17.9.04
It's 3 am in downtown los angeles. i'm in a loft. my girlfriend is sleeping upstairs. i had to write this tonight before my valiums kick in, then the whole thing will go to shit and i will wake up forgettign what it was i was trying to say....So I found out tonight that a long time supporter of the scene and a big
supporter of Porter Tinsley is no longer with us. I'm one of the last to
know about this unfortunate occurance, but it's certainly sparked
something in me and I wanted to send out this email before I lost what
it is that has stirred.
You see, the last words spoken with this person were ones of arrogance
and ego - I was very wrapped up in myself, and didn't, for whatever
reason, pick up my phone. Could have been simple; could have easily
given directions to the Key Club afterparty...but for whatever reason,
I didn't. Had I picked up the phone and we'd have gone out and had a
great time, who knows...perhaps things would have been seen in a
different light and things might be different tonight, but I didn't, so
we didn't, and well, they're not. Perhaps nothing would have changed at
all - perhaps that weekend was the "last hurrah" - who knows? I know I
don't.
Anyway, all of this has made me think about friendship and what it means
to be a good friend. And I think I owe an apology or seven to some of
you that will be receiving this. I know or have met a few times, or at
least once hopefully (lest I am spamming you) in and around the scene.
And I love seeing the newer and familiar faces and getting to hug those
of you that come introduce yourself to me - it's the best feeling ever
to know I've touched your life in some small way.
But there are a few of you that I have been neglecting over the past few
months. For many reasons, either distance, or my work situation, or the
damn hectic schedule I had DJing that made me go nuts and have to take
August off...who knows - for whatever reason, I have not been a very
good friend lately, and I'm calling bullshit on myself. Tonight made me
realize that we are all in this scene because we LOVE each other, we
LOVE life and music and share great things....
So this is an apology for every time someone has tried to say hello, or
introduce themselves and I've been "too busy" -- whatever that means.
This is an apology to my friends that leave a thousand messages (Noreen
and Elizabeth) and never hear back from me. This is an apology for when
I say "I'll call you back in half an hour" and then forget to (Tobias.)
So, for those I've been neglecting: I love you, and I'll do better. I
promise.
I'm sad about my friend. I'm sad that I didn't have a chance to be a
better friend. I'm sad that the world is going to miss out on her
because of ...well, for whatever were her reasons. She was a cool one,
a true rockstar. She will be missed.
So, the scene changes for me once again. I got so bogged down at
parties, worrying about load in and out, police showing up, timeslots,
promotion, fonts etc etc.....i was so stressed about parties I wasn't
allowing myself to enjoy them, I wasn't allowing myself to DANCE
(that's the whole point, right?) I remember at LIB Dale was going nuts
trying to get me to dance with her...I did , until she got distracted,
then I went back to "saving my energy for my set." What the hell does
that mean???? That ends now. We got what we got kids, and what we got
is a fucking incredible scene full of creative energy, full of friends,
full of LIFE. Be a better person, let that car ahead of you cut you off,
maybe they need to get somewhere in a hurry. Be nicer to each other.
Stop and breath. I'll do the same, and the next time you see me at an
event, you'll know it's a whole new scene for me all over again. you
will know that I'm there and present, immersed in the community that I
love to play for.
And then you and I will dance. And my friend will be proud of me,
because by embracing the scene all over again, I'm being a good friend
to her too.
Thanks guys - see you out and about soon I hope.
Porter Tinsley
15.9.04
RUMOR ALERT: I am featured in Club Systems International Magazine. Which, if you don't subscribe, you'll never find it. However, the editor in chief there is a rockin' good lady, and she's sending me some copies of it and as soon as I can I will post them on my web site and pray that I don't get sued.RUMOR ALERT: Blue 102.9 in New Mexico, www.blue1029.com (look Chris, i got it right!) is having me for a little club shindig sometime in October.
RUMOR ALERT: You can hear my new song "Angel" (produced by Zev and Porter Tinsley featuring Zev on vocals) on the new gay network's travel/nightlife show: times and details of that coming soon. whoohoo!
RUMOR ALERT: NinjaSkillz Djs (Porter, The Saynt, and Bliss) will be at San Diego Decom...stay tuned for more info on THAT little nugget.
RUMOR ALERT: I am headlining SUGAR in Santa Monica (my former clubbing mecca) early November thanks to Ninja Skillz Management - rock on!
7.9.04
So I'm back from hiatus, and really didn't mean to drop off the planet altogether, but August sort of blew by quickly and before you knew it, I was getting "where the hell are you emails." Which, is always nice, but some of them were slightly alarming in their hostile nature. Geez you guys!Of the many humorous things that have taken place in the last few weeks, I have to share this one with you. Recently, my girlfriend and I went out to meet some friends at The Abbey for a drink. It being Thursday meant that all of the lesbians were out in full force at Here Lounge, which is right next door to The Abbey. By now you all know this place well, since it's the setting for many of my humorous dating escapades and what not. ]
However, on this night, I went to meet some friends at The Abbey, and before we left, I mentioned to Audra that I'd like to go next door and say hello to the promoters of FUSE and see how their recent interview went on the new gay channel, Q. I said it would just take a second, because Audra isn't exactly, well, fond of Weho. Let's face it: lesbians are mean and it was lesbian night.
So she obliges and we are standing outside the gates for a minute, I didn't see the promoters so we were going to leave, (busy night and we weren't in the mood), but there seemed to be some sort of commotion at the gate. Apparently, the bouncers weren't letting in two girls. These two girls were ripped from the pages of Vice Magazine, straight outta Silver Lake, and sporting two 1978 banana seat bicycles complete with daisy prints on the seats. And here's a transcript of their conversation with the bouncer:
Bouncer: We can't let you in the club with bikes.
Girl 1: Why not?
Bouncer: Why can't you just chain them to the fence?
Girl 2: We forgot our chains.
Bouncer: I can't let you in with your bikes.
Girl 1: Okay, look. These aren't really bikes. They're more like, accessories.
She actually said "they're more like accessories." I swear to God. And when those words crossed her lips, the entire hipster movement came to a screeching halt, and all that was left of their dwindling coolness frizzled up like my hair in Costa Rica. Hipsters, thanks to these two, are officially over. Long live Hipsters.
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