starring weezer, beck, arcade fire, garbage, madness, oasis, jet, cake, 311, bloc party, fishbone, and others
9/17/05

the purpose of a reporter is to go somewhere that the masses cant go and tell them what happened and what it was like.

and although i am not really a real reporter, i play one occasionally in the pages of my local free weekly. and this thursday you will get to read some of my thoughts about the show, but today i will tell you some things that could only fit in a personal blog.

first of all i was pampered like a stud.

matt good often seethes when he talks about radio concerts filled with all star performers, which is gutsy since the relationships between radio and musicians almost always is equal to the artists’ success. therefore one should be careful not to bite the hand that feeds them.

and perhaps this show, and ones like them are as much for the radio station to blow its own horn as it is to thank those who have supported them throughout the year. and kroq certainly thanked those on its guest list, including the press, and for that im grateful.

not only did i get backstage access and killer seats, but i also was afforded parking so close to the front gates of the place that i went to my car a few times to freshen up and grab a sweater after the sun went down and the temperature dropped.

but first lets talk about the tickets.

ive been assigned a few shows from various publications over the years. recently because of the weekly, the good people of goldenvoice stoked me with coachella tickets so i could review that show, and even the people behind motley crue set me up with decent seats to the side of the stage to review their latest show at the forum.

but kroq put me dead center, just a few rows behind the pit up front. not only were the sightlines amazing but the sound was so good that i didn’t even realize that it was loud until i got home late last night and noticed my ears were ringing.

it made me seriously consider a life of crime or journalism because it made even the worst performances like 311 and oasis tolerable. but what it really did was allow me to see the intensity in the eyes of the likes of rivers cuomo who ran around the stage like he wanted to prove to the world that his was the greatest band around – or he was seriously pissed at something – i still haven’t concluded which it was.

kroq could have easily put us in the second section or over to one side or the other, but they didn’t. i don’t know why. but it reminded me of how chick hearn used to complain sometimes at the poor accommodations some arenas would place the announcers like himself. he would say something along the lines of “we’re the eyes and ears of thousands of people, and they all know that, why they’d stick us up here in the rafters where we can barely make out what’s happening is ridiculous. magic is yoyoing up and down with the ball and now passes to worthy…”

there are usually a very small fraction of journalists at any event, logic will tell you that if youre proud of the event and interested in the story being told accurately you will put those writers and photographers right up front where they will catch every word, see every wince mistake and moment of glory so they can properly let their brothers and sisters know what they missed.

so thank you kroq for doing the right thing.

now let me tell you about backstage.

first of all, i realize im the luckiest man in the world for even getting to go to that show for free, let alone getting paid to write down what happened, but kroq had a backstage set up that was similar to the lush environs that goldenvoice had at coachella… but kroq took it a step further.

miller beer was a co-sponsor of the show which apparently meant that they had exclusive rights to the beer sales of the show. i wouldn’t know though because at concerts i only drink one beer: miller genuine draft.

when im in mexico i drink corona, at a divebar i drink pbr, at wrigley i pound old style, at classy joints i down Guinness, at mc browns i enjoy the high life, but at concerts for some reason i love mgd.

part of my press package was accessibility to miller’s two hour happy hour in the vip tent featuring $2 10-ounce cups of mgd. oh my.

only problem was arcade fire was on for an hour of the happy hour, which wasnt a problem because the security forces allowed you to carry two cups of beer right past them on your way to your seat.

and even though three beers merely gets this uc islavista alumn going, the arcade fire were on fire. in fact ive seen the future of rock n roll and they play violin and accordion and dress like theyve lost their museum tourguide.

jet had the inevitable task of following them and at this point the sun was not at its highest point in the sky but it was hot in the san berdu desert. fortunately miller had also supplied lovely ladies to roam the box seats handing out free samples of sunscreen. yes, life isnt fair. and even though i could always escape to the mist tent backstage or the full blown airconditioned bigger media tent next to it, my pals on the lawn had to fend for themselves.

