Tecktonik is dead. A shame really but we should try to focus on the positive memories we pretend to have.
I mean, take a look at this pathetic attempt…
(Kaka – What A Frame)
I have to admit though, it’s been a long long time since I laughed this hard.
This is a whole lot more fun (and makes more sense in a twisted kind of way) if you’re already familiar with the diamonddave story. Read up on it and weep. And, by all means, sing along!
I love the 3D. Richard has nu’n on this guy.
Via Chris Randall, naturally.
Me and Johan have decided to make the world a better place. Or worse. Or whatever. Here’s the result:
Pressing pause on the remote to answer the phone may have unexpected results. Here’s what awaited me when I hung up.
I don’t know about you but I find it hilarious. To hit it or not to hit it…
I’m broke. Hence no new records, no club nights worth mentioning (though Soul-John and David’s thing over at Bondi Pavillion was a hoot, and I hear they have big plans for the future) until I get payed. Hence very few posts here. See you in a week(ish).
There have been a number of disturbing reports on the Dangers of Disco. (Swedish only, sorry)
But the robots don’t care.
(Smokes and ‘bots courtesy of Richard.)
Midnight ramblings. You have been warned.
I just wrote the most terrifying text message in a long time. A very long time. I guess I know why I love my friends now, judging from the responses I’ve received so far. Anyways…
I think I’m about to pretty much just collapse. Can you believe I haven’t listened to New Young Pony Club, like, ever before today? (Promo CDs, I love you.) I’ve seen the songs everywhere, their Myspace-page on everyone’s top-whatever and remixes all over the place. Still. A pretty uncharacteristic attention slip. I need a vacation badly. Sleep for fifteen days and then start catching up on music, love, Slottskogen and… you know… life again.
The album? Fucking brilliant. I don’t care if they are out of fashion by months already. Hell, I even listen to Klaxons every once in a while. Shows how much I care to care at the moment.
We’re playing at Glory Boat the day after tomorrow. Right now I see it as my temporarily-going-away party. And it’s going to be a blast.
Trucks. Big trucks. With bigger tires. In a huge arena, in front of an audience of 50 000. With one single goal. To jump on and over smaller cars so that these smaller cars get trashed. (You may also argue that their second goal is to make a hella racket but personally I think that’s just a cool side effect.)
I love it. And I don’t even have a driver’s license.
Yes, me and my wife attended Monster Jam at Ullevi (thanks for the tickets, Martin) and had a blast. I mean, look at them:
For more monster goodness, check out this freestyle run I shot of Maximum Destruction. Watch all the way through for the fireworks. Yes. Fireworks. How good can a single event get? (Sorry for the crappy mobile camera quality.)
