BLORRida Tour's a wrap yo!

Ohh myyy Gawwdd sooo we flew into Jax Beach for our Ocean Club show on Saturday... to Tampa on Thursday and Friday to be silly with our amigos in IRB whaaaaatt, then to a lil town called Satellite Beach on Saturday to play for close friends (including my father) ..then hopped on over to Orlando on Tuesday and played through a terrible PA for some frothy UCF kids (after which ensued the sweatiest dancing to remixed top 40 Nineties hits I have and probably will ever encounter), then scooted right up to downtown Jacksonville the next day to feel at home one more time at Square One with all our dt Jax fwiends. One more show down in Deerfield Beach for the Annual Midnight Madness.

Two weeks of wiggling our way around Florida and now we are done with our "BLORRIDA" fall tour. Sounds sweet packaged nicely like that doesn't it. The Modest Mouse song "The Good Times are Killing Me" has been stuck in my head ever since our first night in Jax. I tried to hang with everybody else and drink beer past 3 in the a.m. I can't say I had any shining epiphany that drinking Busch Light into the morning is what has been missing from my roaring twenties, but I had a heck of a lot of fun watching my friends do it better. I think I ll speak for Hot Damm and say he has had himself some fun in Blorrida (sorry I can't stop saying that, totally going for the branding thing ya know bro). I am now in Morristown, New Jersey visiting my Grandma with my Popps. Her house is amazing.. nothing in it has changed since my Dad was a teenager,, really,,, like nothing. There is a basement that puts any antique thrift store to shame. Oh and a 30 year Wurlitzer Organ! I am goin to try and take advantage of this and write a lil didley with it just to show ya ll how cool this thing sounds. Here are some pics from the (one more time baby) BLORRIDA tour,,, AND of my NEW GUITAR!!! I am so excited to show ya ll!!! It is a 72' Thinline Telecaster. (Thanks Billy)

Halloween was some skanky fun. Thats really all I can say. The pictures say a thousand skanky words... We got to see Darkhorse Saloon play a kick booty rock n roll show in jax too! This is a new band out of Jacksonville that we had the pleasure of playing quite a few shows with in Fl... They are my new fav band from Fl and i danced like a banshee on Halloween.. that makes me very happy... Darkhorse Saloon.. go pawtay with em if you get the chance.

Thank you everyone who came to all the shows and really jiggied with us like u meant it. Ya ll make us sentimental and so happy to be home. We will be working on recording an official EP as well as searching for ways to give ya ll a better show every time... well we will really try that is...

good to see ya'll,
Hips

BLORR plays Modern Collective Premiere!!!!

Modern Collective is a surf film created by Taylor Steel and Kai Neville featuring Dane Reynolds, Jordy Smith, Yadin Nicole, Mitch Coleborn, Dusty Payne, and Dion Agius. A project sponsored by O'neill, Surfing magazine, Nike 6.0 and Monster.. the backing is obviously there to push this film just as much as it will deserve. Now that the cold hard facts are down about this flick, let's talk about what those names and titles mean. Basically you are putting together the best filmmakers and best young surfers/blogists/hip to the game dudes to create a a movie that is gonna stand the test of time. The elements are all there for this video... tasteful videography, section after section of mind blowing free surfing, and a soundtrack so good that it will have the most pretentious hipsters with the attitude "surfers are lame and have no taste" secretly buying it off the Poor Specimen website. On the list of legend vids like "Focus", "Green Iguana", "Sprout",, "Modern Collective" may be the next on the prodigal shelf.

It is no surprise that any party based around this movie is going to be top notch keewwl. So Nike's Motel No Tell decided to host it right. Catered by Papa J's, people enjoyed what some San Clemente locals may call the "dankest of the danks" Hawaiian food. But no matter if we were sitting, standing or walking there was an extra hop in our step. An extra groove to our gate that was undeniably coming from the electro set of the "Bareback DJ's". Yes they are Australian which makes it totally fine for them to announce that name to whomever may be asking.

