Trevor-I met Trevor working the door Tuesdays at Cinespace. (Steve Aoki later fired me for “not collecting any money and just talking to boys.” He then had to pay me to just socialize upstairs. So I talked to boys upstairs and they collected more money downstairs, apparently. I got to talk to Trevor more. He was part of the beginning of Hush Hush aka “my first party,” and most others involved. Trevor DJed and made our flyer each month for free. Other DJs who were getting paid, bitched and wrote me crazy emails demanding insano amounts of money that we were not making. Trevor never asked for a thing. Finally, we started to make enough money to pay more of the people involved. The first person I knew deserved it was Trevor. When I say, “pay” maybe I gave him a hundred bucks. He could have cared, which was awesome. That’s Trevor. He’s just an awesome dude, not fronting at all. I talk to Trevor/have something I need to talk to Trevor about at least once a day. I have no idea how that happened. I think it might have been one too many trips to Cactus.

Russ-I woke up hung over one Wednesday morning, after some Tuesday night that ended when it was light out. I check my voicemail and I have this bitchy ass message from some dude who I deemed “Steve Aoki’s intern,” but later became know as “Russ.” The message is super serious and accuses me of stealing some dumb Dim Mak collection sample shirt or hoodie or something, I would never want. Apparently, I “stole” it from Steve’s office the previous evening. I call Steve furious, bitching about his intern accusing me of stealing some dumb ass shit. He tries to defend himself saying “Russ” was told to call everyone from the previous evening. He kept trying to explain that he did not think I/my friends stole the item, but he just needed to scare everyone to find the person who did. I am pissed/offended/hungover and keep interrupting his dumb explanations by swearing at him. I finally scream over him, “I was wearing a 400 dollar dress last night. I didn’t steal your dumb-ass dinosaur print shit” I then hung up, decided I hated Russ, and went back to sleep. “Russ” introduced himself to me the next week. He was neither a 17-year-old intern nor asshole. We have been friends ever since. I have screamed at Russ and “cried at” Russ, when over stressed. One afternoon at Cinespace after crying/yelling at Russ on the phone, I told him to hold on while I could scream at Stuart. Stuart wouldn’t speak to me for two hours. I finally apologized to Stuart. He made me call Russ to say “Sorry,” too. Russ loves me “even though I am crazy.”

(Oh, Trevor gets the same credit for the yelling/crying crazy toleration of me. Both these boys are legit and I love them to death.)

Rony-Rony starts like Trevor. He came to Cinespace Tuesdays. The door dude would “confiscate his camera equipment. I would “hold onto it.” I would go grab a drink upstairs and give it to him. Like Mark, Rony made fun of me everytime he took my picture because I always looked the same. Rony got mad at Julie and me for leaving him at the boring ass Nylon crap and going to “fun places” at SXSW. He then seemed angrier at the fact we returned drunk. He would sort of get mad when I showed up to events; he was in need of Julie’s help on. He had this huge line of drunken dessert of weirdos, in line waiting for their photos at the Filter thing at Coachella. We had just gotten there from LA. He had a mirror, in the corner behind all his stuff. He was too busy too notice I was lying on the ground in front of it, using it to do my make-up for at least fifteen minutes. He should have yelled at me earlier.

Le Disko-Le Disko was one of those kids I saw everywhere, talked to, and had no idea who the hell he was. I had no idea about the DJing or whatever else homeboy entails. We made strange conversation everytime we saw each other. I seriously did not know his name until the last month I was in LA. Frankie Chan told me who he was. I nodded to Franki, realizing i was completely retarded, “That totally makes sense. I should really ask people their names.”

Katy Perry-Never met her. I don’t think she lived in LA, until recently. I secretly hate her. Actually no I actually hate her, no secret. All her Myspace photos are of her and her cat. They are like BFFs. Its like Katy in formalwear with her cat. Then Katy and her cat in matching Pajamas. This used to be me. It is not anymore. My cat died. My roommate killed her/let her out. She got hit by a car. She was my best friend in the entire world. Katy makes me think about that, cry hysterically, and then remember how awesome it was to find my cat dead in the driveway. Thanks Katy!