i did feel a tad selfconcious applying the salve to my bald head, but ive never worried too much about looking cool, although theres nothing less cool than sunburn on your shiny pate.

needless to say i spent half of the jet set sampling free tritip, salad, chicken, and ben and jerrys in the tiki tents.

although i wondered why theyd spend so much time and effort putting big screens and couches in these tents since the show was just around the corner, it made sense when Live took the stage. we gave them one song to win us over and we went back to the vip tent and watched from a leather couch while sipping complimentary red bull and taking turns reliving the past with the supplied video games sprinkled around the back area. burger time, mr do, paperboy, front line, bump n jump… but anne and i were stoked to see elevator action, which i hadnt played since… well, probably since she was born. shhh.

strangely the only thing that wasnt free or super cheap in those tents was water. but fortunately there was a press tent that even the vips couldnt get into, but i could. they had coolers of soft drinks and water, bowls of peanuts and chex mix, power outlets for batteries to charge… pretty much everything except atmosphere, but the press wasnt in that area to schmooze, they were there to work, and a few times i worked on staying hydrated.

as for the show, you’ll have to read my report in the weekly later this week, but a quick rundown of the highlights went like this

arcade fire: they have no peers, they have no limits, they know everything there is about making great music and putting on a great show. theyre truly a band thinking so far outside of the box that they don’t even realize there ever was a box in the first place. and the one violinist might be the worst dancer ever but i love her and not just cuz she looks like my first california gf.

madness: they nearly stole the show. they were fun, they had everyone up and dancing. it was effortless. bro from fishbone jammed with them on one song. they seemed grateful to be there, but we were the ones who were lucky. it was a perfect example of how the music biz gives up on bands far too early.

jet: proof that an album full of coversongs doesnt make for a great band. they looked the part, they sang fine, the drummer ripped, but there was a reason why in even the confines of Spaceland several years ago when they opened for Tsar i went to the back of the club and started drinking – this band has no stage presence and will be forgotten in two years time.

311: one day i will ask kroq why they play these guys every hour. i thought seeing them live would answer that question. it didn’t. i did, however, enjoy their drum solo, but robert smith, im sure, winces every time they play his jam.

fishbone: they covered sublime’s daterape. theyre such a classy band which is probably why they didn’t make it even though that debut was rock solid all the way through. it was cool of kroq to have them play this.

bloc party: next time they come back and play they’ll be on the main stage where they belong. jet, oasis, 311, cake, and live had no business there.

oasis: they stood there like we should feel lucky to be in attendance. if only they sold tomatoes. someone yelled “you suck” and liam said yes i do, but don’t we all. if only they sold pineapples.

live: what, hootie was booked?

beck: ive seen beck maybe ten times now. every time its different, visually and musically. this time he had a dude in a white shortsleeve shirt and a black tie and glasses running around and dancing like a fool. it could have been annoying but it was actually really funny and it made me want to buy a white shortsleeve shirt and a black tie and glasses. the glasses might have been rivers because he didn’t sport any. half way through, when beck was doing his acoustic parts they brought out a big table and the band ate while beck played, i was all, how sweet of him, i hope they got some of that tri-tip from the back, but then in the middle of a song i noticed that the lads were tapping the glasses and the plates with their knives and forks and i was all shit beck youve done it again. then he played one line of debra and said, you don’t wanna hear that, and went into a flaming lips cover “do you realize” that was beautiful.

garbage: im not a fan of this group, ive seen them once before when they played sandwiched between the distillers and no doubt and they came in last place by a huge margin. but yesterday they were incredible and it wasnt because of shirley looking all that amazing – she didn’t. it was because they were tight and musical and shirley dominated the stage wonderfully. at one point she just kept walking off stage into the crowd and kept going and going and going with no security. she knows we’re soft out here. earlier i saw her interviewed backstage and she was stoked that this was the last show of their tour. they didn’t seem tired, they seemed perfect.

