PONY UP
Let's talk about ponies. I like 'em. They're pretty cute. When I was six I flunked the spelling bee because I got so cocky once the tough word "brontosaurus" had been cleared. I thought I had that shit pegged. But then with my over zealousness, I failed on the word pony. As soon as I spit out "P-O-N-I-E",  I already knew I'd effed that one up. But ponies are still cute. And Pony Up is a solid band, those 'lil Canadians. But now there's this. And I know a ton of you are gonna love it. All it's missing is rainbow colored tassles and flair. It's the HORSEY. And it's pretty dynamite.
I'm pretty content with my Raleigh bicycle complete with little basket. But seriously, how bad ass would it be to ride around on this little guy. At least for a day. Shit, you don't even have to feed the sucker.

NUEVO FRIENDS
Tuesdays are for new things. New music. New ideas. New energy. Mondays are a wrap up or recovery from your weekend or a desensitized disillusioned launch to your week. Tuesdays are where it begins. So, for today...Tuesday...I have new music I want to share. Dear readers and music lovers, here is a new rad track, by Brooklyn based Friends. I dig. It's one of those addictive jams you may not want to like, but you just can't help yourself.
Download Friends "I'm His Girl"

GONER

Every time I get back home to LA or am even a day shy of traveling there, allergies attack, or a cold, or pure exhaustion. Seriously, what the hell? Screw these allergies. I'm on a cocktail binge of Orange juice, Mucinex Claritin blend. So far, so good. And I swear, if anyone as much as sniffles next to me on the plane I'm insisting I change seats.
Today kicks off the Sunset Strip Music Festival #ssmf. I've pretty much skipped out on this the past couple years but I'll be present this time around for the James Pants private party, performances by Mötley Crüe, Bush, Matt & Kim, Public Enemy and more. Not to mention, the Mad Decent LA Block party also falls this weekend. Yowsas. It's an end of summer downpour of epic parties. Rager.
And for all these end of summer parties, happy fun timers Matt & Kim just did one of those collaborative songs for Converse. Matt produced the track and asked Andrew WK and Soulja Boy to contribute. So, Converse did a photo mock up merging their feet together and the new track "I'm A Goner" was released. Thoughts? I was predominantly excited about the heavy metal Varvatos converse, but that's just me. Rock on.

PRINCE HENRY
No, not a Prince Albert. A Prince Henry. But I'm sure someone out there will come up with a costume for that as well. This is what I'm talking about: CAT FASHION. Whatever will the Japanese come up with next that is just too cute to not enjoy. Honestly, I feel terrible for these critters, all wrapped up in fuzzy cotton and silks, bowties and bibs, booties and buttons. But, the images in the compilation book just released by VICE are totally worth ogling. The expressions on the dolled up felines is priceless. Cats with flair!
Personally, I know Pickles would shit a brick if I even tried to tie a ribbon on her. And I wouldn't dare. It's too ridiculous. She'd be better at playing "stuff on my cat". Or best at just being a regular cat, chasing bugs and stuff. Cool Cats. Livin'. Heathcliff style.

ROBOT D

I hate February, therefore I wrote nothing for that entire month. But now it's March. It's nearly springtime and things have started to pick up speed again. Yes, it's SXSW season. But before I even launch myself into that onslaught of a party in the desert, I've dropped myself here back in sunny Los Angeles where I'm pretty sure I got a faint suntan from walking to the coffee shop. I'm back in LA for a bit, first doing an installation for The Standard Hollywood and then playing a Biker Daughter show at Franki Chan's CYP2 with The Deathset and Ninjasonik. This is my third installation, and the fucked up thing is as a visual artist, when it comes to full on sculptures, painting, design, I never know what I'm really doing until I start doing it. Let's just say I've spent the first half of today studying iconic robot images and getting way too immersed in robotic sciences. I also picked up a few books.

So Monday, I'll be adorning the Standard with whatever my mind sees as fit. And then the following night I'll be hanging from the rafters in front of a Los Angeles crowd. And then the party really kicks into overdrive. . . and my skin'll be bronzed by the end of the Austin blitz.

