Void Vision at Wierd!

I did an interview with these kids that was excerpted on the Vice Blog, check it out!

I also took a bunch of pics from that night, enjoy!

I Lost My Time in a Magic Vortex

Facebook is going to be the death of me. Now that I've expanded beyond simple social networking and begun playing Dungeon & Dragons: Tiny Adventures. It's been going non-stop for a few days now. I got my boyfriend hooked too. Now we're spending our evening's buffing each other's characters from different computers in the same house. It's bad. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's an awesome application. And since it makes you wait between rounds it's not that encompassing. So it's not like I'm spending 14 hours a day playing World of Warcraft (I would never dare set foot in that realm, I'm obsessive when it comes to that shit, a prime candidate for life-wasting.) But still, it's getting a little out of hand.

Between Tiny Adventures (my Eldarin Wizard is a level 8, only three more levels til retirement and then I start again as a generation 2!) and...gulp...I hate to admit this to you guys...Sorority Life I really think I'm ruining my life. Seriously, I have a sorority girl whose body I inhabit and I befriend other girls I don't know via this game and team up to fight other girls. And to become friends with these girls in the game you have to be their friend in the real realm of Facebook which means I've actually added thirty or so strangers from around the world to my friends list just so I can grow my sorority and fight other girls more effectively and get better prizes...I know, I can't believe I'm explaining it or admitting it or even worse, PLAYING IT.

Bringing the embarassment of Sorority Life into it makes the Tiny Adventures thing much more acceptable. First of all, wizards and dragons and castles and orbs of mental dominion are awesome, sorority girls are not. Second aside from outfitting your character to maximize bonuses for specific adventures and the social act of healing and buffing your friend's characters, the game is pretty passive. So why am I dreaming about it? Seriously, I had a dream the other night where my actions were dependent on scores and a countdown timer and my adventures were hindered by an unknown force (aka the dungeon master!) deciding my fate. Really Bev? This is the stuff your dreams are made of? I couldn't even dream about orcs or any of the cool shit in the game, just the scoring tactical portion of it. LAME. You'd think a D&D-related dream would be much more epic than that.

FUCK! My character just failed a Constitution check and gets -5 Charisma for five adventures. I'm getting concerned about Grenabaul the Eldarin Wizard, she's not doing so well in her adventure, "The Song of the Dark Druid". She failed it once already last night but I really thought I had it this time. That's the problem with wizards, they are high on intelligence but low on constitution, strength, and wisdom and my inventory of weapons isn't doing enough to help it. See? These are issues of serious concern!



For a relative virgin to this sort of gaming I feel like I'm doing okay. I have to admit that a big part of the reason I was so willing to mock my friend's boyfriend when I saw him at his computer with a headset on playing World of Warcraft was fear that there but for the grace of elves there go I. An appropriate addendum to this example is that when my friend found a scorpion in her closet (they live in a wooded area just outside of Austin, TX) she had to beg him to tear himself away from the game to kill it. He entered the bedroom, sword in hand, and vanquished the tiny poisonous foe. Aforementioned boyfriend just happens to be the singer in fantasy metal band The Sword, so despite what you all may think of their music (they have a lot of haters out there,) their name is truly their weapon of choice and the singer, JD, truly knows his wizardly shit. Regardless, it is a good escape for the distraction from the annoyances and stresses of the real world, but seeing him made me realize that could easily be me in the headset missing dinner due to a prearranged online gaming meeting with a bunch of buddies.

Then again that dude goes on tour with Metallica so I think we can let a little gaming slide. But while it's not ruining his life I have a very real fear of it ruining mine. Tiny Adventures seemed like the perfect compromise for my desire to engage in epic adventures with little concentration or time commitment but somehow I've managed to turn what is essentially D&D lite into a time-killer. Is it wrong that I'd rather sit at home and half-watch episodes of Ranma 1/2 while making sure my character makes it through a level 8 adventure than go to all these Fashion Week parties I've been made aware of? Actually, maybe I'm doing okay.

Odyn Vovk up on Vice!

The behind-the-scenes rundown of the Odyn Vovk show is posted up on Vice.

Click here to check it out, there are tons of pics too!

I didn't get any pics at the afterparty because I was too busy DJing, my camera was almost dead, and everyone fucking hung out in the back yard where I couldn't go because I was tied to the decks! Bummer. Still it was a blast. Playing Immortal and Mayhem at Sweet and Vicious was extremely satisfying although it seemed to bum out the staff pretty heavily aside from my buddy Brain who dug it. And there is nothing like having a crowd of your own kind in a bar that doesn't cater to you. A girl I recognized as a former customer at The Good The Bad & The Ugly came up and gushed about hearing Burzum. I gushed back, excited that she caught it. And I doubt those turntables have seen an Asschapel LP since well, when Stefan and I DJed the Kylesa afterparty on Halloween there nearly four years ago.


I'll post some of the outtakes from the Vice piece later, including my favorite category of photo, unflattering pictures of male models.

Richard Phillips had an afterparty...

Cult of Youth and Xeno & Oaklander played the afterparty for the Richard Phillips opening. Gagosian opened up the old Knitting Factory space which had been severely devestated by an earlier St Patrick's Day party. Apparently some cable access star had rented out the space for $30,000 and then charged party-goers $100 a head for a six hour open bar. 800 yuppies turned out to drink from noon til six or something. The sidewalk in front of the venue was a sea of vomit before we showed up and the entire place still smelled like puke despite the staffs' best efforts to clean up after the earlier party cleared out.