weezer: ive seen weezer play a bunch of times. every tour infact, and then some. theyre my second favorite band. i can honestly say that ive never seen rivers more intense and furious. at coachella he could have been knocked over by a sudden breeze. last night he attacked every big note, he gritted his teeth, he leaned back at each accent, he ran around, he made it happen. even the songs they played were all upbeat. my theory is they wanted to send a message to oasis that theyre the ones bigger than the beatles because they mentioned oasis three times.

for their encore rivers appeared at the back of the seats and played to the kids in the lawn. a full moon was above him and one gentle spotlight. it was like watching a weinerdog yap at a pit bull. and then watching the pit bull meow and roll over. weezer played as hard and as strong as ive ever heard them and they did it without their trappings since they flew in special for this show as theyre on tour with the foos. and as a tip of the hat to grohl, weezer did “big me”. because the fans are boneheads people were throwing earplugs at them and someone threw a pack of m&ms. after the cover song rivers bent down, picked up the full bag, and said thanks for the m&ms but werent they supposed to be mentos?

how good were weezer? even beverly hills and we are all on drugs sounded good. their fans agree.

promiseoftin’s account + some pics from the lawn + lost perfection + a much longer recap from the lawn + some more good pics from someone with better seats

rock and roll is the combination of black music and white music.

black music is the combination of delta blues chicago blues southern slave spirituals gospel and soul.

white music is a combination of hank williams and more hank williams.

all great white music comes from hank sr. except for jazz which comes from the blacks.

and dont even start with what about classical because classical is simply the absence of both hank and black music, which is why it works so well in cartoons.

nobody has ever written as simply and as clearly and as heartbreakingly perfectly as hank williams, except for whoever wrote those famous great lines in Genesis (the book, not the band).

hemingway came close but when he realized he had never written anything as concise and as tight as “im so lonesome i could cry” he put a gun in his mouth and squeezed the trigger. rightfully. which is why im secretly an nra member.

bob dylan tried to write like hank but when he saw how hard it was he said fuckit and wrote completely the opposite. it appears to have worked out for him.

if the government wasnt so full of liars buttpirates and visonless fratboys hank williams’ face would have been on the $2 bill a long time ago, but you people keep electing idiots

who you refuse to shoot when the truth is revealed.

your problem is youre soft, something todays birthday boy never was.

constantly in pain, constantly drunk, hunched over and sallow even on a good day he was kurt cobain before seattle was even named.

he hated being on time, he hated his bald head, he hated who he was, and most of all he hated a full glass of booze.

born in alabama on this date in 1923, he hated his given name Hiram so much that he begged to be called Shaquille but settled for Hank.

and just like you’d expect this poor little shoeshine boy didnt learn his trade from school or video tapes, he learned about music from a black man. in hank’s case it was a street bluesman named Rufus Payne, aka “Tee-Tot”. lookit up.

when he was sixteen hank quit school cuz even an ignorant whiteboy knew that you couldnt learn shit from some alabama public school in 1939. a few years later he was packing them into bars and juke joints. by the time he was 21 he was married and the next year he was signed to MGM and the year after that he had recorded his third hit “move it on over”.

oddly by 1948 at the ripe old age of 25 many considered hank washed up even though he was a regular on the popular radio show The Louisiana Hayride, but in early ’49 country music’s greatest songwriter released a cover of rex griffin’s “lovesick blues”, a track hank only recorded twice in the studio (one for backup) and forgot about.

but just like most great rock n roll stories, that little song spent four months at number one. and legend has it that when he performed it at the grand old opry he earned six encores. washed up my ass, hank sneered.

that year hank jr was born whose only real claim to fame is that are you ready for some football song. pffft.

despite hank srs great success and the string of hits that followed lovesick blues – in ’49 alone he had seven hits including wedding bells, mind your own business, and my bucket’s got a hole in it – and despite divorcing his first wife and marrying a very young woman named billie jean at the sold out new orleans municipal auditorium, hank was never able to defeat his demons or cure his pain.

