Dangerously Beautiful

Already a week has passed, but here’s how it went down on the last day…

The pictures are in chronological order, so the story is there for all to see (!).

Ok….Sound check, checked out this 4 man DJ crew, caught some grub in the form of bandeja paisa, in a small loungey area with real cool vibe caught these kids holding it down with their small batch of toys and then….

Went to the main stage, got it on and crackin (hopefully I can steal someone else’s pictures that detail this further) and then hung out with my friends from Kafeina. After the festival, I went back to Kafeina’s studio and we put in work. More from that later. For now, check out one of their videos:

More from Medelink:

the low-down soon cometh!

My mother should be proud: I have come to Medellin, Colombia and been blessed with my Japanese name. Enter Yuko:

Yuko is from Tokyo, Japan. She’s here chilling with the Arepaz crew for our performance today and tomorrow. Yuko means “BIG HEART” in Kanji (those Japanese symbols kid, up your knowledge).

Yuko’s face is a camera because she’s not down to be in front of the camera (she’s a photographer AND a sweets maker).

I told her she’s not doing much to help stereotypes, but that meant nothing to her. Thus, the following are my attempts to catch her off guard.

We were trying to come up with my name in Kanji and finally decided on Yutaka. Yutaka, from what she could translate, means a life in sync; unison amongst mind, heart and soul (and dropping the dope beats from Medellin to Tokyo as well).

Be on the lookout for the Yuko vs. Yutaka battle during Tokyo’s Golden week. Yes, indeed, I’ll be in the place to be (tentatively).

This was updated on stage at Medelink.  I am outside, in a huuugggeeee botanical garden, sound-checking my show and updating my blog.  This Internet thing is catching on.

<3 Gore

Obviously I’m overcompensating with the pics so that you don’t notice my lack of narrative.  I could go into detail about frantically searching for my passport and finding it only hours before boarding time, sleeping through take-off because of not sleeping for over 25hrs perviously, watching people getting hemmed up  at immigration once I landed in Rio Negro, the scenic route to the hotel, the fillet mignon for roughly $7 USD, preparing for my live set on Friday and DJ set on Saturday (Medelink, peep game), but…I’ve already said too much.

On a side note, I am mastering this blog art of alluding to things YOU don’t know about, but keeping it an inside thing between me and……well, me.

chao

-el champeon