I'm not really sure what I'm getting myself into otherwise, maybe a few Hefeweizens. Perhaps a couple of burrito stands or taco trucks. Most definitely an evening with Fake Blood and the IAMSOUND family. Oh, and plenty of immersion in the Vitamin D. Now I find myself wondering how long it'll be before they have a robot that also runs off solar energy. He could be soaking up some Vita-D too. Me and Robot D, cruising the scene. I'm pretty sure this dude exists. Time will tell.

ALMOST SUMMER
This thought crossed my mind this morning, when I woke up wishing it were a beach day, thinking that I was about to open my curtains to excruciating sunlight and an ocean view. I must have still been dreaming because there's definitely still a foot of snow outside, albeit a hint of sunshine, and a predicted blizzard on Wednesday. Regardless, it's also pretty much February which means it's nearly spring which in turn means, it's ALMOST SUMMER!
But for now, snow boots, moon boots, parkas, hats, scarves, more scarves, double jackets, four-layered shirt syndrome ensues. No biggie. My mind is clearly at least two months ahead of schedule, partly due to the fact that January is always spent planning for March/April and full on summer scheduling. So pardon me if I begin wearing bathing suits as my first layer of winter armor.
I'm bracing myself for the nonstop month ahead which I know will more or less erase February from the books anyway. It'll be April and we'll all say "wait, what the fuck happened to Feb and March!?" Pfft. That shit was snowed in which = one long hibernation evening. #netflix
In two weeks I start recording my next EP and the remix album should be coming out shortly for Biker Daughter. Today, MTV's The Seven is featuring Biker Daughter as a part of DJ Kiss's upcoming artists to watch (squeeee) which just had Kenan Bell and Hank & Cupcakes on within the last month. Mini-tours in February, SXSW in March, video shoots in March and then it's nearly Coachella. Oh, and Coachella...I can't believe I'm actually on the fence for this. So someone give me a good reason to go. Because I don't know if I feel like wallowing in a mash-up of 2005 meets last years sxsw. #foodforthought
Here's a song I like. They're new to Brooklyn. They're kind of hams. But the song makes me wanna jump off something or on to someone. Enough said.

PARTY HARD

Let's start with this. Yes, my nickname is robot. And yes. I used to drink 3 sparks a day. But, I was sponsored. So I felt inclined to have at least one color serving per day. Lies. I loved the shit. But that's also why I don't get why people still drink it. It's not Sparks anymore. It's not real. It's an orange flavored malt beverage that's eating your stomach away.

My crew in 2005 helped introduce Sparks to the market, when it was only being served in NY and LA. So, every party had it for free and our fridges were stocked. Let's just say when they took it off the market, this little robot got sad and had to find a jet pack to get me all the way home each night. That being said...here are a few random selects from 2005/2006 when the party posse wouldn't function without that all too well known orange tongue. And sorry Four Loco, you ain't got shit on Sparks. Not now, not never.

Cheers to all the friends who helped me funnel my favorite battery acid beverage and fueled me for years of partying, crowd surfing, 12 hour photo shoots and endless touring. And if anyone has a real Sparks on reserve (not Steel), please, send it my way.

I selected a few photo gems to share with you. Featured photos include me & Jade at the Love Yourself warehouse in Los Angeles pre-Magnetic Zeros era, me cooling down a frothy Sparks at The Sounds after party on Vine St., my favorite zippo courtesy of Sparks that even sings to me, drinking and high-fiving outside Capitol Records (a nightly routine), and some old school crews and Sparks built towers and castles.






Can we somehow get this back by popular demand? Drats.

IRRATIONAL
There are some things that are simple and some that are suppose to be and aren't. Let's talk about the stupid cardboard milk or creamer cartons that we could never open when we were 5 and in our mid twenties still can't manage to crack. This happened at Rocket Cat today, while I was preparing my coffee and some dude next to me finished off the creamer and had to open a new container. I took my time putting the sweetener in my cup of Joe while he struggled with the creamer. Then there was nothing to do but watch. "I've almost got it, I just need a tool," he says and then fishes around for a device to actually pry and poke the creamer open. Clearly, I start blatantly laughing at this point. Why can't there just be a nice little spout?! Or a twist off cap like the cardboard orange juice boxes come with? I mean seriously, we're sitting here 4 hands deep trying to rape this box of creamer just so we can prep our coffee. The best part is, once it's open he literally throws a splash into his coffee and says, "Damn...all that work for just that." I felt like I should have shaken the jug up and started spraying it around the cafe in celebration! Of course, then we would have had to spend another half hour opening a new box of creamer.