in ’52 as rock was just a glimmer in it’s drunken uncle’s eye hank cheated on billie jean and sired a daughter named jett who would be born january 6, 1953.

however on new years day ’53 in knoxville tennessee hank williams shot up with both b12 and morphine, hopped in a rented cadillac, and sipped whiskey while driving all night to oak hill west virginia where he pulled over at a gas station and fell asleep. he never woke up. he was 29.

legend has it that his funeral in alabama was the largest ever held in that state, even to this day.

hank jr, hank iii, and jett are all playing music today.

but only hank iii is worth a shit.

if you like music or american history you’ll get any of hank’s greatest hits.

if you love music you’ll get polygram’s 3-cd box set but i promise you that if you try to listen to more than one cd at one sitting you will get so depressed that you’ll want to get in a cadillac and drive to west virginia with a bottle of jack too.

consider yourself warned.

“i’m so lonesome i could cry”

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I’m so lonesome I could cry

I’ve never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide its face and cry

Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die?
Like me he’s lost the will to live
I’m so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I’m so lonesome I could cry

hank in los angeles + jett was screwed + great discography

fyi. i know i whined a little this morning and i might whine a little in the future. and i know that even though i try my best not to totally rip off the fine work and style of mr charles bukowski, if theres one thing that i am 100% concious of is that mr charles bukowski never whined. he wined but didnt whine. and compared to him i have a great life. sure he ended up with a great life, but i have one now.

if youre ever in doubt just go to technorati and put “tony pierce” in there – with the quotes and you’ll see totally mindblowing things like the mighty doc searls put me in incredible company just yesterday

“I’m a fan of very few celebrities. Or writers. Or both. Mostly both, I guess. John McPhee I’ve told you about. George Lakoff too. Hal Crowther. I’m also fond of Stephanie Brush, Fran Liebowitz, William F. Buckley, Cynthia Heimel, Hunter S. Thompson, Mark Twain, Howard Stern, John Updike, Tony Pierce, Chris Locke, David Weinberger and Saul Bellow, even though it’s hard to connect their dots — except that they all make me laugh. (Not always in some cases, but sometimes in all cases.)”

for those of you who actually know who mr searls is thats quite a compliment. so dont ever feel bad for me.

for example, i have a book agent. yes me, dorkwad. and even though i dont have any published books, like officially published books, i have an agent. for some reason shes the only person who believes and understands the disclaimer “nothing in here is true” so she has not only been trying to pimp me out on some secret projects but she doesnt believe that i have a new job.

so today she emailed me to see if i was interested in being a personal assistant for probably the most beautiful porn star in the entire world.

which is pretty tempting, let me tell you.

but i know how this will end up. sure id make a great personal assistant, especially since i have a car now, and a cool cell phone, but porn is a slippery slope, and anyone who knows me knows that i have a million ideas about a million things

but i have a billion ideas for porn.

possibly a kabillion.

my only problem is i want to go to Heaven one day and theres no way i’ll be able to meet St. Peter and say, yes sir i took whatever gifts i was given to revolutionize the porno world, so thanks, now may i meet jimi?

plus its hard to beat my ten minute commute and anyone familiar with LA knows that only an idiot would live in hollywood and quit working in hollywood to fight the traffic of the ventura freeway every morning even if your job would be to hang out with porn stars and do their bidding.

wait, what did i just say.

just a girl + miss iceland + blogfart + that dude mike

and even though we started by talking about blogging, which i could talk about all night we ended up talking about Tom Waits.

heres my favorite tom waits story.

when i first came to california i didnt really know much about music other than i loved it. i first worked at mcdonalds cuz nobody would hire me, but then i got a job at a record store, Licorice Pizza. mr. gary calamar who is now the music manager of kcrw and hosts the great show The Open Road, hired me even though my only experience was working for four months at the mickey d’s down the street.