As the California sun's slow collapse made everyones beer and wine taste a little sweeter, guests of honor Taylor Steele and Dion Agius introduced "Modern Collective". Although it was just a 20 minute teaser of the film, it left everyone "frothing"! But the night was not near over. Right after the showing (which was full of gasps, ooo's, aaa's, and a couple "no F***in ways") the Bastard Lovechild of Rock n' Roll performed! They introduced themselves as Cookie Sugahips and Hot Damm Huckleberry Winn and proceeded to play a frenetic set of jolting rock n roll. Although there is profanity in the title, they are not from Australia. Hailing from Florida but temporarily living at the Motel No Tell they celebrated the end of their stay with a dancetastic set leaving only sweat on the concrete, buzzing in ears, and perma-smiles on faces. The only thing that could have made this event even more extreme, more off the wall, more radical would be if there were Raver Hula Hoop girls dancing their brains out through out the entire night. Wait... there was. Heck don't take my word for it, just take a look at the pictures. The Bareback DJ's played into the wee hours of the night (hula raver girls on bed included) until someone "pissed" enough knocked the entire turntable set on the ground into a puddle of booze and energy drinks... Heck it was the Motel No Tell's last night and Taylor Steele did say "let's burn this place down"...

*Australian conversions: Frothing- super excited, amped

Frother- one who displays traits of being super excited

Pissed- Drunk and Frothing

-Hips

NEW SONG!!!

Finished at the NIke Motel,,, here is a song called "Styxxx the Sultan of Sleaze"

it is meant to be a short release... a 2 minute climax of shallow fun... or is it? Or is it meant to be an open door to a mythalogical world where damsels in distress can be saved only by a king who reigns over pheromones like Alexander reigned over conquered lands? its Tots up to you :)

love ,
Hips

Cookie records...

In the first couple weeks of BLORR's stay at the Nike Motel, the majority of time has been spent writing new music and waiting for our first opportunity to play to live humans again. In that time Cookie has written some new stuff and done some rough recordings to keep the creative juices circulating... here is a soft lil lullaby recorded a week or so ago... it is called "Lullaby 1 (Swimmies in Sleepies)."    

WEAR HEADPHONES!!!!!!!

Some sewious inspiwation!!!!

Ra RA Riot
is that finger to the camera man who kept trying to video up yo skirt?



The Dead Weather

I had so many friends I wanted to text/call/telepathically communicate with this past weekend... so I figured I 'd just write a lil blurp bout why..

I was lucky enough to attend the San Diego Street Scene on Saturday (music Festival downtown).. I even got free parking courtesy of a lovely young lady who happened to playing on Fulana (the main stage). She and her band Ra Ra Riot played an amazing set to a steaming afternoon crowd. I mean it was hot.. like Florida hot. The musicianship in Ra Ra Riot is unbelievable, but the fact they can come together to bring those talents into meaningful, catchy, and often times moving lil grooves is what captivates me everytime I see em. They will be recording a new album this winter so get excited.
We strolled for pizza at Basic (I highly it suggest if you are in downtown San Diego, Pear Gorgonzola Salad is off the chain yo). Then we made sure to get back for the Dead Weather. And thank goodness I put my stork legs through all that walking and standing and walking because The Dead Weather were something to see. I envisioned that Jack White would actually hover inches above the crowd from the far back all the way to take his place behind his minimalist drum set,,, but him walking out with the rest of the band was just as exciting. We decided we wanted to be in front for this, and though there was a blonde lady who had Robert Plant hair on crack that she incessantly waved into our nostrils after she would spill her beer all over my purdy lil toes.. our spot at the front was pristine. We felt beads of sweat from Allison Mosshart's hair pelt us on our foreheads at every dramatic cigarette drag/head bang,,, we could see how close the bassist's bifocals came to flying off at every thunderous line he layed down,,, we could smell the leather of the guitarist's fitted jacket as he multi-tasked between cream polished hollow body beauties and the mystical Wurlitzer keys,,, And yes, I do believe Jack White made eye contact with me and within that glance spoke the words "Come backstage Cookie,, it'll be fun. I want to hear bout your thoughts on my new super group, and about your step-dad also being from Detroit,, we can chat about guitar gear, and you can show me some of the new song ideas you have for the upcoming BLORR ep!" I returned the eye contact but gratefully declined... "ah thanks Jack, can I call you Jack? But you played a great show and I am sure you are tired. Next time mi amigo, next time." I know what you are thinking... all this in a glance? But yes its totally true. He understood.
But man there really aint nothin like some dirty rock n roll to kickstart my heart (m. crue anybody? ya? ok) We were lucky enough to stay at the house of Deth Hertz which is always a treat. Especially when Tyson (mastermind/DJ extroardinairre) comes dancing/jogging into your room at 4 in the morning which from bed appeared to me as a 6 foot 4, half naked apparition coming rapidly toward my bedside. When he remembered I was staying the night he vanished just like any ghost who was still amped off his Voyeur filled DJ set would.. The next morning I found myself helping the blokes from Late of the Pier get a taxi to a flight back to London that they would surely be missing... California is just kinda magical like that sometimes...
Some exciting Nike Motel/ BLORR news coming very soon!
yippey.
hugs,
Cookie aka Hips

