Feenix where art thou?

Although I always have made fun of Feenix her little purple butterfly wings, matter of fact the first thing I ever recall saying to her was "What's with the wings?" Today I miss them... It's our "official" Metaversary, and my baby is not there... Caught up in real stuff. So real in fact, she had to be taken to the hospital... As if the mental ward we live in together isn't enough!

Hopefully she will get to go home soon. I told her she should be in Elvis land, but I don't think I will get this little English girl to ever move. I can't say that I totally blame her, if you have a steady supply of Twinings tea, who needs that nasty Budweiser? But we have BBQ and a guy that misses you!

PBJ

People ask me why I call myself MC and not DJ. Well, I have always hated the term DJ. Likely it is because I heard the word Jockey in a derogatory fashion so often "Pizza Jockey", the guy that delivers my medium one-topping and coke. "Mail Jockey", the person always putting my letters in my neighbor's mailbox. "Hockey Jockey", the field hockey, girl shuffling, too young mom with a mini van...

Why would I want to be a Disc Jockey? I don't even use "discs" anymore.

MC is so much nicer... Master of Ceremony! You better believe it baby, I am in control!

I should really...

...Take some pictures of the goings on at Linri's Palace. I always have such a blast playing music there. Last night was no exception. Ok, so it is a little annoying to be called Tulip, instead of Tulsa. But I got you all back! See, I know how to sing, but I deliberately forget every once in a while. Tips didn't seem to suffer, so I might do that forgetting a bit more often...

I am also starting to learn what some of the regulars really like to to hear, so some more dedications may (or not, it's my show after all) be on the way...

Emy and me are also starting to build quite a crowd at P4, so if Sunday night 6-8 SLT is a bit too late for ya, come dance with us on Saturday @ P4 from 1-3.

I am thinking about about doing a more relaxed/romantic thing. Not quite the Mayhem of the regular dance events. I am sure Emy is up for another couples event, so if any of you know a good club that needs a good dose of R&B while Emy spins some moves "duo style", let us know!

No comment...

Something different...

I do two DJ/MC gigs in digital Barbie Land. Both of them are funk/disco. I was recently (as recent as yesterday) asked to fill in. An otherwise very dependable performer has been a no-call no show twice in a row now. Sure I can do that, but don't really want to do another dance/disco event. Any ideas? And please don't say classic rock or jazz!

Maybe I'll go Celtic.... Hahahahaha, Just kidding!

Conversation...

Two lips...

It all started last week... Razor (a regular at DJ Winston's Blues on the Beach shows) called me Toolsa (whether on accident or not). It's Tulsa you dope! That somehow changed into Tullie, and from there into Tulip. I can now no longer show up at Linri's Palace without someone yelling: Hey....

• Tulip (Winston)
• Daddy Tulips (Linri)
• Twolips (Razor)

Thanks Razor! Butthead! In other news, a first occurred last night. I accidentally won a contest! "Best in Silver". You can chalk that one up to my superbly grotesque clothing collection. It takes a Mr. Sheridan to own a silver suit! Also, several "friends" have pointed out the poor spelling on this blog... Well I hope you speak typonese, because I have entirely no desire to go back and fix it.

P-Funk!

My two (so far) regular SL platter-spinning gigs (I feel like a Chinese acrobat saying that) are all about danceable music... Groove! It's Funk, with some disco (the good kind) thrown in the mix. Must be doing something right because even Feenix loves it (and she and I have a radically different taste in music)

(I am also trying to set the world record for most paretheses in one blogger post)

The name of those epic events (or failures depending on who you ask) is Party Funk. A name I didn't personally came up with (or it would have been quickly redubbed: Farty Punk). It was once again that nag of a sister of mine (she really rules my SL, she only pretends to let me be in control). But what she doesn't know (can you believe she had never heard of Parliament, George Clinton's band?) is that there is actually a genre called P-Funk...

"Make my funk the p-funk, I want my funk uncut, make my funk the p-funk, I wants to get funked up, I want the bomb, I want the p-funk"...

So, unwittingly she very aptly named my show (I should say our show, since she does the choreo). Nobody knows what the P in P-Funk stands for really. The etymology of the term P-Funk is subject to multiple interpretations. It has been identified alternately as an abbreviation of "Parliament-Funkadelic", "pure funk" or "Plainfield Funk", referring to Plainfield, NJ, the hometown of the band's original line-up. The breakout popularity of Parliament-Funkadelic elevated the status of P-Funk to describe what is now considered to be a genre of music in its own right.

Well enough history already! As far as I am concerned the P in P-Funk stands for: PARTY!!

The emperors new clothes...

Today my sister Emily said to me "You have joined the SL fashionistas!" It's a group of people I always refer to as the Fashion Nazis myself. And I don't think I am one of them. She said this after I complained that a pair of PJs I own look too noob. I know why she laughed, a few short months ago I walked around in an all together not very attractive looking free shape and skin. Not to mention a freebie wig that looking back on it practically every guy in SL has worn at one point (you know, the shaggy black do). But it all started with shoes...