TIDBITS
I love fun facts. I also love frivolous irrelevant bits of information. Let's talk about the avocado. For one, I'm allergic. But I'll eat the hell out of avocados and guacamole until my lips tingle and I'm reaching for the Benadryl. I like to call it "building up a tolerance."
Furthermore, at Rocket Cat today there was questioning as to why all the lovely avocados were wrapped up in a paper bag. Because they ripen in the shade, dudes. Don't be putting your hard little avocado in a basket in the open air and sun to ripen...because it'll turn brown and mushy. That ain't proper ripening. Avocados fall from the tree and ripen in the shade. Fun facts! So fun, I'm going to go throw some of this fruit on my bagel right now. Yes, an avocado is botanically a fruit. But we treat it as a veggie. Fruit salad!?

Lovely avocado art by Craig Stephens: craigstevens.blogspot.com

HARD & FUN
It's hard. It's fun. It's out of control!! Jacci Stallone has one of the raddest blogs. I love it. I love her. And I love that she asked to do a feature interview on Shadowscene which was just posted today. I made fun of some stuff (as usual), made fun of myself (typical), and explained how it is that I've been having nonstop fun for the past 6+ years.
Speaking of fun...this past year has dominated. I've been trying to top the summer of 2005 for, well, fuck...five years now. And finally, I had to spend a summer in a different city on the opposite coast to do it, but I did it! Philly = top notch over the top wild ass fun. Seriously. Remember parties where people would dance all night? Where there were no holds barred and 'anything goes' was an understatement for the evening. Well yeah. It was like Oregon trail out here for while except this time we've headed East. Pickles has an ingrown claw, Penndelton is bald and I'm thirsty as fuck...but we made it. Let the dance party full music face melting blasts ensue. And mad props to Franki Chan for bringing back CYP2. Los Angeles just got a face-lift. Again.

RECAP SNAP
Oh snap...back from tour. And still tired and wondering when I'm suppose to go to the next city. Recaps are boring. So I'm not even going to try and sit here and blah blah about what happened here and there. My dumb ass should have done that every day but I was too busy being cooped up in a van with four dudes, passing out intermittently for car ride cat naps, or breaking things on stage. Yes, I broke a lot of mic stands. And if you didn't feed me when I arrived to the venue I probably took my sweet ass time making it to the stage because I was too busy snooping around for kibble. I will say overall on the tour, Rochester, Boston, Charlotte and Brooklyn took the lead as my favorites. Rochester was punk as fuck. Boston was some old school stomping ground shit where I gave Kenan a tour of Beacon Hill and Samuel Adams drinking. I had to make KB put the grape drank down in exchange for some brews, but boy did he dig it. Charlotte was the home of The Milestone which is now one of my favorite venues by far. Seedy. Dark. Splattered in stickers and graffiti and has been graced by the likes of Bad Brains, Nirvana, Motorhead and more. And of course, Brooklyn Bowl. BB hooked it up to the point of even having a shower. Where the hell was that midway through tour!? Other tour highlights include meeting the amazing Hank & Cupcakes, having a delightful Israeli dinner, spending some time with friends in Atlanta, buying new socks, surviving two nights of "sleep" in the van when it's 31 degrees outside and you all wear four layers to keep warm, finding an abandoned house in the woods that straight up should have been the Vorhees house and naturally taking a group photo in front of it...oh...and rocking the fuck out.

On a side note, Eddie A. would like to take this moment to give his own rendition of the Biker Daughter tour recap. No, he wasn't there. But if he were this is what he'd say.
Eddie A...as Ellei J.:

Where do I begin! These new socks are so warm, they're the kind of socks that are like gloves, every toe is in its own compartment. SO TOASTY! I want to bring up that in Brooklyn we robbed a bank, and the police delivered pizzas because all of the hostages were getting hungry, we didn't hurt anyone, it was sort of like the movie Airheads we gave the delivery boy a $7,000,000,000 tip then we played a impromptu set on the roof of the bank and then got helicoptered out just in time for our next gig. The cops didn't want to press any charges because we melted so many faces off.
When people say my name it sounds like they're saying Alejandro sometimes!
We all got bowl-cuts in Charlotte and rocked some face off, sold a shit ton of merch!
We brought everyone in beacon hill back to our hotel and ordered the best room service and when we left it looked like Izzy and Slash had been there, good thing we got that shit comped!
I'm most glad to be back in Philly hanging out with Eddie A.
TOUR WAS SICK!
-Eddie A