in the interview he asked me to look behind him at all the album covers on the wall. he said, tell me a little something about some of these records.

i said, i love them all.

he said well pick one or two.

and i was all… starting left to right i see judas priest british steel columbia records, i like them but not as much as iron maiden and ac/dc although the new metallica record “…And justice for all” is about to come out which is gonna be top ten i betcha. next to that you have bruce springsteen the river whose hit single Hungry Heart was a last minute addition which is sorta funny since it was a double album but apparently the label didnt think there were any hits which you wouldnt think a guy like Bruuuuuce would need, but it turned out they were right and that was his first top 10 single. next to that you have Pete Townshend’s Empty Glass whose big single is Let My Love Open The Door, however the b-side is super great.

and Gary stopped me in my tracks and said, we’ll call you in a few days. and i was so depressed cuz i thought i had blown it but i hadnt and i got the gig and i learned way more about music than i ever expected. namely about Elvis Costello, the Velvet Underground, Charlie Parker, Thelonious Monk, and the Replacements.

so Elvis Costello had a series of shows in 86 in LA. five nights. every show was going to be different cuz he basically had two records out, king of america, and blood and chocolate. one night was gonna be all king of america, one was gonna be all blood and chocolate, one was gonna be elvis’s greatest hits, one was gonna be all requests, and one was gonna be The Spinning Wheel night where he had a huge wheel of songs and whereever it landed he and the Attractions would play the song.

because im a freak i went to three nights outta the five.

but the best, and probably the best show ive ever been to was the Spinning Wheel show. elvis had invited John Doe from X and the Bangles and Mr. Tom Waits to join him for the show.

and this is how it happened.

the lights dimmed and a weird accordian sound was heard and there he was in his trademark suit and hat: tom waits, whose Rain dogs record was out and kicking ass and tom sang one of those crazy dark weirdo songs and when it was done he bowed, put down his guitar.

Welcome he said in that deep gruff voice

Welcome to hell. welcome to elvis’s nightmare. what you will do is raise your hand. if the spotlight hits you you will be asked to spin the wheel of Death. where it lands nobody knows. then Mr. McManus will lead his band of mercinaries into the song. you will either dance next to that go-go cage with his wife, or you will sit at that bar and watch Lou Reed via satellite. now who wants to come up here and spin for your life?

it was a little theatre, the Wilshire i think. not the Wiltern, somewhere even smaller. who knows, maybe it was the Wiltern… doesnt matter, i had great seats but i didnt dare spin that wheel cuz i was pretty much pissing my pants anyways.

someone got picked, they came on stage, elvis and the attractions took their positions and Tom acted exactly like a cheezy master of ceremonies and said whats your name.

Jerry.

ok Bob what song would you like for the band to play.

Jerry looked at the wheel and there were some Elvis classics but a bunch of weird rarities and cover songs.

“oh wow Tom I’d really love to hear them play Tom Petty’s American Girl”

ok Fred go ahead and spin for your LIFE!

and when the wheel turned around steve neive tinkled the ivories, the lights flashed and when it slowed down to the slice that showed the song the band immediately went into the number and Tom Waits escorted the spinnee to a seat next to the rickety bar area, rubbed his shoulders and then poured him a drink.

after a few songs Tom and Elvis did a tune or two together that pretty much blew everyones minds.

then the bangles of all people came out for some acoustic numbers dressed in sparkley cocktail dresses.

then john doe in a blue prom tuxedo took over as MC for the second half.

and then an angel from above said tony i hope you know youre the luckiest man of all and i said yes i know and the angel asked to take a sip from my beer and fucking chugged that bitch down burped and laughed before vanishing.

