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NYC 9/22/06.............RUBBED RAW // DiDiMau // CalebJohnston + HZMAT ............................................................ How to really sum this Shit up?!?!?!

Well it started with me and Caleb crusing a ChingChongCoolie Bus line up to the city of relentless people waves.

Got off the bus near Penn Station and burrowed our way through the droves of friday mid-town. Caleb shoulder-slung his extra large instrument case like he was blasting an extra ridiculous boombox,,,, what a fucking clown, it's no wonder all the WestBaltimore street creatins call him "Pumpkin Air"..

Arrived at the dark corner of Wycoff and Hancock and greeted our Shynko yo-yo twirliee boyz.

Dirty "theGreatPretender" Tony was tearing throu some MacDonalds in the kitchen, pretending to be some permawashed hair mod boy, i think he stole the leather jeans he was wearing from some real hipster. What a fuckin' clown. Just a few weeks before that I'd seen him shudder in apprehension when Gripped by the Maryland State Fair's sideshow act of Haiti's Smallest Woman.....

Rob Fat.Fransisco arrived on the scene around 8pm,,, Dan "Dad" Door (d.d.d.) came in a little later, shorty in tow.

Class of Nuke'em HIGH 3 was playing on the big T.V. which pretty much put all those modern Wacky Wharehouse scenes to shame. The Wacky WhareHouse scene has long needed some absurd yet millitant Nazi Zombie Punks to keep the antagonization levels high.

DogDick and Fat Rob put their levels on set,,,the Ill Eagle crew busied itself with pre-party chores,,,40 ounce malt brews were taken off the ice..

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The basement band. DirtyTony's rigg was a GutairCenter beat sequencer running through a pile of sprayfoam barf that contained a reverb petal and was studded with junk mods. He also had a 1/4 inch audio plug connected to a two pronged power cord!!!!! Caleb struck upon and between the rust saturated DirtyTony beats. He made all the head bangers sick with his high on fumes Sky Shark noise. Mid head bang, I looked over at Dan "door" and saw that he was grining from Greek Pointer to Greek Pointer:

<<<Man, what a shit head that Door kid is! I bet he paid that girl a sandwich to escort him to the show!>>>

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The night was in full swing. A ripe crowd had swelled and spirits were amassing into a Chub. Outside the crib we made like true rabble rousers and talked a bunch of shit to eachother. Moving back inside, we found ourselves swaying to and fro as suprised as we were captivated by the Di Di Mau's dirty surfer mix. Surfer Noise will mezmorize if the Tonality is shitty enough, add some super catch riffs to every other song and you've got yourself a bonofied hypnotist act...superb!

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Calmly we waited by our rig and let the mauMau boyz pack theirs to the side. Hitting the pipe real hard we decided the first few songs to play. Lights dimmed, dj T8nyL8w3 jammed his last spinn laced with a subtle RubbedRaw accompanyment, i shook my noggin hard to get the psyce on. "GleamGleamin" was the first song we put down, FatRob's "Ain't Nothin Going On" followed without a break (our first time playing the song 2gether)...Dog Dick piled it up next with Spark's "Where's My Girl" intro on loop smothered by a generous bass and noise gruel, then dropped the Sparks and jammed his WestBaltimoreSlime bounce into "Alley Piss". Crowd was in an uproar by the time we made it to our first length of silence. I freaked out and thought my mixer was feedingback, but then realized after cutting all my levels that it was actually the sum of every mutherfucker screaming at the topof their lungs. sheeshhhhh. Our set continued with hard emphasis on the crunk noise sound, perfect music for a dark nights wasted rage.

DjT8nyL8w3 got back on the decks,,,spun a killer collection of oldschool reggee dance hall, kept the mix interesting with sweet fades and blipity bloop blops. Kept the drink on untill about 6am and then I fell asleep on a dirty carpet.

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