ditch on the Shangarry Road and was attacked by a swan — a pen defending her chicks. After that night, he never swallowed a drop.

But what if it were the other way ’round? What if the self’s drive for addiction were its way not of striving for fantasy but of holding up a mirror to Real Life? Everywhere we look, the world tells us to surrender to addiction. Television. Sex. Money. Youth. In Real Life, addiction is what it means to be alive. It follows — doesn’t it? — that Second Life is where we keep addiction at bay. Of course these things are tricky, and sometimes with what’s Real and what’s Second, we may lose track of the wisdom to know the difference.

When in doubt, I look for the ditch with a swan in it.



Funk me, it’s Friday! | 29 February 2008: play or right-click here to download.
Set list:

Wild Cherry: I Feel Sanctified
Brothers Johnson: Get The Funk Out My Face
The Isley Brothers: It’s Your Thing
Room 5 Featuring Oliver Cheatham: Make Luv (Extended Mix)
Prince: Kiss
Tom Tom Club: Genius Of Love
Fred Wesley & The J.B.’s: J.B. Shout
The Unemployed: They Won’t Let Me
Calypso King & The Soul Investigators: Raw Grapes
Chambers Brothers: Funky
Voices of East Harlem: For What It’s Worth
Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings: How Long Do I Have To Wait For You? (Ticklah Remix)
Stevie Wonder: Maybe Your Baby
Aretha Franklin: Groovin’

Funk me, it’s Friday! | 7 March 2008: play or right-click here to download.
Set list:

Earl Van Dyke & the Soul Brothers: The Flick Part I
Earl Van Dyke & the Soul Brothers: The Flick Part II
The Delegates: Pigmy Part 1
The Delegates: Pigmy Part 2
James Brown: Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag [Parts I and II] [instrumental]
James Brown: I’m a Greedy Man (Parts 1 & 2)
The J.B.’s: The Grunt (Parts 1 & 2)
Rufus Thomas: The Breakdown (Part I)
Rufus Thomas: The Breakdown (Part II)
Bobby Franklin’s Insanity: Bring It On Down to Me – Pt I
Bobby Franklin’s Insanity: Bring It On Down to Me – Pt II
Vicki Anderson: The Message from the Soul Sisters (Parts 1 & 2)
Isley Brothers: That Lady (Parts 1 & 2)
Billy Preston: Greazee Part I & II
Lou Donaldson: Funky Mama [Parts 1 & 2]
Don Covay and the Goodtimers: Can’t Stay Away


Practically Speaking

With Myg & Burgess out sick this past week, it’s been a little quiet around the ol’ M is for Myg office. Sure, Sable and Rain traipse in to pick up their checks, but they’ve got the location assignments, got it? They’re not in the office. The wardrobe people, makeup, photographers — it’s like a goddamn traveling party. I’ll tag along sometimes, see if I can score some free champagne and chat up the catering staff, but after a while someone will say “shouldn’t you be writing something?” BTW, did you know they get to keep all those clothes?

Back at the office, it’s the same four desks and broken coffee machine. And that memo from Myg. “Only one comment on that last post, Esteban. Perhaps turn down the mystical psychobabble just a tad?” Toughest editor I ever had.

“Well, Moody,” I tell myself, “You didn’t become a writer for the money or the fame, right?” And then I realize I’m goddamn talking to myself. Jesus, better go for a cup of coffee. Maybe someone will be down at the club.

And who’s Myg to tell me what to write? I write the truth, goddamnit! And if the uneducated masses can’t handle it, well I guess she’d better just fire me!

Hold on, Moody. You need this gig. DJ’ing isn’t paying the rent yet. And besides, who else is going to give you free reign to go on about your little theories week after week? And think how many times Myg & Burgess have saved your ass, bailed you out, given you a place to crash? You’re not angry at Myg, Moody; you’re angry at yourself. You’ve always wanted to be more accessible, remember? What are you afraid of, anyway?

Shhhh. Talking to yourself again.

funk for the masses | 22 February 2008: play or right-click here to download.

Set list:

Donny Hathaway: The Ghetto – Part 1
Donny Hathaway: The Ghetto – Part 2
Rufus & Chaka Khan: You Got The Love
The Commodores: Slippery When Wet
Earth Wind & Fire: Help Somebody
Bee Gees: Boogie Child
Christina Aguilera, Lil’ Kim, Mya & Pink: Lady Marmalade
DJ Krush: Keeping The Motion
Chris Joss: I Want Freedom
Eugene Blacknell: We Know We Have to Live Together
The Counts: Thinking Single
Ike And Tina Turner: Ghetto Funk
Mighty Flea: Ode To Billy Joe Pt1
Funkadelic: Funky Dollar Bill
The Rollers: Knockin’ At The Wrong Door
Christina Aguilera: It’s a Man’s Man’s Man’s World


Do What You Do

[Funky podcast at the end of this post.]
[Come and dance to the FUNK Fridays at -=CLOCKWORK=-from 8-9 following 2 hours of DJ keTchUp!]