The Grand Tour of the Nike No Tell Motel!

BLORR @Nike No Tell Motel.....

An Introduction...

Upon arriving to the Nike Motel, coyishly called the No Tell Motel,, I had realized it wouldn't be my first stay at the San Clemente motel..   It used to be called El Ranchero.  I actually have a fond memory of staying here a few years back with my bestest friends Max, Lowel, and Laura L.   On that trip we went down to Mexico and happily drank on Margaritas.  When we returned to El Ranchero we all learned why you order your drinks with no ice.  Our lil motel bathroom met Montezuma's revenge full force.  Poor Lowel and Laura had just started dating too... ahh its safe to say they drove through the "oh no what do I do if I have to doo doo in front of this new person I like, bathroom barrier" in a mac truck at top speed..  

But this was not El Ranchero anymore.. This had been transformed into Nike's new home for creative metamorphosis!  And BLORR is lucky enough to be a part of it....  Now because my last blog was sooooo long,,, I'll give you the tour of Nike's No Tell Motel with pictures....  

So you walk up and ...
 and who knows there may just be a heated game of table tennis in action...
here is the beginnings of the show room
a cute lil Nike kitchen... If  Micheal Jordan dreams of interior design, would it be this?
full frontal
This along with pac-man actually work
the game room,,,
One of the featured rooms.. for team riders and special guests
not too bad...
welcome to the shagg room... (i didn't name it.. swear..
but i cant say it doesn't give off an exquisitely sleazy feel...
or you could go for the self cleansing and spiritually enlightening room...
Enter the Zen room..

Nike has done many events here at the hotel, including 7 days of stoke for under priveleged kids, as well as ones like this "the MadSteez Party" fun fun fun

man they must have felt like kids in a candy store...  (insert canned laughter)
Nike likes family, ping pong and kabobs.... makes sense to meeeeee!!!!

BLORR will be playing events like these as well as recording in the soon to complete NIke JAM ROOM... I ll show ya ll that fantasy come true soon!!!  love ya ll

-Hips aka Cookie aka Sugahips aka Bronco aka very blessed and happy to become a part of this No Tell Motel experience..

Are Drugs the New Black?

notice masked DJ's
Notice why I am proud of Shockey
Notice the intimacy of this shot,, Wha
notice the masked dancer in the block 
 Notice me and Devin somewhere in the sea of sweat and giant pupils (All photos from Beltron and Krassy)

Being my last post was about photography, you may want to call me bonehead being that I didn't even remember to get a disposable camera for my drive across our nation...  I mean I should have taken a picture with every state border sign, captured introspective moments from the 25th hour of driving through the creepy nowhere lands of Texas, modeled on top of a rock pile mountain at sunset,,, maybe a fake finger prick shot next to an authentic Arizona cactus,,, maybe an "oh they are so silly" shot of playing cops and robbers through San Antonio's Alamo?

Well surely I should have compiled all of these traveling photos and done an inspired cover of "This Land is Your Land" and made a patriotic slideshow blog post.. right?   Does the thought count for anything? Kewl...

