Dear 2morrow, I Love U. Bcuz of Coachella.

Once upon a time, nd by that I mean on the 23 of February, a blog post on L.A. Nouveau was written discussing an amazing event that was going 2 occur in the far reaching future.

No, I didnt blog about the worldwide re-emergence of Zoroastrianism in the 2030s.

The blog post topic was Coachella.

Read the former post here: http://lanouveau.blogspot.com/2009/02/musical-ejaculation-via-coachella.html

At the time, Coachella, the wrld-renowned music festival that takes place evry year in the California desert, was months away.

But now, we've finally reached the day where I can proudly say

Coachella. Is. 2MORROW.

Holy. Shit.

What.the.Fk.

Mom.

Cant believe the time has finally come 4 me 2 experience my first Coachella evr.

Want 2 share with u an excerpt from the last blog post written about Coachella:

"...as an L.A. newbie, nothing excites me more than thinking about being a part of Coachella.
Just want 2 have the Best / Most Cliché Coachella Experience Ever.
- Want 2 pass out from dehydration.
- Want 2 get drugged while I'm camping out in the desert.
- Want 2 have my first mini-heart failure while listening 2 the Ting Tings.
- Want 2 have my identity stolen at a convenience store in lil downtown Indio.
- Want 2 musically 'fall in love' with 1 of the lessr-known artists that I muster enough courage 2 interview after their show.
- Want 2 fill up 4 memry cards worth of photographs that I took from the wknd on my Canon Rebel.
- Want 2 be offered "cheese" [aka a cocktail of Tylenol PM & Heroin] by Sir Paul McCartney.
- Want 2 run out of gas along I-10 b4 I even hit Palm Springs on the way home.
- Want 2 enjoy a 'religious experience' with hipsters that I randomly meet during the wknd."

More thoughts of mine regarding Coachella that have developed since this last blogpost:

- Sad nd shocked that my former friend Amy dropped out of the lineup. Shes usually so professional.

- Glad that the no-longer-preggy M.I.A. will b there instead. Miss her. Saw her last June in some random east coast city. Couldnt tell she was pregnant back then. Im pretty sure she was rly stoned. I wonder if she still smokes as much weed now that she has a lil AltBaby.

- Intrigued that 1 of the main sponsors 4 Coachella is Heineken Music. Didnt know that Heineken Beer Co had a music dept. Someday I wish 2 b the first artists signed by Heineken Beer Records. Pretty sure Ill have 2 b drinking a Heineken in evry music vid/promotional shoot/at evry concert on stage. Dont rly like Heineken, so maybe I wont do this. I think id rather b signed to Crystalmeth Records. Id b totally happy 2 promote that juicy goodness.

- Hoping that Steve Aoki nd the whole Dim Mak crew doesnt h8 me when Im hanging out at his pool party on Saturday. He didnt rly seem to warm up to me that much last time we met at that CobraSnake yard sale.

Share ur Coachella Eve thoughts with the whole lil L.A. Nouveau community.

Leave a comment about ur fave Coachella artist/least fave/what artist u plan on dying of dehydration during.

Bitch b at Coachella 2morrow,

José

If U Aint Here 2 Party, then...

LA partygoers r the funniest/coolest/weirdest/biggestFreaks/zombies/______________ (insert word of madness) ever.

Now partying goes down in nearly evry city or hardly-urban locale in the Wrld.
From Paris to Panama City, from Pittsburgh to Prince Edwrd's Island, partygoers r always figuring out ways to party.
Nd usually, let's not kid ourselves, they are the same ways. Evry time.
It involves a good deal of booze, maybe some RedBulls/RockStarRage/MonsterForceUltraEnergy10hrsXDrink/Vicodin, some music to get u moving, and a dirty place to get down.

The party scene, of course, gets better nd more wild in better nd more wild cities.

akaNYC. Where a night at Webster Hall can lead to a health hazardous night doing coke with ur fave B-list Bway star at the 205 Club, even tho u were desperate to go 2 Marquee but u knew u wouldn't get in the door.

akaSpokane,Washington. Where a day spent doing shrooms in the mountains will lead u 2 see some AltCoreIndie band play at The Knitting Factory, only to drown urself in sorrows at the martini bar down the street.

But nowhere is the party scene quite like it is in LosAngeles,California.
Not implying that its not sometimes bettr elsewhere (oh Paris, don't get all jealous on me like that).
But nowhere else do u have all the options that u do in L.A.
Nd nowhere else is there such PartyHype and PartyObsession as there is in L.A., which is constantly proved with the numbr of growing "CobraSnake" nd "LastNight'sParty" photoblogs on the interweb.
Nd speaking of which, enjoy some PartyPics courtesy of none othr than José.



Nd nowhere else r the PartyGoers so diverse, ranging from and beyond:
///Hipsters/Blipsters/2pacWorshippers//HotModels/MainstreamChicks/Celebs//CinaNerds/Gays/UltraGheys//AltBros/IndieLovrs/DeathXCoreFanatics//Thesbians/Lesbians/CuntyMoms///

Nd most importantly, nowhere seems to be the same sense of PartyFreedom as there is in L.A.

Cuz a night/day/26hrsLaterStillGoingStrong of partying in L.A. could mean:

- Buying some dank weed from ur neighbor who goes to a Medical Club evry morning b4 he hits the gym, smoking some fine specimen with ur frnds, playing some trip-hop tunes while sippng on some fine wine, as the smoke fills the room with a glow that looks a lot like the smoggy nighttime sky.

