Attention Europe!

It has come to my attention, that because of the London night club Trash's message board and a group of people who also share my obsession with Diplo, that this blog now has readers in Portugal, The UK, Germany, et al. I wish to apologize to you all, since I'm sure that in your incessant googling you thought you had stumbled upon an undiscovered hip hop blog, possibly containing mad knowledge jewlz pertaining to Diplo and Hollertronix. I'm afraid I only post music in mad fits of downloading mania. All the other days you only get me, talking about shit (sort of like Lemon-Red except less consistent, and with way less file sharing.

Recovered Memory:

I remember sitting at the Starbucks in Detroit-Metro, having just missed my flight to LaGuardia, and starring at an unbelievably cute girl who was having coffee with her mother. I can't believe I've forgotten so many details from that trip. It was only February, and even now I can barely remember the flight. I remember that the plane was small, and we had to walk on the tarmac to get to it (Thanks to the media, I always think about Nixon when I have to walk on the tarmac, and I wasn't even alive when he did that). It didn't seem so at the time, but suddenly I realize how exciting that was, going to New York for no reason at all. So spontaneous! It was easy to be spontaneous in Michigan; lots of things were easier in Michigan. I can't remember LaGuardia at all, just the outside part of it, the cold and the endless sea of taxis. I don't know why I can't remember that, but part of me thinks that this means I will be dead soon.