But no,, just a couple of snapshots on Devin's (my best friend of last 12 years who took on the journey with me) I phone...  (We took pictures of each other the first night from inside my car at bout 2 in the morning when we stopped to sleep at a Texas rest stop.. we put towels over the windows so the rest stop serial killer wouldn't be able to see how vulnerable we were sleeping there)  The photos didn't quite capture the fear and delirium we oozed at that point...looked more like the beginning snapshots to a skinemax gay soft core... 

But nevertheless we made it to San Diego on Sunday.. feeling about as haggard, greasy, and tired as is physically possible and immediately were thrust into the SD downtown night life.  The Bloody Beetroots, an Italian DJ Duo happened to be playing at the Voyeur.  My good friend Shockey opened this club about 6 weeks ago and was gracious enough to show my friends and I in past a line that was wrapping around the block filled to the brim with kids ready to dance, headbang, and rave their lil pupils out of their eyeballs.  I am very proud of Shockey,, this place is amazing and u will see from the pictures it was made for the tip top to come lose themselves in the music, the moment, you own... WOAAAA Coox... EMINEM referencing.. i apologize,, the 3 day drive must still be wearing off.  Either way.. the Voyeur is bad ass.. go!  

 

The amount of ravers claiming themselves as ravers throughout this whole night has led me to ask one question,, a question so profound in the world of trends and a fast pace fashionista life-style, I can see it clearly on the cover of Nylons and Vogues scattered on news-stands around the world..  Are drugs the new black???

The following account only gives more credibility to my speculation...

   I should probably leave this stuff out for the sake of my sweet momma's worrying mind but its just too damn ridiculous not to share.  After saying to goodbye to good friends who to my pleasant surprise were all attending the show (Tyson and Tiago of Deth Hertz, www.myspace.com/dethhertz , Frankie La Fatte who will be spinning this upcoming Saturday at Voyeur for ya ll who wanna see the newest nasty steez on the dirty market) we walked back to Hard Rock Hotel where my wholesome friend Branigan had a room.  

     

Somehow 4 ppl we had not hung out with the entire night ended up walking up to the room with us.  While sleep was on our minds,, these four troopers had different ideas, well with the exception of one extremely intoxicated fellow who plopped himself right on the cot that had been set up for Devin and I to crash on.  After kissing her passed out beau goodnight, his girlfriend proceeded to empty hundreds of dollars worth of blow (you know.. cocaine, nose candy, bugar sugar, white queen, california cornflakes, toot, snow white, foo foo dust, star spangled powder?)   Well just in case u are reading momma.. buga suga is not the kind of suga that makes my hips shake like shakira... but I have seen enough episodes of Miami Vice to tell that girl and her buds vacuumed up a Vegas weekend's worth of that stuff.  But the weird thing was after they're midnight buffet they just looked at each other and said ... "well lets smoke a cigarette and pass out... WHAAA ?  Really?  I'll say this.. I myself have never indulged in the pleasures of star spangled powder (sorry I had to use that one again it was so good), and really I do not judge in the slightest to those who do.  Just not my thang is all.  But I would imagine if I ingested that much, it would be the makings of an E! True Hollywood Story, packed with details of me hanging off the balcony of the hotel room singing Prince to the streetwalkers below, running through downtown naked shouting at the petty cabs bikers, and finally binge eating my way through an entire 7-Eleven bakery shelf (esp. those apple fritters and cuban grills).  

      

   But no,, they just decided to pass out.  Taking with them into their dreams the cot and the only two blankets left in the room.  It doesn't stop there.  After finding my own spot on the floor next to that cot I was woken up first by my own chattering teeth and then by "Johnny Im gonna pass out on your cot" 's feet falling off the cot and on to my chest.  I didn't understand... I thought to myself, if I had that cot and a blanket to myself, I would have no problem keeping my entire body comfortably planted on that cot and not repeatedly letting them fall onto the freezing stranger on the floor beneath??  After the Benny Bennassi "Satisfaction" ring tone alarmed for the 5th time from one of their phones Devin and I decided it may just be best to drive to San Clemente and meet up with our b.f.a.m.* Hot Dammm at the Nike No-Tell Motel.   And so would start the experience of BLORR at the Nike No-Tell Motel......  an introduction to which will be coming soon!

hope these trying encounters were someway a benefit to your mood...

love,

sugahips

*brother from another mother    in I.M. lingo