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TAKAKAO TAKESHI

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About Me


Hello there. I have no time. I make abstract orchestral / electronic music. I also write, arrange, and produce pop songs. I make mashups in the coffeeshop. I'm constantly playing music for people, DJing at concerts and barbecues and toy stores and sushi bars and costume parties. Hey... I played the Allstate Arena last year for Mana, the biggest Mexican rock band in history. Suck on that, and whoo effing hoo. I hang fine art and move heavy things around. I enjoy gambling a great deal. Scrabble, three card, the races, arm wrestling... you name it. I win more often than I lose. I'm the best Goddamned DJ in the World, and I'm neither an alcoholic nor a cokehead. Yay for me!
What else? Oh yes! I like girls too much, which is saying rather a lot, but I rarely pursue them. There was a time when I was more inclined to do so, but lately I've been too caught up in this business of making this Universe of ours a better place. I was a bastard at one time, but somehow managed to prove all of my ex-girlfriends wrong by magically curing myself (they were all crazy and self-destructive to begin with, and, perhaps coincidentally, most of them were oversexed starting when they were very young, but that's another story completely). I talk more than I should, I am incredibly misomaniacal, and I bite my nails. I smoke, drink, and frequently curse at everything ranging from hipsters I dislike to the most harmless of inanimate objects. I deplore bad spellers. I am still a Hell of a guy, though.
Basically, I'm a carrot. If you've ever read the story "Cordle to Onion to Carrot" by Robert Sheckley, you'll know what I mean. There's more to me than that, fortunately, but space limitations prevent me from illustrating this point in greater detail, or, for that matter, in the least. That is all I have to say for now. Thank you for your time. Oh yeah... if you'd like to check out my noise, go here .

My Interests

I'd like to meet:



People with understated refinedness. Misanthropes. Con artists. Unapologetic assholes. Imbecilic do-gooders. Polyamorous wastes of breath. And everyone else, almost.

My Blog


   Uh... no.

Help me, Rhonda... help me get her out of her misery.
Posted by on Mon, 08 Mar 2004 17:27:00 GMT


   David Grace, steerfucker.

Dur... one-uh ewes wanna git hitched er sumthin'?
Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2004 22:49:00 GMT


   Maybe I should teach a yoga class.

I wish acid didn't make me incontinent. Wait a second! These aren't tiny people!
Posted by on Fri, 20 Feb 2004 01:09:00 GMT


   Psst! Don't forget to show Mindy what I taught you, son.

What's that, Pops? The cognac pheasant marinade?
Posted by on Fri, 20 Feb 2004 01:01:00 GMT


   That's a relief.

Now join them.
Posted by on Fri, 20 Feb 2004 00:47:00 GMT