Update: the show was at The Beverly (scroll down just a tad). how on earth can i remember these things but i still havent memorized my own cell phone number?

best week ever + now is the time to buy Siri + moxie

i hate mornings. i love my job but i hate the mornings because i cant write to you really. ive got 11 minutes and then i must hit the shower, shave the head, brush the teeth, and dig through my tshirt collection.

i do love the job but its amazing how when you love something all these other offers come out from nowhere. but the weird thing theres only a few other jobs that i would accept.

manager of the cubs, of course, because dusty baker might be a brotha, but he’s taken a mountain and turned it into a molehill. there was a time when we had a great pitching staff and now… fuck. i cant even think about the cubs.

i know i sounded happy yesterday but oh what a few hours can do to someone.

tomorrow im getting paid to go to a huge rock concert. i know that some of you will read what i have to say and think geeze tony theres people starving in china and youre about to bitch. and what can i do, ive gotta keep it real.

so yeah, im getting paid tomorrow to go to devore which is french for de-crap to see a rock show. heres the lineup

11:00-11:40 AM Kasabian
11:55-12:35 PM Fishbone
12:50-1:30 PM Bloc Party
1:00-1:40 PM The Bravery
1:40-2:20 PM Cake
2:25-3:05 PM Arcade Fire
3:10-3:55 PM Live
4:00-4:45 PM Garbage
4:50-5:30 PM Jet
5:35-6:20 PM Madness
6:25-7:20 PM 311
7:25-8:20 PM Beck
8:25-9:25 PM Weezer
9:30-10:30 PM Oasis

now devore was created by some asswipe who thought, hmm, i can build an outdoor ampitheatre way outside of LA and i will offer clearchannel or whoever wants to run their shows through there a fraction of what the Staples Center would charge or the Forum or the Hollywood Bowl and guess what, lots of shows end up way out there in buttfuck

ozzfest is always there, ac/dc played there last time they were in town, no doubt with blink was out there. and somehow if you play there they sign you up to a contract that says if you play there you cant play anywhere in regular LA for three months or six or something.

anyways i have great tickets to that show and press passes and i think i even get a beer and head from the laker girls or something.

but the reason that im depressed this morning is cuz last night i got home and i got a phone call from my date who said yeah, nah, i think id rather go to dinner with this one girl and then go to a party with someone else.

and some people take rejection pretty well, and i guess im one of those people. however there are a few people who when they reject me it totally destroys me. and now i dont even want to go to the damn thing because first of all its in buttfuck but secondly because now i have to go with this dudes stripper wife probably cuz she who knows the situation and is just gonna be annoying.

yes thats nothing to be depressed about, but i am.

i know i should be more pissed/bummed/angry about the fact that BushCo are destroying fucktons of 9/11 evidence and establishing Karl Rove to head up the Katrina recovery (because he’s just so damn qualified for patching up natural disasters – just look what he did with W)

but im not.

im a selfish winey dude who just wants a few things to go the way they should.

i want the right people to be nice to me, i want other people to show up places that they say they will, and i want others to just fucking choose me over these random people.

but i guess its friday and i should just be happy that i live in la and have a cool job and im finally able to sock away a few bucks, and i get to go to a concert with a stripper.

but for some reason im not.

i need to make a tshirt that says “id rather be blogging”, as fucked up as that is.

i know things will get better.

just probably not by monday.

google maps plus census + i miss danielle + sk smith + zulieka

someone came up to my table and asked, “didnt i see you here a few years ago with anna kournikova?”

ah memories

three years ago today on the busblog, where of course, nothing in here is true…

kill me now, tony.

not unless you kill me first anna.

i thought you were a gentleman.

gentlemen dont get laid, anna.

au contraire, i’ve known gentlemen.

betcha theyre not any more.

shoot me in the face, baby.

it’s just tennis, honeybunch.

you have no idea how it feels.

to be rich, gorgeous, blonde, twenty one, and famous? sure i do. ive had orgasms.

it’s terrible. losing. its the opposite of your joke. it’s like being impotent. the goal is right in front of you and you cannot acheive it. and you never acheive it.

have you been drinking anna?

no.

