by tony pierce. who doesnt know shit.

as you know i have a curious little friendship with one of your favorite rock stars. i dont really know why he likes the busblog, or me, or our phone conversations, but i like them and thats all that matters.

your hero is an incredibly intelligent, thoughtful, analytical and creative man. he’s also quite sensitive, somewhat emotional, and ridiculously talented. ive known my fair share of musicians and matt is the only one who ive never heard practice. and yet the times ive seen him play live, i didnt hear one guitar playing mistake. in fact rarely did i even see him look at his fingerings. hes a prodigy and a freak.

i did hear him loosen up his vocal chords in his apartment a few hours before soundcheck, so i checked off Human on my little pad.

he loves web design, and wordpress, and politics and hockey and his fans and his dogs, not at all in that order. his dogs are probably at the top of the list. hes very much in love with canada especially vancouver.

there are also many things he doesnt love. he doesnt love idiot commentors on blog posts. he doesnt love wrenches being thrown at him at concerts. and he also doesnt like most of what the Bush Administration has done to not only iraq and america, but the rest of the world.

me, im a little more mellow about all of that shit. but guess what, mellow dudes write really dull tunes. the more sensitive and uptight you can get, the better your music, ive noticed. which is why i suggested that bruce springsteen get out of his mansion and back on the backstreets where he can crank out some better records like he used to.

now again, i dont pretend to know matt. we’ve hung out a few times in canada, once here in LA, we’ve spoken on the phone maybe a dozen times, maybe more, and i am still a novice when it comes to most of his music. but when we talk, he is an open book, quite honest, always frank, and speaks from a place of real history and passion.

when he writes that doesnt always come across because you cant hear his tone, and you cant grasp the speed at which his mind works. but its fast. its fast and its true.

when a dumbshit commentor waltzes through the busblog and drops a load of bullcrap in this holy space, sometimes i get a little upset, sometimes i just let it go – especially if one of you tell the ignorant prick to piss off. matt remembers it, gets idignant, and focuses his energies on the asswipe for a good four or five minutes. i tell him they’re not worth even five seconds, but matt obviously didnt spend 10 years smoking pot every day like moi. hateful ignorant shit affects him as it would affect most humans. it bothers him.

meanwhile he’s also deeply engrossed in writing a new record. the creative process may be one thing to you, a different thing to me, but when you talk about the process for a man who has made a career of being creative its an entirely different deal. something i have no understanding about. matt’s got no second job or real estate development deals, all his chips are on his music, and his music isnt about selling records, its about being real and raw and full of passion. he walks a very difficult tightrope, far above the clouds.

finally matt is a leader. he can be a team player, but his most comfortable role is that of the boss, which is fine because every group needs a boss. when it comes to blogging and design and styles and come-froms, he enjoys changing shit up a lot. anyone who has seen the mblog over the last year saw a variety of unique looks and designs. if his blog were a woman it would have been jennifer garner in alias. constantly changing, always sexy.

so matt isnt blogging any more at thought mechanics because that is his choice. he is writing a new record for you and he has been dedicated to that endeavor for a little while now and he needs to focus up.

hes got no time to bother himself with distractions or designs or dumbshits even those in power at the white house and parliment. hes a rock star with rock songs that need to get out there.

my guess is when he returns to blogging he will probably do it on the mblog which he put on hiatus while he blogged over at thought mechanics. but who knows. one reason i like matt is hes full of surprises.

because we now have an extra slot open at thought mechanics, prettyboy ben allbright phoned me today to let me know that theron and he agreed that he would be writing at thought mechanics starting very soon. me, i will try to write more over there, but politics depresses me, but thats something ive gotta get over.

as for matt, i invited him to guest blog over here at the busblog whenever he wants to as long as its not about politics. unless he’s calling someone in dc a cocksucking fuck, a phrase i dont believe ive seen him type before.

anyways, some of you have emailed me about this situation and some have left comments and after exchanging an email with matt i figured that this would be a good place to let you know that matt is working on a record and he wants it to be good because he loves you. the end.

ben allbright + matthew good dot org + thought mechanics + hag slut

weezer
make believe
geffen records

expectations are everything and when pinkerton came out many moons ago pop music turned its back on its most unlikely genius only to rediscover him when it was too late.

nobody ran out to buy the followup to the classic blue album, but after a few months we all realized its glittering wonderfulness and even if rivers doesnt consider it a masterpiece, everyone else does and thats all that matters, right?

apparently not if youre the guy who writes the songs.

make believe is just another in a growing line of the non blue album non pinkerton records by americas favorite nerds that reminds you why people get wedgies.

other than the cheesy single beverly hills, many of the tracks in the new record sound like typical post-pinkerton weezer: rivers singing little timid love songs of longing to girls who would probably do him if he just shut his damn mouth.

rivers has turned into such a fragile little boy that its almost as if he has bought into the clark kent myth forgetting that theres a superhero beneath those glasses.

make believe is so soft it makes the last cure record sound like metallica.

remind me not to let my rock idols take time off to go to harvard.

any classic weezer guitar solos? yes, one. on the ridiculous call-for-help frat anthem “we are all on drugs”.

did rick rubin lose all the good songs in his beard?

no, “hold me” is perfect for the thirteen year old cheerleader in your life who watches too much american idol and “freak me out” is proof that anyone could be the postal service.

weezer and rick rubin have made a record ideal for little girls while turning their backs on the young men of their audience. theres no in the garage, theres no dope nose, hell theres not even a love explosion. did rivers have a migrane when he recorded this?

bring back matt sharp and we can make believe this never happened.

