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Thanks especially to foxy Roxy, Dj Elle and all the ladies involved. It was a great night!

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waterproof super heros 

There is a reason you choose the people that surround you.

One of the slightly mundane reasons Alex is the man for me is that he gets things done that I have a tendency to put off, like getting ready to surf this summer.

He found a guy in some suburb east of pasadena who sells new, name-brand suits at close to $100 bucks, depending on the suit, out of his garage (I’ll post his info asap).

we saw a deer there 

and a teddy bear 

When we got back home we found the landlord had done a bit more decorating. He’s really into couches right now.

guess the installation was inspired by the fact that we gave our 30 days notice! on to laurel canyon, American-rock-lore capitol of… America

this sign was on one of the couches “We have MATCHING 3 seat convertable couch to bed.” The he leaves his number. P.s. this is really how I dress when I don’t feel like a salad, when I don’t feel like dressing.

then we went to the Standard Hotel Downtown and I played a rooftop sunset gig. I love those.

Down with your peeps… Sarcastic disco party last Saturday May 19th didn’t get shut down, it got harder to find.

Alex’s outfit

Mine

the scene when we got there. The party was shut down at the original location and last minute the boys found a place to party a few blocks away.

Osamu in Map of Africa. Alex and i got to bring in the turntables and it felt like I was in church again.

I love this photo. This is the expert disco crew at work hanging speaker cables above the dance floor. It was probably around 1am.

Paul T., Osamu and Harvey gearing up.

the music came on, the people came in and the party began

this guy passed out by the bar. Dollar Pabst Blue Ribbon. It’ll get ya.

the chicken was there too!

And he/she was very thankful

Day 1: Habits, you’ve got to know ‘em to break ‘em

Ready, originally uploaded by ChristineRenee.net.

Saturday at Coachella, mine and Ant’s first.

Why on earth would “I” Christine Renee, Princess of the Night remembered by all things mirrored and slow moving be tempted to revisit my youth via an outdoor rock festival?

This year it was in the cards. i was booked to play a gig, I could drive there and a lot of friends from New York we’re leaving their holes in the sky for some good ol’ reconnect with dirt.

Antony, aka Saint Anthony cause in years past he’s resembled said saint… a man of great intellect that locks himself in a tower and is seldom persuaded to leave… is one of said New Yorkers.

He’s turning over a new leaf, as they say, 3 days fresh from a romantic get away in Afghanistan he brought us appropriate desert gear and we headed out into a vast land of steaming 17 year olds and ripened rockers. We stood somewhere in between it all.

And being that snob, on the first day, we went only to see bands I knew. The best of the three: Rapture, LCD Sound System and !!! was of course, !!! We walked into a sea of people probably seeing the funky disco dancers for the first time hands up and roaring.

!!! motivating the hands of fans

Nick (a lead singer) bounced around the stage in a pair of super-dorked board shorts exposing his white chicken legs in brown old man dress shoes to all. Mick Jagger he is. First a band is their music, second they are the communication of their music, and that’s where the !!! boys really kick it, they are that lovably annoying friend that is so excited they can’t contain themselves and will watch an entire show hip checking you with their bony ass till you’re soar and bruised, hands up in the air screaming for an entire show. After a while you can’t help yourself, you let loose and join in the fun.

these girls came up to Nick after the show and said, “We just want to give you a hug”

Afterparty: at Sean Patrick’s, Mikiala’s and Daisy O’s hot tubing under the stars next to a golf course. SP was just being SP, the first man I’ve seen do a bikini brief bathing suit parade solo.

Remember, its legal in California.

Day 2: You get what you ask for

Ant Breaks even at the tables

A little weary for the wear

We catch the end of Willie Nelson’s set. His hair is beautiful. A man from my heartland. His smile reminding of soft green hills and simplicity.

Then to Jose Gonzales… beautiful Nick Drake with beats you can dance to. Amazing how a guy and his guitar can captivate a group of 300 for an hour. The sun was setting.

Crowded House played on the main stage while we ate Indian food on the lawn. When I was sixteen, a bit tarnished from my first broken heart, i drove around Austin deputized by my newly acquired driver’s license and listen to these guys to soothe the pain. They took me back.

