Breakfast of Champions poll 2
Hello Friendly Person:
The turkey’s cooked, eaten, digested and coming out the other end, and the Space Cowboys are in hella Breakfast of Champions planning mode. As usual we’ve got a million and one things on our to-do list, and we’ve got less bandwidth than a Everest sherpa using dial-up. Also as usual, we’ve been getting a million requests from our friends and family for DJ slots at the party. BOC runs all day, so we’re lucky enough to be able to get a lot of yours and our favorites on the decks, but try as we might we’ve never able to give everyone a chance to rock the party.
This year we decided to do something different. Inspired in equal parts by Nightvibe’s Dream Team poll and by the glorious results of the last election, we’ve decided what Breakfast of Champions needs is a little Democracy! We’re still booking all your favorite Space Cowboy DJs, and a bunch of our friends to boot, BUT we’ve found ourselves with an open slot or two, and instead of auctioning them off on Ebay (maybe next year) we’ve decided that YOU should decide who gets to play!
Go to the url below and vote for your favorite guest DJ for Breakfast of Champions, and see the winner or winners will on 1/1/double-oh-7. Current lineup includes Brad Robinson, Mancub, Kaptn Kirk, The Geometrist, Ernie Trevino, Aaron Jae, Evinrude, Pure Evil, Murphstar, Aaron Pope, Shooey, Moody Eva, Shissla, special secret guests, and of course, yours truly, 8ball.
Note: if you don’t see someone’s name and you want to get it added, just gather 100 signatures/emails, a liter of Grey Goose vodka, a six pack of Budweiser, a six pack of Tecati, a bag of Doritos, a 1/2 pint of Belgium chocolate pudding and $500 and send them to Andrea (andrea at spacecowboys.org)
XO,
8ball at spacecowboys.org
PS:
Speaking of Nitevibe’s DJ Dreamteam poll, if you’re someone who’s inclined to add your opinion to a popularity contest, please take note of the various Space Cowboy DJ names on the ballot—8ball, Aaron Jae, Brad Robinson, Evinrude, Kaptn Kirk, Mancub, and Pure Evil. You only get 5 votes so you’ll have to vote twice or more to really spread the love.
http://www.nitevibe.com/dt06/page1.asp
Trip to Phan - and other journeys with the Space Cowboys
Driving through or past downtown Oakland some of you may have noticed the prominent ASK sign on the top of the skyline. It looks like Ask Jeeves, but the Jeeves is missing. They sent Jeeves packing and are apparently now on their own in the Asking department. Unfortunately for Ask, they don't have a chance in the search engine market to infiltrate the catchy lingo so common to our dot.com capital. Googling has become as common a verb in the bay area as Barting. Google is taking over the world, but Ask.com plugs along as part of the engine that could with their little family of Excite, Evite, & iWon.coms. Asking is never going to be synonymous with searching the internet. Everyone googles themselves, it just isn't as fun to ask yourself.
Googling what to do this holiday season???
xx
Andrea
Decompression Missed Connections
I'll forgo this installment of the Space Cowboy's announcement, in order to share with you an important letter from Space Cowboy's Loinquest. Just a quick mention, that in addition to the stuff going on this Friday at Mighty and Levende, Space Cowboy DJs will be playing with Angels of Bass at Shine this Saturday for a special Halloween event, and details for all are below. And now, Loin's letter begins...
"An open letter to the dudes who played tonsil-hockey with me at Decompression:
First, I hope you are well. Both of you. If there were more than two, I hope the rest of you are also well. Also, I apologize for the public, impersonal format of this communication, but I seem to have forgotten your name. Or rather, names. Did we swap names, I mean, I know we swapped spit, but maybe we skipped the whole, names thing. I forget. And to be honest, I also can't remember making out with you. I only know it happened because I have some really good friends who been only too happy to remind me. Yes, lest a moment should pass without me being fully aware of my, or should I say OUR, moment of P.D.A., my friends called the day after Decompression to taunt me about the guy I was making out with by the keg. What great friends! Anyway dudes, I just want to say thanks for an experience that would've been memorable if I hadn't been so drunk. Of course if I'd been sober, it probably wouldn't have happened to begin with because, chances are, you're not my type. Either of you. But let's just keep that mystery. And next time we're standing around the keg together, we can just pretend we don't know each other. You don't even need to give me back my gum.
Sincerely,
Loinquest"