Thanks for asking. Mostly, it’s been a relief — and that wound is finally gone, thank goodness! But I’d be lying if I told you being transformed into the Hulk wasn’t disorienting. It’s not easy being someone else. Has that ever happened to you?

I’m getting caught up on unfinished business. We moved the funk show to 8-9 on Fridays, so we had to change the name. After a thrilling first elimination round, we’re ready for the final competition! If you came up with the winning name, you’ll win a date with the lovely Sable Slade! For runners up, we have some lovely runner-up prizes like a toaster oven or something.

Who’s in the running, you want to know? Well, of the 16 elimination choices, Chestnut came up with 1, I came up with 4, Sable came up with 1, Wrath came up with 2, and Xaxoqual came up with 6! Does that add up to 16?

Good luck to everybody!



funk for the masses | 15 February 2008: play or right-click here to download.

Set list:

War: The World is a Ghetto
Cyril Neville: Tell Me What’s On Your Mind
Eli “Paperboy” Reed & The True Loves: The Satisfier
Fatboy Slim: You’re Not From Brighton
Positive K: I Got A Man
Eddie Roberts: Georgio’s Brother (lack Of Afro Remix)
Vicki Anderson: Don’t Throw Your Love In The Garbage Can
The Explorers: Countdown To … Soul
MC Solaar: La Musique Adoucit les Moeurs
Parliament: Bop Gun
The Sherwoods: Cheaper By The Dozen
The J.B.’s: Hot Pants Road
Ron Holden: Need Ya
The New Mastersounds: 102%
Bob Marley & The Wailers: Could This Be Love
James Brown: It’s A Man’s Man’s Man’s World
Aretha Franklin: Bridge Over Troubled Waters


The Return of Esteban Moody!

[Funky podcast at the end of this post.]
[Come and dance to the FUNK Fridays at -=CLOCKWORK=-from 8-9 following 2 hours of DJ keTchUp!]

I am no longer the Hulk, dear readers. I am someone else.

Last Friday, here’s how it happened:

[18:11] Preston: Hey yo Este
[18:13] Preston: Sable
[18:13] Preston: Hey :-)
[18:13] Sable: Hey Preston
[18:14] Sable: Is Esteban ok…lol
[18:14] Preston: He hasn’t answered me yet
[18:14] Preston: So, no?
[18:14] Preston: Lol
[18:15] Sable: Hmm…that doesn’t sound good
[18:15] Preston: Este you’re morphing back to your old self?
[18:16] Sable: No more Hulk?
[18:16] Preston: The cut has healed
[18:16] Sable: oooo…
[18:17] Preston: Lol
[18:17] Sable: Maybe we should call 911
[18:17] Preston: Call in reinforcements
[18:17] Sable: Medic!
[18:17] Preston: we need assistance
[18:18] Sable: Este can you hear us?
[18:18] Preston: Where’s Ben when we need a bullhorn
[18:18] Sable: lol
[18:18] Sable: wait i have just the thing
[18:19] Megaphone shouts: Esteban!
[18:19] Sable: Hmmmm….
[18:19] Preston: Lol
[18:19] Preston: Maybe he goes into a cocoon-like state?
[18:20] Sable: Oh maybe
[18:20] Sable: We should take pics…the rebirth of Esteban Moody