Cisco Adler-My attorney has suggested I type “pass.”

I ignored everyone else, on said list. I will presume, they are prolly like um sorta famous people Trevor forced to realize they were “born to be writers.” They prolly got busy with thier Facebook’s and bailed.

At a suburban east coast Target…

It was 12.99, well 13 something with tax.

Roll your eyes all you want dj-whoever-you-are, steve aoki just won….liek the entire game.

I recently hit up Steve and Jason about booking my new artist Lisa D’amato on one of their nights. They said they would have to check her out and get back to me if they thought it was dope and would work. They got back and said yeah and she is booked for the 15th. I hit up Jason to get a hold of the flyer and he never got back to me. So I emailed Steve and asked him if he could send me a flyer and he said Jason handles all the flyers. So I hit up Jason again and he still didnt hit me back yet. I was losing promotion time and the night was nearing so I whipped up a shitty flyer and posted it on the myspace and on here where I blog regularly now. Innocent enough? Well I get this comment from a certain someone named Sarah Morrison, who mind you I do not know…I have heard the name but have forgotten the acclaim…here is what she said and I quote… 

“its sorta of retarded you made your own flyer and arent using jason’s. actually its fucked. this girl aint running tuesday. she has her 30 minute midnight set like every tuesday act booked im presuming. you cant just make flyers for other people’s nights calling them something else, pretending they are yours dude.have you been to la? do you have the internet yet? ”………………………………. …………………………………………………………………..WOW?

This was almost borderline crazy I thought. Yes this is their night and I never claimed it to be anything else nor would I want to considering I wanted my act to play “THEIR” night. It doesnt say Lisa is “RUNNING” the Tuesday as Sarah said. It just states the place, time, and artist websites in hopes that people come out and have a good time and enjoy the music. Steve and Jason booked her!!! I dont know what I did to become the stick in this girls ass but I hope we can one day meet in person, maybe even this tuesday, and remove it so u can smile again. Love you…Cisco. STEVE or JASON, send me the dang flyer homies!!! And also the mediator of this site, SKEET SKEET, let my flyer go up without hesitation so why all the fuss…calm the puss babydoll. That kind of flirting should be left on the playground. Bye all…  P.S. I HOPE U HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR AND PUT THAT ON A SHIRT AND WEAR IT SARAH…it took me a minute…way longer than it did to make the LISA flyer in question…truce?

Preface: I love both parties involved equally. I just find this funny. I love djs. I love gays. In closing, I love all gay djs equally, even franki and steve.

I like two types of drama. I like drama that does not involve me and drama between boys. This excerpt from the iheartcomix email blast-on-blast today has both of those things.

Those that pay attention to me, are aware i detest mass emails. But a few actual email readers reccomended me opening this. They promised me it would be worth it.

It was.

It had only been 8 months since the final break-up of myself and my former DJ/event partner, STEVE AOKI, and the launch of our then new and purposefully competing weekly TUESDAY night party, CHECK YO’ PONYTAIL. Our first two records on our record label, MATT & KIM and PROTOKOLL, were only 2 months old. TRAVIS and I had been in LOS ANGELES for 3 years and we still didn’t have a functional website.

A lot has changed since then, we come to the beginning of the new year, bigger than ever and ready to take on the next larger and looming challenges. Despite the efforts of said previous DJ/events partner, STEVE AOKI, to surpress our existence to the world using his greater fame, greater wealth and influence to pressure publications not to write about me/us (yes, we know, NYLON and BPM), pressuring friends and former friends to either not be our friend or work with us (RONYS PHOTOBOOTH, ROYAL RUMBLE, among several others) by threatening them a loss of pay or acceptance into his circle, pressuring THE COBRASNAKE to jettison our friendship almost immediately upon our break-up and consequently, or maybe voluntarily, erasing mine and close friends out of existence on the website and blatantly lying in advertising to steer people away from our events (it’s documented in one instance on thefader.com, HERE ), we’ve been able to make it out at the top of our game, unafraid of the future, unafraid to speak and armed for the wave of shit to come.