FT of A
Welcome to the FT of A. That's short for Food Tour of America. This has more or less been the running joke this past week seeing as while sitting in a tour van for 6+ hours or even residing in one city for more than one evening, you end up exploring your food options. And in a group of 4 or more, someone always wants to try the hot dog, try the chili, grab some chowder, get that famous burger or find the motherfucken dumpling falafel. Oh, and you better believe either Subway or McDonalds or better yet, Dunkin Donuts becomes your "home office." Hence, the Kenan Bell + Biker Daughter/Shadowscene Food Tour of America ensues. This past week alone, we've as a group sampled the following: Burger. Burger. Chili. Lobster bisque. Clam & Corn chowda. Slim Jim. Home made pizza. Other types of pizzas. Curry vegetable soup. Free PB&J's. Various diner breakfasts. Croissant sandwiches. Coffees. Truck stop coffee. Chex mix (assorted flavors). A salad. Numerous chicken nuggets. Numerous dipping sauces. A slutty Dr. Pepper. Water. Chicken cutlet hoagies. Fried mushrooms. Onion rings. Cheese steaks. Homemade apple pie. Vanilla bean ice cream. Stromboli. Baked potato. Thai Curry and Miso soup. PB&J's in the dark.
You better bet your vanilla fudge hoagie ass I'm going straight for a banana tomorrow. Or better yet, this Food Tour of America is about to hunt down the finest apple or fruit farm there is on the east coast. Next stop...bed. Food in bed? We're fucked.

ON TOUR
It's been a while since I've been out on the road, but hot diggity here the hell we go again! The first Biker Daughter tour launches today with Kenan Bell and Hank & Cupcakes. I'm stoked to be back on the road with Kenan and to meet H&C and see some new faces and new cities. Here's the line-up listed below yada yada. First stop, Rochester NY at The Bug Jar!
Plus, all month long we're giving away free remixes of various tracks off the EP. This week's remix of "You Can't" by The Pocket Rockets is set for free download so get over to the site and download that shit.
Fresh remixes from Them Jeans, Dan Sena, Flufftronix and more to come!

MISHAP 101
So I'm suppose to be video documenting the week leading up to the first Biker Daughter show...rehearsals..planes, trains, no automobiles. Mishaps, parties, packing, luggage freakouts, vomiting, whatever. Well I should have started today when my tired ass went to Dunkin Donuts and my car ran out of gas in the middle of the drive-thru. You know, that spot where you can't really get out of anyone's way. And what's worse than being shit out of luck-out of gas in the middle of a drive thru is it being in the coffee lane...and people really fiend for that shit.
So what's one do? Oh, just laugh. And look at the dude in the car behind me who goes "You're not serious. Did you run out of gas?" Errr...."Wanna push?!" Best part is, half way through he gets a phone call and says he's helping a damsel in distress. I say I'll get his coffee and donut. Then as I'm slowly coasting past the pick up window, the woman leans out with my small coffee and asks for $1.50. Am I dreaming here? Slow motion...drive thru...cool ass Wednesday morning.
So, I suppose these are the things I should be videotaping? But I haven't started yet. Instead, here's a promo video sent over this morning for the first upcoming show!

Biker Daughter + The Pocket Rockets + Big Black Delta.

BIKER WHAT!?
Biker Daughter. That's what. This past April I started working on a little EP for my band and new creative side project, Biker Daughter. So, if photos and parties and t-shirts and whatever the hell else I do weren't enough, here's some new music for your ears.
The EP is available for free download from now until October 31st, so go grab that sucker!
And of course, you can follow my new antics in the BD world on both facebook and twitter and probably a dozen other places on the lovely world wide web.
Get the tunes and then get ready for my first show in Los Angeles on October 15th. It'll be downtown and more details are about to be announced shortly. I love you guys and I hope you dig the music.

Check out this week's reviews:
The Culture of Me |Oh Snaps!