you should, you sound terrible. monotone. insane. youre twenty one. capriatti got it together, and what is she 40?

i look at bridges in a much different way, recently.

thats a mighty pretty plate they gave ya.

yeah, but the winner got a real ming vase.

youre kidding me.

nope.

fuck.

i was thinking about elbowing it.

i woulda married you.

whoops.

if it makes you feel any better, i found a guy who does what i do better than i do.

nobody writes like you.

nobody loses like you.

does that make me the best at something, or something?

only in a dumb way.

oh well.

are you gonna come to la and play at staples?

maybe, but probably not.

if you dont, lets go up to isla vista and get high.

k

stay away from bridges, second place girl.

stay away from the girls, my favorite boy.

zhi yang + mr miyagi + xiaxue + mr brown

and by a 2:1 margin you are now looking at the official new cover of Stiff.

congrats to jaime of theknownuniverse.net who wins the monthlong link, his name in the book, and the $66.66.

thank you to all of you who voted, now way in hell did i think that so many of you would participate.

i know it wasnt the most scientific vote, but it did the trick.

also thank you to everyone who contributed.

there were so many good entries that it was hard to narrow them down to six.

and because of that, and because of how many votes all of the others received, i am pleased to announce that i will have all of these covers available for sale when Stiff comes out next week, 9/22.

now the thing is this will cause some confusion and it will cause some delays because people, for some reason, like for me to autograph their purchases.

dont get me wrong, its extremely flattering to not only get people to buy this stuff but to have them pay a little extra to have it signed

so i have to spend the next few days figuring out how to do this.

but definately if people dont care if theyre signed they can just go to my CafePress store and get them directly from them.

the tricky part is to have them signed from me. people will either have to be super patient cuz it might take a few weeks, or they will have to pick a book that i have in stock.

whatever, we’ll figure it out.

either way you guys are the best and congrats to everyone. this was such a pleasure to do. all of you turned this into something that is a pain in my ass into something cool and creative and fun.

from now on i will always do this.

unsom + matt + rifka + vortexia

the other day, not even on this blog, told me that i should quit talking politics and stick to what “made” me, writing about chicks.

i hate idiots.

the busblog started a month before 9/11. there was a post or two that july, a post or two that august, and for some reason i started getting into the groove early september, and then when 9/11 happened i made a few photo essays including “dear kids of afghanistan” whose anniversary is today or tomorrow or sometime, fuck i dont know.

i wanted to tell the chump, “dude ive been writing politics since youve been sucking your mommas dick.”

but you cant argue with these people.

why even bother.

the sad truth is, id love to write about pussy again. who wouldnt? id love to tell you about hanging out at the rokbar patio just waiting for the friends of the friends to get sloppy and knowing that everything is about being in the right place at the right time, knowing that when youre around twenty fratboys with good clothes who wont stop talking that you have to stop talking and pussy will just fall in your lap.

you dont think ive got stories to tell? of course i have stories to tell.

the reason hannity jr wants me to change the subject is the same reason the professor wont bring up the subject and the exact same reason

every single republican senator yesterday voted Against having a bipartisan independent Katrina Commission to find out who goofed and when.

and this is after the president admitted that he goofed.

and after Brownie stepped downie.

and after the Louisiana governor accepted responsibility.

everyone is doing the right thing except Senate and the instapundit and the people who support this sort of partisan bullshit.

all the righties are so gungho about John Roberts, and everyone thinks theyre so cute with all their gayass baseball metaphors, and everyone is climbing all over themselves to kiss each others asses about how “fair” he’s going to be

but these are the same motherfuckers who yesterday were asked, basically, “hey Katrina is gonna cost America $200 billion, and a killer town. a half million americans if not more are displaced, lives are ruined, neighboring cities will be changed forever, and at the center of it was a three-way orgy of fuckups where one group was clearly trying to outfuckup the other two – lets find out with a bipartisan 9/11-Commission-type group why this bizarre phenomenom happened and how we can prevent it from happening ever again because next time it might not be a hurricane that creates it, it might be a dirty bomb, or a nuke, or some crazy shit that we dont see coming two days out.”

