About two years ago I mentioned that I had a super-talented gogo-dancer who had a song called "Paparazzi."  I encouranged all nine of my loyal readers to get into her.  That record went platinum.

On my super-secret, personal-thoughts-only-blog where I only write things I would email to the nine of you I have only mentioned the name LG once.  This is the only time I will write about Sandflower Dyson.

My new singer is brilliant.  She had an incandescent voice and I only met her because I was working in a club where the DJ played one of my songs and I grumbled, "Ugh, I wrote this song and I still work here."

She was a waitress there that night and she said, "I saw her in Miami last year."

"At [the party]?  I was the DJ."

This week we've been in the studio, steaming and ironing out our first tracks together.  She's amazing.

Angus texted me, "Can I come by the studio and photo the sessions?  I grew up in the studio and I know how to shoot it right."

He came by and took some photos.  I guess I really didn't think it was a historic occasion until he told me it was.  He took photos at the microphone, at the drum machine.  He took photos of me laying out the beat on a strong box with drum sticks.

One of the luckiest things about my life is that I am best friends with the singer and drummer of my favorite band.  They had an opening and if I could play bass better I'd probably be a member by now.

I took Sandflower to Justin's loft on S11th in Williamburg.  I joked, "When I moved back to Brooklyn I was your nemesis because I lived on N11th and Bedford."

I should also add that I am drinking Early Times Mint Julep-Flavored Whiskey.  I was wrong.  It's not as refreshing as a cup of mouth wash.  It's kind of awesome if you've been at parties all night and need to blog in your backyard while you have a smoke.

Justin texted, "I'll show your new girl the vocal warm up that Cyndi Lauper taught me backstage at the LG Terminal 5 show.  Bring whiskey."

For no reason that I can think of, some record company deposited $391 in my account that night.  I went to the liquor store on my block where they always ask, "How's your girlfriend [Annie]?"  I bought a bottle of Elijah Craig Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey and steamed the label off.  I replaced the label with a back-of-the-bottle portrait of me having breakfast in my underwear in college in England.

-"DJ! DJ play some Beyonce/Lead me to the party like Virgil on Dante."

And Justin said, "There's a line I've always wanted to use.  I think that in hip hop and with pop DJ's the best ones always bring the danger.  I've always wanted a song that uses that line."

First of all, I spent that whole day listening to KRS-One's "Rappaz R N Dainja." so I was ready for this.  But I don't mention that behind the baby-grand piano of my BFF.

I'm never this good on my feet.  I have a link on my site which reads, "Comebacks I thought of later."  But genius breeds genius. It's sexually transmitted.

I said, "So you need a line like 'I've got a club banger that brings the real-danger/but that's for me--I was born in a manger."

Justin has an infectious personality like Snoop.  I saw the video of that night and was like, "Am I lisping?  I've got to get my teeth fixed if I really talk like that."

Justin stood there, stunned (yesssss!) and said, "That's flawless."

-"I wish I had big eyes like you do."

"Yeah, Justin's?  He's sponsored by MAC cosmetics for a reason.  If you want any freebies--check that bag."

"No.  You.  Your eyes are amazing.  I wish I had eyes like yours.  Were you always tall?  Or did it come with the outfit?"

Whoa, wait.  Me?  Shut up.  Seriously.  Shut your mouth, bitch.  I'm not good at taking compliments.

Okay now: go on?

-The studio engineer is my friend Fionn.  We were walking to get a coffee and I think he's going through the same thing I am right now.  He's 30-something (8?) and survived fatal-cancer.  He looks like he's straight outta high school.

I hired him at The Modern when I worked there and everyone said, "Who's this new kid you hired?  That punk better be good."  We were walking to coffee and he said, "It's only been in the past four months that I realized how insanely talented I am.  I mean, I only play every instrument and I have a voice like a siren.  Also, I look like I'm 23."

I love Fionn.

He has a home-studio the way Oprah has a home-office.  It's better than the things I've worked on in LA.

I brought the drum-loop I wanted to work on.  Sandflower said, "What's the melody?"

"I suck at writing melodies. So I just don't."

"What key are we working in?"

"I'm not tone-deaf, but I don't really know.  I know when a song goes right, though.  I just can't always tell when it goes wrong. I've been in nightlife for 7 years and I just know which songs I like to play."

-At Justin's we banged it out on his baby grand.  It was so much fun and we had a full-bottle of bourbon.  At the end of the night I had broken my nose (again) and Justin demanded that I give him my Vespa keys and take a cab.  I had no cash on me and I'm not certain how I made it home.  At the end that bottle of whiskey was no longer covering my torso, and you could see what terrible underwear my mom bought me at Target in college.

-When I woke up today  thought, "That's a record."