Heeeey Shanghai,



Whoa buddy. Oh my! Oh my, my, my .....

This little piece of hilarity is clearly a "Before" shot, and alas it's up to our imagination to produce the "After" shot.

I picture the same gentleman shrugging sheepishly, perhaps holding aloft an empty wallet. Maybe his landlord is in the background, with an eviction notice and an angry scowl on her continence.

I don't know who this dude is, but good lord that's a lot of tickets, and even though it's utterly, utterly hilarious, you've got to feel sorry for the guy. When the laughter subsides, a dull ache enters the pit of your belly -- the dull ache of human sympathy.

Honestly, though, lots of people are NOW coming out of the woodworks and saying that people who bought tickets are stupid, but when the whole thing was going down everybody -- everybody -- was fooled. At least a little. And don't try to deny it.

I was talking to everyone from all over the place and people with years and years of experience in clubs, promotions, whatever -- no one was willing to completely write the thing off. All sorts of people were calling all over the place, trying to figure out what was going on and no one was coming up with anything. Everyone had extreme doubts, but there was always a slight, slight chance that it could happen. It was the weekend, and then Monday morning, and you couldn't get anyone from Europe on the phone either. Who's got Daft Punk's cell phone? You? It's easier to call J.D. Salinger up.

And so of course the vast majority of people were suspicious but bought tickets anyways because they really like the group and wanted to take the chance. They bet their money on the small, small chance that it might be true. No harm in that, I suppose. Except paying 500rmb to see Daft Punk is completely nuts town.

If I was in the same situation with say ... Supertrap. I'd really have to think about it.

Oh, and I can hear you now ... Oh Admiral, did you get a ticket?

Fuck NO. You think I'm stupid?

Fuck no, people. FUCK NO, I didn't get a ticket.

But my favourite bit of the whole thing is if you look at the tickets, the start time on there is simply and innocuously stated as "10pm." The two guys must have had a really good laugh when they pulled that number out of the air when they were doing flyers. Like, "hmm when is this Daft Punk concert 'starting' ? Let's see ... how about -- I don't know -- 10pm! .... Seems reasonable."

Parties: well, Friday night everyone -- Daft Fucked or not -- is going to The Shelter to laugh and cry with each other for Bananas. Expect a mad house and hordes of irate Frenchies, who -- lets face it - don't have all that much money to begin with. J'ai desole, mais, c' est vrai. The Glimmers are at Bonbon, Acid Ponies at MAO, and Disco Disco at Volar.

Saturday: is Valentine's Day, and there are more parties in Shanghai going on than there are people to go to them. Love Boat at Three on the Bund or Free Flow Champagne at VUE bar for the high class, Live Love at MOCA and Antidote at The Shelter for electronic nerds ... and .... just click here for the Valentine's listings. Don't forget though, Windows Too will be expecting you at around 4am-ish.



I'm sick with this. Straight gangsta mack.
But sometimes I get ridiculous.




Da Admiral




Quote of the Week » "Get mad, then get over it." - Colin Powell

Bananas

Bananas hosts the official afterparty to the unofficial Daft Punk party. Mash up on the system, and Daft Punk in France. Or LA. Or wherever they live. Your DF ticket gets free entrance before 11 Show Flyer »

The Glimmers

Godskitchen presents The Glimmers --the Belgian mashup duo behind Eskimo Records and those bizarre parties in the underwear factory. Cover: 100rmb for gals, 150 rmb guys, includes open bar. Starts 10pm. Show Flyer »

Live Love

Art Lab at MOCA welcomes a packed lineup of DJs and live artists for a Valentine's Day Love in. Cover: 50rmb. Starts 9pm. DJ Rodrigo Lepera (Brazil), Dr Bastard (UK), DJ Golding (UK), Playmostrass (France), and more. Show Flyer »

Valentine's Champagne Party

Vue Bar in Hyatt on the Bund has your ritzy Valentine's Day bash with live music, DJ Pinstripe Brown, and free flow champagne 9pm until midnight. Show Flyer »

A captain in the foreign legion was transferred to a desert outpost. On his orientation tour he noticed a very old, seedy looking camel tied out back of the enlisted men's barracks. He asked the sergeant leading the tour, "What's the camel for?" The sergeant replied, "Well sir, it's a long way from anywhere, and the men have natural sexual urges, so when they do, we have the camel." The captain said, "Well, if it's good for morale, then I guess it's all right with me." After he had been at the fort for about 6 months, the captain could not stand it anymore, so he told his sergeant, "BRING IN THE CAMEL!!!" The Sarge shrugged his shoulders and led the camel into the captain's quarters. The captain got a foot stool and proceeded to have vigorous sex with the camel. As he stepped, satisfied, down from the stool and was buttoning his pants he asked the sergeant, "Is that how the enlisted men do it?"

The sergeant replied, "Well sir, they usually just use it to ride into town."