[18:56] Mygdala: cheers darling
[18:56] Romana: Esteban….wake up!!!!
[18:56] Preston: He’s in a morphing state ma’am
[18:57] Mygdala: ah ok that makes sense
[18:57] Romana: Myg…we are going to have to perform surgery on Esteban
[18:57] Mygdala: are we qualified?
[18:57] Romana: please get me 30 cc’s of jive, stat!
[18:57] Mygdala: I’m definitely not wearing the right outfit
[18:57] Romana: haha!
[18:58] Romana: my father is a doctor, so I’m qualified
[18:58] Mygdala: well thank god
[18:58] Mygdala: either way I’m changing clothes thou
[18:58] Romana: me too…let’s put on our surgery gear
[18:58] Mygdala: I don’t have any
[18:58] Mygdala: damn
[18:58] Romana: haha
[18:58] Mygdala: I was thinking something smexy
[18:59] Romana: haha
[18:59] Mygdala rummages through her closet
[18:59] Mygdala: because it’s the WEEKEND!
[18:59] Mygdala: where the hell is that sable?
[18:59] Mygdala: Rain?
[18:59] Mygdala: wha happen?
[19:00] Romana: ok…i changed clothes…now I’m qualified to operate on Esteban
[19:00] Mygdala: I think I have rubber gloves in here somewhere
[19:00] Romana: by the way…Myg…did I tell you today that I loved you?
[19:00] Mygdala: ok I’ll scrub the floor when I’m done
[19:00] Romana: ok, now time to operate on Esteban
[19:00] Mygdala: I love you too Romana!
[19:00] Benjamin: gloves? lol…you’re not making a sandwich there, cmon
[19:01] Mygdala: I need a mask now
[19:01] Romana: ok, the first thing we need is something to put her to sleep
[19:01] Romana: who is the anesthesiologist here?
[19:01] Mygdala: you are
[19:02] Romana: dammit jim, I’m a doctor not an anesthesiologist!
[19:02] Mygdala: are you too wasted?
[19:02] Alexander: you are one hot nurse/doc/anesthesiologist
[19:02] Mygdala: Who has drugs?
[19:02] Alexander: ok, I’ll hit him in the head with a hammer
[19:02] Mygdala: No wait – Alex, of course
[19:02] Alexander: lol
[19:02] Alexander: you know it
[19:02] Romana: oh shit…am I a nurse or a doctor…I can’t remember
[19:02] Alexander: god, I’d love to be an anesthesiologist
[19:03] Alexander: I’d breath all the gas

[19:57] Esteban: wha’…?
[19:57] Sable shouts: ESTEBAN!!!
[19:57] Preston: He’s back
[19:57] Elusyve: all the shouting woke Esteban up
[19:57] Esteban: …..huh?
[19:57] Alexander: Esteban stirs!
[19:57] cranach shouts: Welcome back to the rl Esteban!
[19:57] Esteban: …..where am i?
[19:57] Sable: dude we called 911 like an hour ago for you
[19:57] Alexander: Este? you’ve been in some kinda coma
[19:57] Esteban: wha’ happened?
[19:58] Preston: Hulk go
[19:58] Esteban: and why am i wearing these ridiculous purple shorts?
[19:58] Alexander: um, you were the Hulk?
[19:58] Sable: Hulk like purple
[19:58] cranach: ^^ i love your purple pants*
[19:58] Mygdala: Hi all
[19:58] Esteban: the Hulk? oh get real
[19:58] cranach: Hello Mygdala~~welcome to clock work~~
[19:58] Preston: Lol
[19:58] Romana: hello mYG!
[19:59] Alexander: um, look at your Flickr stream
[19:59] Mygdala: why thank you Cranach!
[19:59] Preston: Yo Este we haven’t met then, lol
[19:59] Esteban: i have the worst headache…
[19:59] Alexander: Este, Preston, Preston, Esteban
[20:00] Alexander: your hawk is purple too
[20:00] Esteban: Preston? That sounds familiar somehow
[20:00] Mygdala: Shhhh Esteban is coming out of a fugue state
[20:00] Esteban: purple? WTF
[20:00] Alexander: yeah, you were here as Hulk, blah blah blah
[20:00] Preston: We’re neighbors, buddy
[20:00] Alexander: yeah, your tie too
[20:00] Esteban: what’s all this about the gulk
[20:01] Esteban: the hulk
[20:01] Romana: a psyochogenic fugue state
[20:01] Esteban: Jesus, what am I wearing?
[20:01] Alexander: are you ready to git down?
[20:01] Romana: Esteban…are you ok???
[20:01] Preston: Lol
[20:01] Alexander: get on the motherfucking decks Este!

I sure am glad that’s over. . . ?

funk for the masses | 8 February 2008: play or right-click here to download.

Set list:

Maynard Ferguson: Gonna Fly Now
Bee Gees: Stayin’ Alive
Kool And The Gang feat Jamiroquoi: Hollywood Swingin’
Quazar: Funk ‘n’ Roll
Fatboy Slim: Santa Cruz
Titan: Corazon
The Dismasters: Small Time Hustler
Jay-Z feat. The Dap Kings: Prince of Ballard
Societys Bag: Let It Crawl
Carleen & The Groovers: The Thing
Freddy Robinson & Tall Paul Hankins: The Hawk
Booker T. & The M.G.’s: Lady Madonna
John KaSandra: (What’s Under) The Natural Do
Charles Bradley and the Menahan Street Band: The World (Is Going Up In Flames)
Natacha Atlas: (It’s A Mans’s Man’s) Man’s World
Dinah Washington: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

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