THE FALL OF DIM MAK!
February 2, 2009
OK, HI PEOPLE. STEVE INVITED ME TO “BLOG”. SO LOOKS LIKE YOU ARE SCREWED. HERE WE GO…
Hello. I’m Justin Pearson, age 33, a leo, and proud parent of Gee Gee Pearson-Edwards. I’m better known for such projects like, The Locust and Three One G records. Anyhow, Steve and I have some history and well, the planets aligned and brought my new band to the Dim Mak table… ALL LEATHER. A brief explanation of All Leather: As some of you may or may not know, being a musician in this day and age, well being a musician with dignity and integrity, leaves you somewhere below the poverty line, trying to pull off working odd jobs and hustling in order to play, rehearse, and tour. So I landed this night job, when not on tour, at a gay club in San Diego, where I live (I’m straight guys, sorry). I found myself night after night, hearing this electronic dog shit music over and over and over. Don’t get me wrong, I hear that the stuff I play, is “crap”, “noise”, etc. But I’m sort of speaking from an educated musical standpoint. Or at least a creative artistic perspective. What I’m referencing is run of the mill, cookie cutter, dance music. But over the course of the nights spent stopping people from jerking each other off, plunging toilets, getting hit on my leather daddies, and trying to figure out the gender of some of the patrons, I would hear a gem among the sea of musical turds. Please keep in mind, this is only my opinion and well, opinions are like assholes… everybody has one. I stumbled upon Ida Corr’s “Let Me Think About It”. Now take a track like that, or even some of Britney’s “hits” and you have something substantial. What I envisioned was music like “Let Me Think About It”, but with more abrasive elements and better vocals as well as more interesting lyrical content (the lyrics to that track are about as lame as you can get). I combined forces with two friends, Nathan Joyner and Jung Sing, and have an outcome that is influenced by whatever sort of musical genre or culture that I’m trying to explain here, and applied it to a background with actual musicians, able to pull off live shows not attached to someone rocking out (or not rocking out) in front of a laptop. Boring shit in my opinion. So i met with Steve, we shot the shit, and jumped in bed with each other, potentially bridging some sort of gap between musical this and musical that. All Leather has had foreplay with some musical outfits like Otto Von Schirach, MSTRKRFT, SQZMYLMS, and Hawnay Troof, falling in the remix world, while the band actually covering a version of “Let Me Think About It” with slightly altered lyrics and added balls. Now we are here to let you think about it. Good luck, you might need it. See you all soon when i have something “important” to blog about. Over and out.
JP
xoxo
WHITEY IN DA WOODS
May 6, 2008
wots that in the middle of deez woods?
Sarah Morrison hates Coachella
April 22, 2008
I thought I was fat until freshman year in college. I am not so clear as to why. I think maybe the mirror in my parents’ bathroom was cheap…Wal-mart perhaps? The girls started wearing two-pieces in junior high. I wore one pieces with padded bras, unaware than the padded bra thing prolly made me littler than those ballsy sluts in their cheaper neon bikinis.
Halloween freshman year, me and my BFF tried to leave the house in bathing suits and denim cut-offs. We walked down the stairs, my dad frighteningly unphased asked, “What the hell are you?” Awkwardly, in unison we managed to announce, “Living Colour Fly girls?” I was impressed by how calm he remained. He simply shook his head, pointed at the stairs informing us we were not going anywhere. We went upstairs and changed without a single word exchanged.
I hate Coachella because it’s a giant middle school pool party, replace the pixie sticks with cocaine and literally it’s all the same shit. Bikinis are the new jeans and t-shirts. Jeans and t-shirts are the new “I’m not going in, I am sitting in the car.”
Maybe it’s because my dad looks like a jacked version of Bruce Willis. Maybe it’s because I still feel 13? Maybe it’s because he asked me about getting a Blackberry and admitted to Googling me?Maybe it’s just because I learned no one should ever leave the house dressed as a “Fly Girl.”
