As many of you may know, Jerry had a tattoo of a MIDI jack on the back of each of his arms. Shortly after he passed away, a bunch of us decided we wanted the same tattoos as a tribute to our dear buddy and we actually managed to track down the amazingly generous Miles at 3 Kings who did Jerry’s in hopes of copying the exact design that he had. However, the day before we were all supposed to go, Alex found Jerry’s original sketch for the idea which I vaguely recall him doodling in the van on The Juan Maclean US tour in Fall 2008 after the totally fabricated Albuquerque Incident. So some of us went for Jerry’s sketch while others went for the design that Jerry actually ended up getting. Either way, Jerry would be totally embarrassed by all this…

Me.

Justin.

DJ.

Mike.

Scott.

Nancy.

Al.

James.

Matt.

Pat.

Juan.

Coley.

Carl.

On December 30th, 2005, The Juan Maclean played one of the final great Motherfucker parties at Avalon in NYC. Knowing it was Jerry’s birthday, Justine arranged to surprise him with a cake. As you can see, he was kind of embarrassed by the whole thing. I fondly remember this show as one of our best, and perhaps my personal favorite with Nick Atocha playing roto-toms on “Tito’s Way,” Phil and James joining us on vocals for “Give Me Every Little Thing” and Tim trading theremin solos with Eric B on “Shining Skin Friend.” An epic night.

This clip is an excerpt from the yet to be released documentary Motherfucker: A Movie. Sincerest thanks to David Casey, Mark and Zach of Ghost Robot and Brad Roszell of homeTown collaboraTions for going through the trouble of finding this footage and making it available to us.

Happy Birthday Jerry. We miss you dearly.

“Ye. C’mon.”

“Business.”

We’ve been getting this a lot lately, and our general reply has been, “Chill. It’s a cassette. Cassette’s kinda sound like shit. Embrace it.” Well, yesterday Alex and I gave it a listen and low and behold the whole mix is totally out of phase. If you’re not someone with a passing knowledge of audio engineering this is basically nerd speak for “really, really, really bad.” You read correctly; two snobs who go on and on about playing vinyl, using analog gear, the lost art of making records with great care, blah, blah, blah, weren’t paying attention and uploaded an out of phase mix. Pretty embarrassing.

BUT, we fixed it and it is now available for download on the excellent DFA Radio Mixes site where it will live forever. So if you missed it when we uploaded it the other day, your virgin ears get to hear it for the first time as we intended. If you downloaded it here or elsewhere in the past few days we kindly ask you to delete it and replace it with this new version. Do us a favor. Please?

Thanks,
HG!

I know we say that a lot, but we swear it’s true. There are pictures to prove it here.

…as performed by the worst high school orchestra ever. This is a treat.

So cool. My sister got me this one for Christmas…

Download the mixtape here.

So, a couple weeks ago a bunch of us rallied around our dear friend Justine and attended the Paper Magazine Nightlife Awards where she was nominated for “best DJ.” Paper made the mistake of giving us all lots of free vodka and James decided that if Ms. Delaney didn’t win he was going “pull a Kanye.” Well, after many drinks we all kind of lost track of what was going on and James stormed the stage when Justine didn’t win in a category she wasn’t even a nominee. It was awesome and funny. Then when Justine’s actual category was announced and she didn’t win, he got back up again and some lady dressed in duct tape stole his mic and the biggest douchebag in New York called him a doucebag. That was very funny and, luckily, caught on tape. The sunglasses really sell it.

“Justine D had the best year EVER!”

…of Part of the Weekend Never Dies, Jerry, with trademark modesty, talks about his time traveling with the lovely guys from Soulwax.