Some time elapsed and the minions migrated, re-positioning themselves for the Red Hot Chili Peppers. If there was ever a moment to say, “I told you so…”

moon art by anthony h.

They sucked, BUT their guitar player was awesometown. He played well, he emoted, and he sang a Stevie Nick’s Fleetwood Mac track (forgot which one… a slow and heart wrenching one) fucking beautiful.

That was the highlight. He HAD the crowd. Woke them up for a second. He also started to play Love To Love You Baby, but only 2 minutes which for a track that Disco God deemed should be 10 minutes, a two minute mini version teaser just pissed me off.

We then happened upon the TeddyBears which were amazing! And then we caught some of Happy Mondays’ set and, getting my 30 minutes of aerobic in (thanks J. Stagg)… AND ran into the coolest citizens of the UK in LA.

3 is the magic number

The big blonde brit successfully (finally) snuck Anthony and I into the sacred VIP section. We walked through a mechanized storm of people hailing to the machine (Rage Against), and sat in a circle in the grass forming the ARAM. Against Rage Against the Machine.

They were quite a jolly lot! And they invited us back to theirs where we deviled in another hot tub, by a golf course under a canopy of stars, marking the position of the near full moon as it moved across the black sky.

We held serious conversations like can Faith No More and Rage Against the Machine really be pigeoned holed into that white-boy-rap-metal trend of the late eighties. I hold firm.. yes! and Rage sucked then as they do now and Faith No More kicks their Simon and Garfunkel ass any ol’ time! Yeah! What?! Bring it!

I met my future band mate. The girl I referenced screaming and side bending you? that’s her. Our band is called, 3 Strikes Your In (its copy written).

in the middle of now here with representatives from all over the world I found my people when I found England.

Next year… its the RV.

Couldn’t go to his gig the night before but we caught up on Sunday. Harvey said there was a guy at his gig who he didn’t know screaming, non-stop, for two hours, at the top of his lungs, “HARVEY!!! YOU’RE KKILLING IT, HARVEY!!! HAAAAAAAAAARVVVVEYYYYY!!!”

If you ever been at one of his gigs, this is somewhat a traditional mating call of sorts that straight men, and friends of Harvey engage in while listening to him play live.

Generally this is done after Harv puts on that ultra-cool, rare, dynamite track or what have you, the “cool” guy in the crowd who knows the track while simultaneously announce that he knows the track by displaying his excitement at hearing it while letting everyone know he knows the guy playing the track as well.

There are other versions of this behavior, the musical boner for example, when one becomes so excited by a track playing that one of their fists shoots up in the air followed usually by closing one’s eyes and bopping their head in time with the bass.

However, the only time I have ever witnesses the “Harvey Call” is at Harvey gig’s.

Mika T, originally uploaded by ChristineRenee.net. at LoveFinger’s and Touch of Class’ warehouse party last Saturday.

I played a five hour set on the roof of the Standard that seemed like 5min. And then got a phone call from andrew lovefingers that they needed 2 CDJs for his party with the TOC boys.
Jean Louis, now a member of the exclusive Peep club

On a mission! I love it I was on the phone instantly with five different people kindly offering the goods.
the touch of class boys who play really well under adverse conditions

I was out with my crazy roommate and her girlfriend Nancy. It felt good to be with the ladies cruzing through LA and now we were on our way to Jean Louis’, famed party lord of this fair city to pick up the equipment, deliver him a girl who specialized in nipple massages, and save the party back downtown.

so here’s the first one, from Mika:

Hey sister how was cheesburger show?!
That was nice to hear from you and christy together!!!
I wish I was there …

Also I got pnice present from you sister! Thank you sooooo much.
here is some pics

LOVe and kisses
mika*

remember those glasses I found at the dollar store?

I sent about 54 of them (all the store had) to some of my coolest friends

sorry-in-advance: if you didn’t get one, take it personal!

Anyway, I did this in the belief that, If I put something this cool

in the hands of certain peeps,

they’ll do something cool with the peeps.

For Peeps. By Peeps

FPBP

You get it, my peeps?

PROTECT YOUR PEEPS, my PEEPS!!!

PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPESSSSS!