LIFE: Fear And Self-Loathing In Los Angeles – DJ’ing Jason Richardson’s Birthday & Hanging With Friends

Posted on April 9, 2012 • Posted by vashtie — 6 Comments ↓

I touched down in Los Angeles on Monday around midnight. I would have some time to chill the next day before I would DJ that evening for Hurdler Jason Richardson’s Birthday Party, then I would head back to New York first thing in the morning. It was clear it would be another in and out business trip that would leave me exhausted. I was fine with that, considering I’ve never really had any prolific experiences in LA…BUT, lately I’ve been really eager to explore this mysterious place. I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a hard time connecting with the city that so many of my great friends love or live in. Maybe my time is always too short or maybe all the 80’s/90’s movies I watched as a kid ruined my perception of it. This trip, I actually got to spend some time with New York Local Josh Madden and LA residents Joel Madden and Peter James Lee – it was a lot of fun!

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Photos by iPhone 4 (Camera & Instagram). Mercury is just now over being in retrograde so I can replace my broken Canon G11. Holler.

*Ran into the homie J.Scott of Imnotatoy.Com at the airport.

He hit me on Twitter after he heard I was in LA asking if I had any vegan cookies on me and IÂ reluctantlyÂ had to admit that I was, indeed, a fat kid smuggling cookies.

They were RAW this time around.

This Hotel was cool. There was a scent flowing throughout that reminded me of a beautiful older black woman who attends church regularly.

Charles Wade actually hit the nail on the head and made sense of my weird analogy Â when he said it smelled like there was a salon on the premises.

I met up with Jonny Shipes to go over some work stuff and got some work dates for the Summer in place.

Any of my Danish/German/Norwegian supporters got a couch for me to crash on?! I’ll settle for the floor.

Mothers Milk.

All the rooms in the Redbury were beautiful and massive. I had a living room, kitchen and washer/dryer. When it came time for lights out I was really freaked out. I blame it on my entire lifetime spent in cramped quarters. Being alone in a big space frightens me.

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The next morning I awoke super tired, but super stoked to start the day…

Went to hit the gym. I was told it was across the street, but it ended up being 4 blocks away. I was lost for a minute and felt like Vivian from Pretty Woman, walking the block.

When I finally arrived at the address I was told to go to, I was confronted with a Parking Garage.

It took me about 20 minutes to realize that I had to walk into it to get to the gym.