the the the the beat lab

This would have been totally real and f-ing brilliant if a certain sponsor didn’t drop the ball (or should i say skinny can of liquid crack). and while we’re on the subject, why is it that all the people at that Droge Firma come from the raver world, and most have serious substance abuse problems?! weird. oh well. beat lab. woulda been great if they woulda done did it, rather than just bit it and made dante mad pissded.

HoP in Boston on St. Ptrks Day=Irish Overload

Seeing as how I’m allegedly Irish 365 days a year, I could give two flying fucks about all this St. Patrick’s Day malarkey. But for Dante and Cookie, being what? Italian, half a Jew and Swedish Hungarian or something, for them, this holiday shit is big time. Free pass to get drunk, fight, cry, write poetry, eat potatoes, all that leprechaun crap, it’s like a fucking frosted lucky charmed walk on the wild side for them two. So when they had the chance to celebrate St Paddy’s Day in Beantown with Dante’s scromies from forever, House of Pain, sheeee-it, you know they were in like Flynn. Here’s a little film Cookie made to show you all the shamrocks and shenanigans. –Monihan

100% daft

Last year Joe Cookie filmed me interviewing Daft Punk for Vice in conjunction with this horrible pollution corporation. The interview was conducted under very awkward circumstances. Details? Well, for instance, the corporate stooge from the pollution company was breathing down my neck telling me to ask them questions that I was certain they didn’t want to discuss. Boring shit, biographical shit that they’ve discussed a million times already over their tenure in the music scene. On top of that, the radio guy had us all wearing really irritating earphones, typical of radio interviews, but something that makes conversation stilted and tedious, non-conversational. And while the two performers were nice enough guys, I got the sense that they felt forced into doing the “promotion” out of a sense of obligation. So, all in all, unless you really love daft punk, you may find this video incredibly dull and annoying. Yet I know that many people absolutely love DP, their music, their mystique, and to such extremes that even hearing them snore would bring about some weird sense of joy. And therefore I felt it was only fair to post this document irregardless of my trepidation. Lastly, seeing as they are a French import, the disguises we decided to wear are in homage to De La Soul (yo, I’m speaking Francais yo).