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so i looked for what the original was cuz no way did 31 flavors say

“you know what, we need a song for our ice cream cakes – you know, the things that we really pull in a big profit with.”

and then someone came in with a song that goes “ice cream and cake and cake…”

so i looked through youtubes and learned that the original is by a group called the Buckwheat Boyz

and i found this homemade version of the video

and it made me wanna eat ice cream

and cake and cake.

then i found this one which was even better

it will be the first check that i put a good chunk of in the bank. im saving up for a nice camera.

but like a really nice camera.

because i get to go to some wildly sweet places with some wildly sweet people. and i should do better for you, busblog readers.

if in the end it turns into better photos for my glorious employer, then great. in fact it probably will. but i want this picture on the left to be the worst picture i take in 2010.

because secretly i love photos and photography so much.

why has there not been any olde school photo galleries like in olden times? i’ll tell you why, because something happened after i dropped my canon s45 – i have yet to really love a camera.

i got an s50 after that, but it was so blah. none of the magic of the 45.

then i got like the g5 and that was blah too. the rebel was better but not magical.

not long ago i got the g7 and i was so disappointed in that that i sold it to a friend almost right away and got the leica that i have now.

and you saw my sunset junction pics. nothing. horrible.

i think it knows my displeasure because it was so much better yesterday at wolfmother than its been in a while, but it might be because the lighting was better in there because they were filming it.

as much as id like the mark II i think im going to get a nikon for a grand and then spend another grand on lenses. so if i save up every pay check for a few months i should have something better for all of you by christmas.

if im ever to be remembered for anything i would hope that it would be for amazing pictures. no lie.

today i had lamb on a stick. they have these farmers markets on thursdays on the lawn of city hall. and i was all, this is so weird. like how much meat could there really be in a lamb.

later in the day someone from the ucsb alumni association asked me if i would write a letter to the governor because of all the cuts in education thats going on.

i dont think the letter was for me me because they called me Anthony. so i think it was for everyone in the college.

and i was all, this is so weird. cuz if they dont even know me, then what makes them think that the governor will give a crap.

but if i did write the governor, id say dear governor of california.

everything that ive learned, everything that ive done, and every super tight relationship that ive had is either directly or slightly tangentially indirectly because of the college of creative studies at ucsb, or the daily nexus.

if youre going to screw over anyone, screw over berkeley.

go gauchos.

of hosting a social media panel discussion in front of our OC advertisers, i got a quick lunch in Inglewood and headed to Hollywood to cover the return of Wolfmother.

if theres one thing that disappoints me about Generation Y (and Gen Z if thats an actual generation) is that they seem to not wanna rock. i mean ROCK!

almost every decade since the 50s had some legitimate rock Gods: Hendrix, Zeppelin, Sabbath, AC/DC, Van Halen. Even in the 80s and 90s you had Tom Morello and Kurt Cobain and J Mascis and Sonic Youth.

but when you think about todays sounds and todays bands and groups that started in either the late 90s or 00s there are plenty of DJs and producers and rappers and “groups” but no one who really brings the in-your-face-but-soulful ROCK.

Wolfmother is one of the sole exceptions.

i think i have a theory for why this is. i think its the video game industry. and of course girls.

back in the day, before XBox and Game Cube, and the really super great video games, when boys got bored they picked up instruments. after they mastered the guitar they realized that girls wanted to be around them.

but once video games showed up, when boys got bored they played video games and got fat. AND STILL SOMEHOW theyd get laid.

so theres no impetus for kids today to learn to shred on guitar.

thus they DONT.

they wear purple and pink they wear skinny jeans, they wear Kanye glasses, they dont work for it in any way and still they get their reward.

im blaming you, females.

so yes when I got to see Wolfmother, the only hope for the Aughts, i was thrilled because i had only previously seen them in a very hot tent at Coachella.

only problem with last night: way too short of a set, and bro never picked up his Flying V.

even the last hope seems to be happy with the middle of the road rock. still good, but not blazing. still rocking but not as inspired. and definitely derivative.

im still waiting for this generation’s Van Halen.

my complete review / photo essay here on the Pop & Hiss blog.

its why i drink

because if i was sober all the time id think things like

why am i the one who gets to go to all these great shows
and drink with these hot chicks
and work at these cool places
and eat these great foods
and puke up these exotic cocktails
and get locked up by these unforgiving cops
and bailed out by these strange strangers
and represented by these expensive suits
and tried by these foolish prosecutors
and hung by these very sweet jurors
and scolded by these backwards judges
and driven home by these speeding limos
and tucked in by these naughty nurses
and woken up by these clicky clear heels
and left alone by these heartless heartbreakers
who only leave a drop of orange juice
which i drink like a parched man in the desert
and dream of canada as i drift back asleep

cuz what i really wanna do is direct.