Madam Zung, Shanghai

Had a pretty wicked gig last night at Madam Zung’s. It’s a nice restaurant which has a big basement with a pretty large DJ area. Pretty sweet chill spot almost like Sonar but kind of a combination of the lounge area and the main area (except not that large). The place was nearly empty until about 11pm or so, I played from then until 12:30 I think. I had a pretty good burrito, a mediocre mojito, and four giant beers, so I was fairly blitzed by the time we strolled out around 2.

I met some super cool people.. I already knew Jane, but I met Myles, a South African breaks DJ, and Nick, a London drum & bass DJ. After leaving Madam Zungs we went to some other bar/restaurant place where we sat down and tried to get some food. It was just after 2am now and the place has maybe 10 people in it.. The waitress walks over and says “Hey, I’m really drunk, what do you want?”. I almost can’t describe the casual sweetness. Then a guy come over and introduces himself, I think he was her boyfriend, and takes our order. I think he mentioned that the management of the bar had left and they for some reason kept the place open really late without really being supervised, so the place was crazy. As time passed, more people came, and by 3am it was packed.

Also, I saw Shyang Yan Market yesterday, which was excellent. I saw tons of fake North Face stuff. I want to get one of the giant expedition bags, instead of using a suitcase. I need to examine the quality of them and make a comparison between those fake ones and my real bag. I did a brief comparison which made the fake one look actually pretty solid. When I asked how much, the woman told me 320 kuai. I said thanks and walked out and she said 180 kuai. I left anyway, but now I know how much I can get it for. There were also a lot of shoes there, even some pretty large ones which might fit me. I’ll have to run back there with Jane and try to get a pair, since I’ve been on the same pair of Adidas shelltoes for probably close to a year now. I think I got them right around Movement last year in May.

I’m in the Wonderland office in Shanghai now, about to observe a class taught by Dan at 5pm. I watched one of Michelles junior classes yesterday and it was absolute mayhem. The kids were out of control, it looked like it sucked to be her a whole lot right then.

This is really important. I just ate KFC. The meal included pepsi, a chicken sandwich, and a thigh and wing. Also, fries.

March 31, 2005|

Shortkut in Shanghai

Shanghai. I got two gigs here, tomorrow night and Friday night. Also, SHORTKUT is here on Friday, and I’ll see him before I spin at 2am. I’m super amped for that, Shortkut is one of my favorite DJ’s. What a great coincidence that of all DJ’s it’s him, and of all times for him to be here, it’s this week.

It’s colder than Chengdu here. This place reminds me of Hong Kong very much. Everyone looks cosmopolitan and wealthy, and everyone is in a rush. I hung out with the drum & bass kingpin of HK and Shanghai, her name is Jane and she started a production company called Cloud 9 which threw every drum & bass party in HK from 97-2004, until she recently moved to Shanghai with her husband who’s a jealous British cook. She had some interesting insight on various DJ’s which she’s brought to Asia. She hates Teebee because he flipped out and threatened her when there was a problem with his visa, she thinks Dieselboy is full of himself (news flash), and Juju is cool as shit. Intalex is headed here next, unfortunately without Calibre, at the end of next month. I observed a meeting between 4 local drum & bass dj’s (out of 6, I hear) talking about promoting over the summer. They pretty much had a heated debate right in front of me, 5 minutes after I had met 3 of them. Too political. It reminded me of when Esfand, Chris, Cakes, and I were thinking about throwing a party and Chris fucked it up by overplanning and being really particular and insistive about planning.

I finally finished my guide to cultivation. I’ll post it on my website for download soon.

March 29, 2005|
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