or montpelier.
i’ve been here a few times and i still don’t know how to spell it.
but it’s nice.
last night was cannes.
tonight montpellier.
tomorrow barcelona.
then madrid.
then home.
it almost sounds like a vacation/holiday.
but no. i’m here dj’ing.
and, like the good 21st century denizen i happen to be, i’m using cd’s.
and, forgive the heresy, it’s great.
i’ll always love vinyl, really i will.
but, as every dj apart from me learned 5 years ago, cd dj’ing is fantastic.
the good bits:
a-you can carry all of your records with you in a little cd book that weighs roughly as much as 2 vinyl records.
b-you don’t have to baggage check your records, thus preventing the ‘moby goes to london, records go to auckland’ baggage problems that have been known to occur.
c-these cd dj players(i’ve been using the pioneer ones)are amazing.
as i said, i’ll always love vinyl, and i’ll probably dj with vinyl if i’m close enough to home to carry it in a taxi(like nublu), but i count myself as converted to the world of compact disc dj’ing.
i know, it’s borderline apostasy, but true nonetheless.
and i just realized that this can’t be of any interest to anyone who’s reading this
who isn’t a dj.
so, i’m sorry.
but i’m in the first honeymoon flush of my relationship with cd dj’ing.
i know, sounds mundane. and it probably is. but i love it.
in other news: cannes was nuts. i’d never been there during the film festival.
it’s, uh, o.t.t(a contemporary acronym meaning, i believe, ‘over the top’. see, that’s me trying to stay contemporary. awesome, right?).
so, this morning in cannes i woke up and stumbled to the french doors of my hotel room, flung them open to look at the nice mediterranean sea and the rich people’s yachts thereon, and then realized that there were about 500 tourists and photographers looking at the front of the hotel(and, by default, me)to see if they could spot any movie stars.
so for a brief second the tourists and photographers were subjected to me in my bleary eyed morning naked-ness.
i’m hoping(more for their sake than mine)that no one saw anything(not much to see, unless you like bald white guys looking like they just woke up, which i just had, actually).
it was a brief moment of unintended nudity, and i can only assume that anyone who saw me probably wondered ‘huh, i wonder what that naked bald guy is doing in the movie star hotel? maybe he’s norah jones’ assistant, possibly from a work-release program?’
or something similar.
and now it’s 6 a.m in montpellier(did i spell it right?)and i should go to sleep, for tomorrow we go to barcelona, which i love(it’s a hard city not to love).
ok, goodnight.
moby