Samira

Due to a plethora of circumstances, the weekly Sunday night nu skool breaks sessions have been moved to Fridays. Kirsten and I will be on www.club246.com every Friday afternoon from 1pm-3pm. No more 4 hour shows, alas. here are the archives of my set in two parts: 07.25.03 :: Sam :: Part 1 07.25.03 :: Sam :: Part 2

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so, i had a meeting with the president of an architect & engineering firm this morning, about the website that i’m building for them. went great, drove home, got back at 11am to a postcard from my parents. they had sent it from the grand canyon, and announced on it that they would be in yosemite and then in monterey–with respective phonenumbers where i could reach them. i thought, well, that buys me some time to tidy up my rampage of a room & it was only a couple of hours later that i found myself spraying windex in the ashtrays, wiping them out with toiletpaper, when the doorbell rang. something in me understood that this could potentially be an indicator of that long-anticipated or, rather, dreaded visit standing emminent at my frontdoor. nah, i thought, they’re in monterey today; that’s what the postcard said. my hands are sooted with black cigarette remains & i continue wiping the last ashtray when i hear a voice eminate up from the driveway: Samiiiiraaaa! it’s my mother’s voice. i panic. the very first thought that runs through my head goes along the lines of, Paul has the car….they’ll never know that i’m home. and then i hear Josh open the front door, and then, oh hi, it is very nice to meet you–Sam….guess who’s here? oh boy….i wasn’t ready for that. but then again, i more than likely wouldn’t have been ready for this no matter how much warning they had given me. so the smacking-me-in-the-back-of-the-head-with-decently-sized-brick method worked was as good as any. overall it was pleasant. pretty uncomfortable at first, but the cat–being the epitome of cute, being cuteness defined, the essence of cute, the uber-cute one–broke the ice & we joked about my mom sending her on a plane to holland & before i knew it, i was making them coffee, catching up on three years with the P’s, and marveling at Santiago’s impeccable fluency in Dutch, not to mention English; he’s perfectly bi-lingual, and almost as tall as me to boot. he’s a loquacious little guy, who’s not so little anymore. a social butterfly & sharp as a tack. still skinny as fuck, though. my mom was happy to see me. she smiled a lot & seemed relieved to find me here in one piece. and apparently a healthier looking piece than what she remembers leaving behind. ah, yes, to be sized up by your own mother as an actual adult: you know you’ve accomplished something when your mom admits that you’re perfectly capable of really taking care of yourself. the thing that still baffles me is, how in the world did they find their way here? they lost my phone number, haven’t been here in three years & didn’t visit me at 48th street very much. yet, they managed to find their way to my doorbell. surprise! imagine Paul’s face, when he returned from Canyon & Kirsten’s, oh hi honey, look who stopped by? Paul is a fucking champ & rolled with the punches…thank you, baby, i love you. …as well as Aaron’s face when he came home from work, oh my g–, hi Wanda and Al, long time no see, how’s it going? you two are superstars & champs & heros & all the good things in the world that make you feel like everything is the kind of soft that kittens and hugs are made of. so tonight, Karl and Aaron accompanied me to U&I liquor & i dropped a 12-pack of newcastle on the counter, and asked U, do you know why i need a 12-pack tonight? No, why? he asks. and i proceed to tell him: [--> go back to the top of this email & read story about how parents smacked me in the head with a doorbell...] and U says, oh, do they like newcastle? now they’re in monterey. parents, i tell ya. sam

parents, samira

i love you.

birthday, hanktheguywithrecords, love, paul

I lost one of my most prized records over 6 months ago. It is a track by EK on the Sound Not Scene label, called Valium. I must have searched everyone’s record box, to no avail. Thanks to my stellar friend DJ Prana, I now have another copy of the track! THANK YOU, KARL!!!!!!! Mwuah! <–hella big pocketful of smiles Woohoo! sam

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