BORN FREE
This MIA video, now banned from You Tube due to full frontal nudity and extreme violence, is some seriously insane shit. If you haven't seen it yet here it is...and beware, this is definitely NSFW.
It's a pretty bold video...touching on a lot of emotions. A lot of people are wondering "what the point" of it is while others are simply ignoring it and voicing an angst view of, 'why the hell did I bother watching that?' Well, take the ten minutes and watch it. Maybe even watch it twice.
And for the record, why hasn't anyone asked how our lovely Gingers feel about this video? Hmmm? Drats. Check out our pics with MIA when she was Bamboo Bangin'.

DEVON CLIFFORD (1979-2010)

Last month we launched our first issue of the Shadowzine and for our feature we interviewed the Canadian five-piece, You Say Party! We Say Die! before their gig at The Echoplex. We hung out with Beckie, Krista and Devon and let's just say they were all the sweetest little Canadians to boot. We especially loved hearing how they'd all been childhood friends and basically started the group out of sheer winter blues and boredom.
That being said, today we were super shocked and bummed to hear about the devastating loss of their drummer, Devon Clifford. Our hearts and thoughts go out to all his friends and family as well as the rest of the band. The statement issued from his family was that he "experienced a massive brain hemorrhage resulting from congenital defects while on stage in Vancouver on Friday night and fell into a coma. A surgery was performed but sadly doctors were unable to save his life. He was 30."
We'll skip the details here but you can read up on Devon a bit more from the Vancouver press. He was definitely a wonderful person and a true gem to meet.
In honor, we'd like to share the interview from our 'zine here as well as a video from their show in Los Angeles this past March. Much love to you guys!

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FADE AWAY
So another Coachella has passed...and with it the ups and downs. There were a few tragedies but nothing that can hold us back or slow us down. There was a lot of hot tubbin' and a million fake wristbands that totally worked for the entire gang. Go team, go! Our entire adventure consisted predominantly of the actual festival, Anthem Lagoon, VICE Cougars, ACE Hotel party crashing and too much Sailor Jerry rum. Let's just say there were a lot of band-aids in use by Sunday morning.
I also decided I absolutely NEED an old Airstreamer RV. Need, need, want. Need. And futhermore, in my opinion it's now summer. Even though our entire world is 20 degrees colder than it should be and we now experience UK blackouts, alien invasions, volcanic eruptions and 7.2 earthquakes on a weekly basis. 2012?
In other news, the Philly | Los Angeles bi-coastal Shadowscene bash blast is really taking off. We've got new events in both cities popping up including School Night here in Los Angeles, Tiger Beats in Philly, and a RAWK Tuesdays on the LA Eastside. It's definitely time to change things up and spice up the sauces. We're cleaning out the closets so to speak. The past 6 months have been sort of stagnant and full of theoretical assumptions and guessing games. We're ready to get back to the good life and ditch the after school specials along with every moniker and bit that goes along with it. And...for those of you who actually read this shit, I've invited a few of the crew to contribute here an there. This means you'll be reading the dazed thoughts and fucked up opinions of other robot worthy folk starting today. Yep. Oxenfree...Pink Avenger...Goo Goo Fruit and more. Bookmark this muthafucka.

AU NATURAL WINS
Let's talk about teef. Err, teeth. Teeth are apparently right up there with a twinkle in the eye, good biceps and a chest lift. Ha, chest lift. But I've always loved the natural, crooked toof, buck toof, gapped toof etc. Even when I was younger and all the kids had braces, I wanted them! I even went the extra effort of bending a paper clip into what I thought was the closest thing to having metal mouth so I could "wear" braces too. That didn't last long since the damn thing kept falling out. But look at Kate Moss, Jewel, and Kirsten Dunst for examples. Half of their signature look is that whacked out grin. Au natural! And let's face it, if you smile at me and your teeth are whiter than the whites of your eyes...something is wrong. I'm blinded and I'm thinking you either don't eat or you are consuming way too much peroxide or bleach or whatever the hell and you're lucky your gums are still pink.
Crooked teeth are where it's at! Gapped smiles win! An off sized denture is rad! Shit, I even still have my wisdom teeth. And now...I guess it's catching on. Because the new dental trend...is messing up your teeth! I mean, I say go with what you've got. Maybe crack your smile chasing after a squirrel or ping-pong ball. But hey, at least people are finally realizing that imperfections are the true perfections. Grin and bear it; or something. And go Bullwinkle!