We fought tooth and nail this year to stake our claim in the hearts and minds of the kids of LOS ANGELES, of the kids of the world, in pop culture itself. We work harder than everyone you know to bring you the best shit you’ve ever seen. Even rich kids, jealous of the taste they don’t have, couldn’t stop us. We moved to LA with nothing, began 2007 on our knees with a plan, and ended standing tall ready to climb the mountain and secure our spot at the top. This is the IHEARTCOMIX YEAR IN REVIEW.

oh snap, franki. wah waaa?!?

I’m surprised that Steve Aoki and that whole Cinespace group have yet to venture into TV and make some hipster version of “The New Dance Show”. You know something like this, but with better lighting and Sarah Morrison.

According to “the internet,” Steve Aoki and I had some sort of crazy tumultuous romantic relationship that ended with the dramatic events that were me quitting Cinespace and later me leaving Los Angeles, entirely. Like most things on the internet, this is much more interesting that the real story.

Those that know us, know that our relationship has consisted of screaming matches about money and DJs at 2am inside (and sometimes outside) Hollywood clubs. It has also involved a very difficult attempt on both sides to be friends outside of business.

I was quoted in some article, “Steve is a great businessman. I am a great business woman. I would never want to work for Steve Aoki, nor he for me.”

With all that said, I find this article utterly ridiculous and completely off the mark.

I honestly like Steve. I respect him alot. This is just stupid.

It looks like someone at the City Beat may have actually had a sort of crazy tumultuous romantic relationship with DJ Benihana.

First of all apparently Delia’s is still a catalog. For those confused by my last statement, I am about to clarify. Delia’s was this mail-order catalog from the 1990s. Like, the only two pieces of mail that came to my house with my name on them in 1992 were Sassy and Delia’s.

More clarity for the youngsters: You live in the Boston suburbs. Your mom says you are not allowed to take the train by yourself till you are fifteen. So getting to Urban Outfitters is quite the feat. Thank god you have Delia’s.

So it is still a catalog. They also have a website. That sort of bummed me out because it sort of takes the fun out of Delia’s. Oh Alloy is still a catalog too. Alloy tried but never succeeded as being as cool as Delia’s. I am not going to even give them a “tag.”

I flip through the catalog, seeing if it is as cool as it used to be. Of course it is not. But I was also 13 when it was my fashion bible, so I guess it is all relative.

What I do find is this.
Jeremy Scott can probably die happy.
It is $16.50 or 2/$25.00

This is a horrible example. There are way better hoodies than this, in the catalog. The website has less stuff and is sort of annoying. There is a black and gold one and another dino print one. Alloy has some too.

Delia’s is ripping off Steve Aoki. With that, I am vowing to never make fun of him again. Actually, there is no way that will ever really happen. Steve would agree.

Saturday: Grammy’s

I sat behind the dixie chicks and in front of Prince. So Next Level.

You could see me everytime those dixie chicks won: PEEP THE YOUTUBE l.

Yesterday I drove to Vegas with the Dim Mak Records / Cobrasnake / Dim Mak Clothing / Youth Group Family.

Me, Russ, Jacob, Jennifer, Nic, Jeff, Steve, and the homies were holding it down all night. I spent like 5 hours at Kinkos helping with the line sheets cuz they were kinda fucked.

Saw my girl KAP, hey baby boo.

Went by the foundation room, Jet, went back to the condo and DJed for a bunch of drunk homies.

Today Me, Steve, Aaron La Crate DJed at United. HOLLLLLLER.

Tomorrow I DJ in the Kanye West Video with director John Pina. Holller. Double Holler.

Thursday Might DJ in Orange County. I’ll keep you posted.

YOUTH GROUP DOING IT HUGE IN 2007.

Vegas is kind of weak. Except I saw my homegirl kristen yeeee.