- Taking a cab to Hollywood for $30, flask in hand, high heels in the other, stumbling across the future site of Hilary Duff's star on the WalkofFame, entering a club who's nooks feel more like a maze as u navigate the proximity of the dancefloor 2 the bathroom so u know where ppl r doing blow in case u want 2 partake.

- Going to UniversityPark aka USC after gameday, finding 2 hot drunk girls who will get u into all the frat houses even tho u graduated 6 yrs ago, being the IceLuge champ of the evening, schooling some Freshman PoliSci major at beer pong while u drunkenly discuss how the proper name 4 the game is Beirut.

- Meeting up with ur 2 guy frnds, Esmeraldo nd Okkebo, ur 1 girl frnd, Natalie, nd ur 2 non-gendr specific friends, Patricia Estevan nd Lord Matayis, to smoke some high-quality meth b4 using ur 1 DJ-frnd connection 2 get u into that warehouse party off of Olympic Blvd, only 2 find out that the warehouse was never unlocked 4 the potential rager, thus resorting 2 a KillerDJfest in the parking lot.

- Sipping champagne and VodkaPoms with ur best frnd nd his new gf, who happens to have starred on The Hills, hopping in the limo that's parked outside his apartmnt, arriving VIP at a Mr.Oizo/Justice DJ Set/BareNakedLadies tribute band show that starts 3 hrs late and doesn't end til 4, grabbng burgers nd shakes with the BNLtribute band afterwards.

Nd the possibilites go way beyond those.

But whilein some cities there's a limited amount of "scenes," there is an infintesimal numbr of scenes in L.A., to the point that they often bcum infused and consumed 2gether.
This is why only in L.A. will u get scenarios like Uffie+CutChemist+Shwayze(???)+SteveAoki benefit shows that r attended by tons of hipsters, TilaTequila, ghetto fab girls, TheCobraSnake, nd Margaret Cho, 2 name a few.

Cant help but put 1 more LAPartyPic up after that homage to Steve Aoki (credit Cobrasnake):


This is why partying in L.A. is, frankly, the shit. The bomb. The creme de la creme.
It's fking legit.

Bitch ur days nd nights away,
José

Wanted: A proPhotographer to stalk my life

My epic life needs a professional photographer.
Since filming my televsion show-esque life would be way too mainstream and far too MTV-cloned, photo-documenting the insanity, beauty, and etc. of my life is surely the way to go.

For yrs as an awkward teen, I carried my little Canon PwrShot around like so many othrs, taking photos every 30 seconds of another awkward couch pic or awkward dance shot...
- Snapping yet anothr pic of the same exact tweens sitting the exact same way...
- Documenting yet anothr walk into town after 9th grade english got let out...
- Freakng the fk out when the camera would run out of battery just as TweenBoy1 and TweenGirl2 were about to dance togethr...
- Filling FB album after FB album of the same pixxx from yet anothr bland day of life...


Yet all of these low-to-fair-quality photos have taken me and everyone else pretty much nowhere, cuz the pictures are just A. corny, and second of all, lameAsHell, cuz, well, life was LameAsHell.

But now, my frnds, life isnt really that lame anymore. In fact, it's pretty fking interesting. And it deserves to be documented in an equally beautiful way.
Which is why after borrowing my friend's super nice camera to document the smoke-teeming Los Angeles yesterday, I have realized this:
I NEED A SUPER NICE CAMERA. BAD.

AND I NEED A PROFESSIONAL PHOTOGRAPHER TO FOLLOW ME AROUND AND TAKE PICTURES OF THE LIFE AROUND ME.

- I'd hire TheCobraSnake, but last i checked he was spending majority of his time in Canada. (MRRR?!?!)

- I'd hire Sam Lutfi and his paparazzi friends, but his last client didn't work out too well...

- I'd hire my photo-taking frnd from back east, but Chicago to LA is a tough daily commute.

- I'd hire the best frnd SarahKah, but she needs to get into FIDM first.

- I'd hire Megan Fox, but I'd be wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too distracted to live out my normal life.

U know what, screw it, i'll take the pictures myself. They won't be as great as a professional's. But i'll take one for the team.

AKA I have NO MONEY to hire anyone to take pixxx of me/mylife/theWrld. and i cannot afford to decline into further debt.

In closing:
A song.
That I love the hell out of right now.
If u don't know M83, then know him, and know them quickly, before I decide to stop knowing you.

I plan on posting a few of their epic songs ovr the next few days.
But today, I'll start with my favorite.
The song is titled: Kim & Jessie.
The song makes u want to be in love, walk down the street feeling in love, and smile to the world that u love something.

Enjoy this song, enjoy your sunday/monday/whenever u might be reading this.

"And one day, just like that, she ceased to bitch all together.",
José

stuff that's EPIC.

so here we are again, round three in one day.  i'm becoming obsessed.

and here's who i blame:

- Sarah Keimig

- My Hipster fascination

- Diet Coke

- Running on 3 1/2 hrs of sleep

Now let's move on. 

Cuz this post is about the stuff that i currently define as EPIC.

So congratulations to the following:

Mark Hunter.akaCobrasnake

aka stillBestNightofmyLife

this kid -> aka mMethh.

cuz once again i have seemed to lose Me to Meth.  oh god damn, this happens far too often lately.

the environment.

clean energy.

sustainable energy.

with this i bid thee farewell, bcuz its wednesday, and although i have a midterm tmrw, herb prioritizes above all else. yarg.

Bitch betch botch,

José