After soundcheck we decided to live it up in the VIP area despite the lack of alcohol yet available or anyone else present to hide from. Thanks to a green paint pen and a graffiti friendly backstage mayhem ensued. Pretty much everything in green is the work of the fine fellows in Cult of Youth.


Best entry in the fake bandname competition


Close runner up


Glenn went a little crazy with the skin references


Yeah! We had fun with the remnants of the earlier St Patrick's Day party.


What time is it? It's swazi time!

There was also a penis drawing contest. I think it's clear who won.










Irish eyes are smiling (and the beer was finally flowing)


Aww...we're in lurv!


I was proud of my outfit...that's a Mickey Mouse silk cami that my bff Lauren gave me before she moved and a white vest Lisa gave me.


NYHC bathroom photoshoot


Xeno and Oaklander were amazing


Cult of Youth was amazing




Richard Phillips, the man of the evening, seemed pleased











Between bands Jane Elizabeth of Tesco USA and Scott Mou played some brutal tunes the likes of which anyone is lucky to hear DJed over a serious soundsystem. I wish I could have invited everyone I knew, but it was a private event. Both bands blew me away, and I high reccomend everyone in the universe see them immediately.

While Cult of Youth was loading out the cops were arresting someone up the block. It was a yuppie dude who had gotten wasted at the St Patrick's Day party hours before, stripped off all his clothes and passed out naked on Leonard Street. A nice parting gift for a wonderful night.

Halloween...Hellaweed

You know, I thought I was going to be disappointed by Halloween this year. Between the stress of it being on a Friday night and my budgetary crisis and feeling like I didn't know what the hell was going on this year, it was set up to be kind of a bummer, but honestly, when I let all that anxiety go, I had a really good time. The main reason was Don Pedros. I sincerely wish I hadn't been in such a hurry to jam over to house parties (which were stressful and overwhelming) and had stayed there longer. I think part of me still feeling like I need to spend holidays at house parties instead of bars is me clinging to my youth. The fact of the matter is, when I hear the phrase, "party of the year" it makes me want to run the other direction. A significant portion of my crowd phobia has ebbed thanks to some pharmesutical assistance, but legitimate benzo consumption aside, I still don't like being mashed up in a crowd of sweaty bodies bouncing up and down to bad hip-hop. I don't even like it when it's good hip-hop.

Of course there will always be stellar house parties but I rarely have fun at them unless they are thrown by my friends or attended by the en masse. Being sober makes it hard for me to mingle and the cost reduction in getting drunk at someone's home vs a bar makes for an all-the-more-wasted crowd. And I'm sorry, I'll admit it, I hate having beer spilled on me. I mean, I know everyone does, but smelling like booze really bothers me. It creeps me out and brings me back to a place and time I don't want to have present on my person. The smell of alcohol isn't a trigger to make me want to drink, but it's just revolting to me at this point. Pavlovian perhaps.

Regardless, we were supposed to go to Warwick to Glen's buddy's annual Halloween party. We went last year and it was a blast but last year it wasn't on Halloween night but the weekend prior. The idea of driving in traffic back into the city at 11:00 wasn't one any of us could stomach so we went back to Glen's where he did a side-by-side taste test of the KFC Famous Bowl and the Popeyes Big Easy Chicken Bowl. He said KFC won hands down and was sorely disappointed the Popeyes chicken wasn't fried but pulled. Anyway...while at his house we had to come up with a last minute costume for Glen. This was it:


Voila! Mask and glove from last year's Mexi Kreuger costume along with Baja and bandana = Stoney Kreuger! His Zombie Wayne and Garth buddy costume with Matt fell through at the last minute due to a wig shortage.


As far as me? Well...shit. Andy gave me a beautiful gold Venetian owl mask to wear but the thought of wearing that all night horrified me so I opted out and went with the one fool-proof costume theme I already have the wardrobe for...wizardry. I am not sure what I exactly was. Warrior Priestess perhaps. Glen said I looked like the female Beast Master and when I had the fur on I felt like the missing female member of Manowar. My primary inspiration was 70s fantasy art. Then again, that's my primary inspiration for most of life in general.


You know, like this but with less T & A







Matt was one of his buddies at age 12 and Melissa was Spuds McKenzie...she looked hilarious.



Of course everyone looked amazing at Don Pedros. Check out the lovely ladies (and gents) I am proud to call my friends:











Don Pedros were a blast, bands dressed up and performed as other bands. The most exciting of which were the boys from The Weight dressed as the California Raisins:









Later at the weird house party across the street from my old apartment:




The one good thing about the party, I was able to run across the street and grab some stuff I'd left at my old apartment that was waiting for me in the hall. The fact that no one said a word to me as I was tearing open boxes while wearing a costume in the hallway of the building was funny to me, especially since so many building residents were eyeing me suspiciously. Farewell 405 Broadway. The divorce is nearly final, I just have a few more records to grab one of these days.

Next stop, Enid's. By the time we got there it was 3 am. Andy was quite enamored with my spirit stick.




Caroline was dead on as Lydia Deetz





Sam throwing smoke bombs as they cleared out Enid's was the last picture of the night. After that 10 of us went back to our place and listened to the Dead until 6 am. Happy Halloween!!!