S P A C E C O W B O Y S

Heavy-weight Space Cowboy DJ Mancub has released a new old-school mix, packed so tightly with classics and mashups, it’s like the DJ equivalent of the guy who won the Guiness World Record for smoking the most cigarettes at one time before it became uncool to do that sort of thing. Mancub’s mix is perennially cool, though, and you can find get it through his Podomatic page .

Also, I’ve got another Deckless Wonder Mix, currently be hosted on our friend Rayna’s superb Modifyer music blog. Link the to the entry and link to Rayna’s blog

(I couldn’t find a World Record in Smoking pic, but I found this and I think it’s even better—plus I think I went to college with this guy)

We here at the cowboy camp owe a shout out to everyone who came to BOC this past weekend. Best BOC ever, best DJs ever, best something under the table ever, even perfect sunny sunglasses weather.

Seeing all the pictures posted around town (check mvgals & pleasuresean ) makes me wish I was still there. I didn’t get to give Otto a hug, and I missed Kirk’s set. I only had one piece of bacon, and only made it to the upstairs patio once.

That said, we had a kickass time bringing the kickass beats to SF once again. Greeting 1000+ plus people through the door by 9AM is a joy and pleasure that I hold dear to my heart.

Business wise – I have some lost and found items. Mostly clothing, a random boot, and a purse with tampons and absolute vodka in it. If you are missing cell phones, keys, cameras, etc please check in with the club at Whisper – we mostly grabbed clothing.

I’d also like to invite all of you space cowboy house lovers and disco reject covers to come to SHINE (9th & mission, free b4 11pm) this Friday January 5th for the very last installment of VISION We will be celebrating the end of our 7 year run of this monthly, along with rrrus aka Ace Cow’s birthday. Come by for more hugs, more dancing, more smiles and more beats.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

xx Andrea

I called my grandfather to wish him a Happy New Year. My grandmother died a few years ago, and sometimes I worry about the man, he’s turning 95 next month after all. So out of love and concern I dutifully call with the hopes of keeping him company with a nice long chat. Our conversation proceeded as follows:

“Hi Gramps! Its your eldest grandson.”

“Hello Barbara! So good to hear from you, you’re my favorite after all.”

“No, Grandpa it’s…., (oh, its pointless), I’m just calling to wish you a Happy New Year!”

“Oh, thank you, and you too. Have a good time tonight. Bye, I’ve got a date.”

And then he hung up.

But the man knows what’s up, apparently he’s got some young little hottie back at the senior center, she’s 76 and it’s causing quite the stir down in Fort Lauderdale. And apparently I’ve got those genes, ‘cause the party only seems to get better, the older I get. Granted, my grandfather throws down with the Yiddish folk tunes and not the nasty breaks, but its looking like I’ve got quite a few parties left it me yet. True, its getting harder to stay up past midnite and easier to wake up before dawn, but that just works out fine for the Breakfast of Champions, and it just gets better with age. Maybe wisdom really is knowing when to take your vitamins. It was my favorite BoC yet, and I have you all to thank for it. The word around the SC corral is that most peeps feel the same way. So on behalf of all of the Space Cowboys let me say thank you to the crew at Whisper, to the dj’s who rocked the house, but most of all to all to you, the peeps that came out and make that party what it is.

Happy New Year!

-pk.