Uh oh, someone didn’t eat their Subway. See you in 2014, Bob
#Seahawks #HTTR #skins #nfl #SeavsWsh #Redskins #Seattle #DC
NOV 17th is going to be a Problem!! rest up now, drink plenty of fluids. @tittsworth Rez, Dez, 814ofcouse and myself are going in at Uhall. I feel sorry for your Sunday morning. #ZebraBitch #DC #Moombahton #nofilter #tits #edm
I always saved a Chuck Brown for last when the lights came on and everyone in the club would leave with a smile on their face RIP #ChuckBrown #DC #gogo (Taken with instagram)
Holy Bacon Party, it’s back! The Moombacon Massive is going down Sunday January 15th (MLK Sunday) This time with 30 Fucking pounds of bacon, Fried Chicken, Ribs, and condoms for you filthy sailors. ALL FREE ALL NIGHT!
U Hell is this Saturday at Uhall. Bunch of DJ’s including my favorite cellmates, Quincy & Cian. Going to be a lot of high fives given out.
FACEBOOK EVENT PAGE FOR ALL THE DETS INCLUDING COSTUME CONTEST SHIT.
Tonight is for the Moombahton Heads downstairs at Rock & Roll Hotel. Show is FREE ALL NIGHT
This Friday marks the first installment of Reed Rothchild’s Official Takeover of Rock & Roll Hotel and the Clockwork party! He’s got mad guests comin’ through like my homies Uncle Jesse, Starks and Nacey, and this dude, Jon Kwest. To get you ready for this shit show, I’ve got a free EP for you, “Footwork Vol. 1”. If you like Jon Kwest, James Blake, or just good music in general, jump over here to see what it’s all about!
Thanks Facebook, for reminding me that this picture went down about 2 years ago…. That is a sweet ass though.
You know Reed Rothchild’s in the house if you smell the smoky deliciousness of freshly cooked bacon wafting in the air. Yeeeeeahhhh buddy! It’s always time for bacon when Reed Rothchild is around. He loves bacon so much that he comes equipped to each of his shows with a bag of delicious bacon, or what he’s now dubbed as Rave Bacon. Now tell me, how many DJs do you know who will feed you a tasty breakfast side dish while you rage to his tunes? I only know of one. The Baconator himself, Reed Rothchild.
Rothchild is one of the most fun and diverse DJs I’ve seen in the DC area. He literally plays EVERYTHING. No matter where he plays, whether it’s at Starscape, Mega, or any other Steez Promo rave, you’ll hear a nice mix of moombahton, electro, hip-hop, and Baltimore club. He’s all over the place, in a good way. He’ll keep you interested all night and he actually looks like he has fun doing it. The energy transfers very well. One of my favorite events he throws is his bi-monthly party, Reed vs. Reed, at Little Miss Whiskeys in DC, where he teams up with Obeyah for an all-night jam session of drunken debauchery. Little Miss Whiskeys crafts up this deceptively tasty creeper house drink that’ll put you on that next level. Combine that with Rothchild’s expert selecting and you really have a night you couldn’t forget even if you wanted to.
On that note, this Sunday we’ll be celebrating a magical holiday also known as Reed Rothchild’s Birthday. He’s made it to see thirty years on this here Planet Earth all while keeping that boyish figure. I dunno how he does it but it might have something to do with the breakfast mafia so I don’t ask questions. Either way, he’ll be throwing a birthday rager at Rock & Roll Hotel in DC called Moombacon Massive. (See what he did there?) The party starts at 8PM and if you get there early, you can even join him in a Feast of the Godz featuring fried chicken and bacon. If that doesn’t give you a heart attack, check out this killer line-up of DJs - Baltimore club legend Scottie B, King Tutt, James Nasty, Uncle Jesse, DJ Smudge, Keenan, Denman, and the birthday boy himself. One look at the line-up and amenities and it feels more like a gift to us than it is to him but I think he really gets off on watching people get gluttonous in the club. I’m not mad at that. Party on, Garth.
Fun Bonus Fact: Moombacon Massive also serves as a celebration of the re-launch of his notoriously hilarious corner of the World Wide Web, Head of Rothchild. HOR serves as a bacon-centric hub of disgustingly delicious recipes, sophisticated critiques of shitty MySpace rappers, and all that other weird Internet shit. HOR is gut-wrenching on the regular, either from constant uproarious laughter or the thought that your insides might explode if you ate anything he cooks up, like The Dog Child (WHAT IS THAT?!). But now he’s taking one step closer towards world domination by adding a rack of like-minded individuals who are eager to contribute to the Power of Pork. And your girl might could be involved in that. ;)
So in the interest of really getting to know The Baconator, I hassled The Man for a little bit of information. This is me sharing the wealth. Below, we talk about Baltimore club, bacon, and what we can do to prepare ourselves for Sunday’s Moombacon Massive.
SUNDAY, SEPT 4TH ROCK & ROLL HOTEL Come out and eat a ton of bacon while some of the most BUCK Dj’s in the area help you somewhat work it off. Also, celebrating the fact I actually made it to 30 years old and kicking off the new look, new staff, new everything with the HEADofROTHCHILD.com Blog. FREE all god damn night + FREE Bacon, FREE Fried Chicken, and FREE condoms (gotta take care of the sailors too)
This past Friday night, Steez Promo hosted the second installment of MEGA, a super massive rave held at Ibiza in DC. Almost three thousand party people came through this month and these dudes did a great job of holdin’ errybody down:
That’s Reed Rothchild’s BacOn Face.
Oh. My. Heavens. Can we talk about the goddess of NBC for a minute? For over 20 years I’ve had a crush on the lovely Doreen Gentzler. I’m 29, turning 30 in September so technically she’s probably my first crush aside from the Newport cigarettes ad lady in National Geographic Magazine from 1986. The past couple months I started getting my fat ass back into the gym but would get bored doing cardio because there was never anything on TV. Recently, I decided to go a little earlier around 6:30 when Doreen comes on. I use the oliptical on the far right where a 32 inch TV is right in my face. For 30 minutes I’m in aw watching the Gentz tell the news flawlessly. Can’t hear a fucking word she’s saying but I’m sure it sounds like a harp. Only time I get upset is when they pan over to that fuck Jim Handly. Guess they gotta throw that Chuck Woolery wannabe a bone once in a while. Since I’ve incorporated Doreen into my cardio warm up, I’ve lost 12 pounds. Thinking about going to kinkos and getting this picture blown up to hang on the wall by the abs machine for added motivation. This isn’t creepy at all right? guys? wh… where are you going, come back..