Several of my friends were always complaining I never wore any. I thought that was kinda silly since it never gets cold in SL, now does it? I does look weird maybe to be walking around in snow sans footwear, but my AV is blissfully unaware of that and besides, I have seen pictures of people walking around on the south-pole without coats (real people, no really I have). Furtermore, I thought it was delisciously rebellious to be attending a formal event with the toes in the nude. Yet one person in particular -- Who shall remain nameless, Casandra Shilova -- was very persistent. Actually what happened was, she had promised me a Christmas present, we just never found the time to go shopping together. When we finally did, she suggested we'd go buy Tulsa some shoes, and gullible me fell for it.

Now I had a pair of killer shoes, and all of a sudden every other item of clothing I owned looked exactly like what I paid for it... Nothing!

So I asked sister E. and my just as fashion-snooty (And I say that with utmost respect) friend Cas for the LMs to some good stores, bought me some reasonably good looking (and unreasonably expensive) outfits. Then one day, when I was showing off my new rags, Cas said "That is some chin, you have on that AV." Damn, I thought, the fashion police is never off-duty! But looking in the mirror I had to admit she was right...

I think it's probably no over-estimation to say I spend an entire Saturday exclusively on trying on new shapes. Surprisingly, I ended up liking one already in my inventoire (that's Frenglish for inventory) the best. But shucks, now my hair looked out of place! Not that it ever looked in place to begin with, but...

For a guy that never really cared about looks in SL, can you see the transformation happen? 'Tell you the truth, I was getting a wee bit frustrated! Luckily, Emy knew exactly the store and I found a shag (no you Brit readers, this has nothing to do with sex) that I liked. Proudly wearing (and looking) my best, Casandra instantly killed my new-found pride. "Ooh", she said about my hair "Ibiza!" What the... ? While a token of approval (in her defense) it kinda felt like showing up for a party finding that three other guys are wearing the exact same suit, so everyone there will know it is a rental.

That's the problem with wigs I guess... In RL two people can get the exact same haircut but it will still not look the same. All hair is different. Not so in Pixel Land. A wig is a wig is a wig... But damn do I look good!

So why do I still not consider myself a "Fashionista"? Two reasons really. I would never judge people on their looks, because if you wear Prada, you are the Devil. Second, I still try to get a rise out of Emy by wearing the most unruly combinations of clothes in the most insane color combinations. It's actually more fun, deliberately mismatching really good looking clothes!

Snob? Yes. Fashion nazi? No! Funky fry? Big Hell Yeah!

WARNING: Nudity ahead...

It's almost time for work (Yuk!) but I spent a lovely morning with my baby girl Feenix. She came over to check out some new furniture that I had made for our in-world house (we now have a long overdue reading light by our couch -- although she would call it the lounge). Of course, we couldn't keep our hands (and other body parts) off each other... So nudity ensued. Do I really need to share this? Well if you are the "faint of heart" type, don't read/look, but I am one of those guys that is entirely too proud of his baby. So enjoy the slightly naughty picture, you pervert-blog-reader you!

Video Goodness...

Lame, Lame, Lame! Blogger let's me upload video but not audio?? Why? Anyway... You wanna hear some of the promo material that I can create for other performers? Guess you gonna have to look at the video....

Audio Goodness...

I create promos for DJs/MCs in the virtuality. As soon as I find a way to upload some audio, I will put some samples here. Contact me in world for more info!

Seriously folks...

I find that most all people I meet in the Metaverse take it WAY to serious. Granted, there are real people on the other end of the keyboard, so you can't just go out there and be an asshole all the time (which is one of my fave activities, alas). And I have to admit that if other people do "silly" things, like be an Elf... I just laugh at them and think "How old are you again?"

But some people take their existence in the pixelated Barbie world to the extreme! There are those of us (not me, nor do I want to) that make REAL money playing Barbie amongst the rest of us, but next time you tell me you just paid your utility bill from your SL earnings.. I will ask you how long you had to work for that. If after that you still think it feasable to earn your RL income in here, you are either a) a landowner with 25 rented out sims or, b) you should seriously reconsider your standards.

Photo Shoot...

Right before a gig last night (I spin tunes -- currently 2 nites a week in SL) the manager of the club I was playing asked me for "...a picture of you two together" . You will have to know that I will not show up for a gig without my SL (but that might as well be RL as much as she nags) sister. Emyly Beaumont is the best choreographer in SL and it's a real honor to have her friendship. So when I negotiate deal with a club, they will find it in the rider... Pimento olives in the dressing room, tooth paste flavored vodka... AND... a fee for my choreographer (a word I've finally learned how to spell).

Much to my own surprise, I had to answer in the negatory fashion. How can a perfectionist like me, not have promo-material?

+INSERT SOUND OF SLAP ON FOREHEAD HERE+

Well we made short work of that! Next time they ask, I am prepared!