and every single Republican said, “we dont want a fair commission, Mrs. Clinton. fuck you, and fuck America. we’re terrified what you might find out. you might become president, but we sure as hell arent going to help you get there. sheeet.”

and drudge isnt talking about the cockblock, and little green footballs isnt talking about the cockblock, and my favorite blogger is instead talking about the conspiracy theory between the washington post and the new york times.

what are these fucking pussies worried about? the good shit wont come out till four years after the event anyways – and by then nobody gives a crap. did anyone today stand up and say, “so wait, Condi totally lied to us when she said in 5/02: “I don’t think anybody could have predicted that these people would take an airplane and slam it into the World Trade Center.” and thats why the president has been trying to hide these facts. as if the pdb wasnt enough to grill them.

why vote against a bipartisan independent commission? nothing grills these people. and noone gets voted out, and noone gets fired, and the spin machine either spins or simply ignores things that theyd rather not pay attention to.

theyd rather talk about britneys new son. pms federloin. theyd rather talk about the fact that the president needs to take a leak sometimes. theyd rather talk about anyone else to blame except for the homeland security asswipe or the president, or themselves.

i wanna talk about pussy just as much as the next guy, but if i do, then im just as bad as the dittoheads who bury their heads.

everyone i know donated money and clothes and time and effort to help these evacuees. why we wouldnt want to get to the bottom of this is beyond me. and the fact that the republicans dont want to do it in a fair manner should tell you that its because they know the truth, and just like all the pages that remain redacted, they dont want to show us the truth.

which is funny cuz it appears that talking about todays republicans and those who support them is talking about pussy.

so i guess ive accepted your request dipshit.

question silence + terra + 4rilla + this dude stoked me + if you havent voted, vote

i do.

not only did you design some killer covers for the new book that im going to come out with next week, but you are voting like crazy (btw keep voting, the polls are open till tomorrow afternoon)

but you are also buying the Brownie, you’re doing a heck of a job tshirts and mugs like crazy!

sure Wonkette sent a little traffic over here yesterday – ok ALOT of traffic – but people are actually purchasing this stuff!

i only have four items for sale, the ladie’s tee, a baseball undershirt, a regular tee, and a mug – the profit on average is about $4-$5 – and so far because of your generoisity i have raised about $200 profit to give to the Red Cross!

thats amazing to me!

i mean really, one night i was just laughing at Bushie being Bushie and after about 10 minutes on Photoshop i was able to make something that ended up getting linked and bam, money for a great cause.

this interweb shit is crazy!

so yes i love you, thank you for being part of this busblog deal. it really wouldnt be the same without you, and together we can do some incredible stuff and dont think for a minute that im not grateful and thankful for your contributions.

it’s out of that respect that i try not to ask too much of you, other than to be patient with me as i try to keep this caliope rumblin down the road.

and btw, although i do have a hard time replying to email all the time, or phone calls, i do appreciate you trying to help the content of this blog.

for example, yes i have been noticing that the instapundit hasnt mentioned BrownGate in the last three days (his resignation, Bush’s lie to the press that he didnt know he had resigned, or the fact that DuctTapeMan will replace him). yes i understand that the Roberts confirmation process is important, but FEMA suddenly isnt (isnt that sort of thinking what got Bushie in trouble in the first place?)

and yes ive noticed that the good professor hasnt mentioned the President admitting for the first time in his two terms that he fucked up.

and yes ive noticed how many times in the last three days he’s mentioned The Busses in the flooded out lot: 5 times.

and of course i saw how the Instapundit found the one poll that made it look like his numbers are “improving”.

thats some serious blogging over there, kids. thanks for the heads up but im way ahead of you.

now watch this drive.

britney has a boy + homeland security chief to blame too + zulieka

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