Loose Change is fucking awesome.
im not (usually)into conspiracies but i loved it.

so thank you. and thank you to all the people who turned you onto the busblog.

lots of what i do here is an experiment. the first “blogs” that i read werent really blogs, they were web sites written and designed by cam girls. they were beautifully designed, beautifully updated, very smart, and better blogs than what most of whats out there.

many of those cam girls arent around any more, but a few are, notably my favorite, nay.

anyways what i learned from those girls is if you ask something from your audience you might just get it.

of course it helped if you were young, beautiful, and had an audience of horny old men, but my idealistic mind thought “if a dude was really the shit, he could get some of what those cam girls are getting too.” so pretty much right away i started asking my readers for anything that i thought the cam girls were getting – love, attention, comments, gifts, pics, etc.

it wasnt because i thought i was the shit, it was purely because i thought if one blogger without a penis could get it, one with one should be able to get it too.

it was silly but life is silly and sure enough ive gotten pretty much everything that ive wanted off this blog.

ultimately i would like to earn a living off this blog, without asking money from all of you. advertising is pretty much the only way i can see this happening – sponsorship is the other. since i dont see a lot of other bloggers being sponsored by one or two corporations, advertising is going to have to be the means to the ends.

i bring this up because we are approaching the year anniversary of ads on the busblog. and as you can see from the left hand side i dont have any blogads currently on the sidebar, but i do have some text ads.

i must say that i am impressed that not too many of you have called me a sell out or have bitched or have asked me about my gold rimmed caddy. in fact i can count the haters on one hand. if not one pinky. for that i am grateful.

as an airsign my biggest dream in life is freedom. this year i have lost a sponsor because i bashed bush but ive gained dozens of sponsors for being who i am. and my readership has stayed steady at around 50,000 page views a month.

for all of you who have stuck by me during this very turbulent twelve months i thank you from the bottom of my heart. for those of you who have been on the busblog for even longer than that i am grateful for even longer than eternity.

and for all of you hot babes who have sent me nudes, and videos, and soiled undies, just know that youve kept me away from tall bridges.

finally for all of you who donated to the ipod fund. you shit will be coming soon. trust me. and thank you for your patience.

tonight i will be going to see th dodgers with my old college buddy asher from austin, owner of the austin rock club Room 710 on red river. and it will be a joy to see baseball with someone who knows the game. even i get depressed sometimes and i forget how lucky i am. today im remembering.

  below, there will be reruns

balloon boy came from another town entirely. one where fences were made of crackers, trees were made of wood, and beer came right out of sky. the nerds had invented zero gravity luncheon meats but since the town was riddled with vegans the only way to sell any was to throw in a puppy and or a child.

sales had always been phillipes trade. when he graduated college he was immediately hired by a multi billion dollar conglomerate who gave him a company car, some business cards and a terroritory that spanned across his entire state.

his job was to convince salesmen to sell his company’s product.

often times the salesmen would look at the babyfaced company man and say why should we sell your crappy crap, sony makes better crap and they pay more commission

now the funny thing about this job was no one could actually measure whether phillipe was successful because at the time there was a terrible recession and nobody anywhere in the country was buying anyones crappy crap, not sonys, not tonys, not anyones

but philippe didnt want to be embarrassed standing right there in the middle of nowhere in this retail outlett in the woods, where no one was buying anything anyway

so he said its all about closing ratio

if you can sell a sony to everyone go right ahead, but not everyone can afford one and not everyone wants one.

i dont want nike shoes because they exploit their workers and then turn around and sell the most expensive sneakers on the market.

this got the attention of the manager who had been doodling and pretending to ignore the young factory rep.

simmer down over there, he warned.

the name of this game is service plans anyway and some salespeople have been known to be successful saying yes sir you can have this giant screen tv and a five year in home warantee for less than what that sony costs before tax, im not telling you what to do, im just saying.

and just like that phillipe didnt care any more and asked the group where he could get a good salad in town.

and hed drive through the woods in his taurus, adjust his tie, and snake through the last remains of real nature in america and ask himself if he wouldnt be better off sitting infront of his computer writing movie reviews on the web.

since no one has really cornered that market yet.

probably because most movie reviewers blow.

remember the fourth star wars. the one with jar jar. where was the movie reviewer who got on his typewriter and said

you know what fuck you george lucas

as phillipe drove through the mountains he said i could be just that reviewer and here i am stuck in the middle of nowhere listening to the same damn cds i always listen to, drinking carbonated sugar water thats gonna kill me, and hoping that that chick ive been emailing all these months isnt really a man.

thats no life for me.

but phillipe had a.d.d. and was soon distracted by something shiny. it was a AAA sticker on the back of a late model cadillac. he wondered, if you have a AAA card whats the use of the sticker on the bumper? they’ll still fix your shit without the sticker on the bumper. wont they?

he wanted to puke.

he knew not to trust the diner waitress who assured him that the dressing was nondairy but it tasted dairy and now in his stomach it felt dairy.

nothing with faces
mix all the races
the daring young man
on mysterious traipses
im not sure exactly quite
where this is going
glad to get paid
but love was not made
dont come back here mister
until you get laid

ok good. last nights sopranos wasnt as gay as the last few episodes have been – not that theres anything wrong with that – but there were some heavy duty male bonding moments of dudes putting their heads on each others shoulders and telling them they loved them. which in some circles is gay.

the sopranos is obviously trying to shock us in ways other than thru violence and nudity and i think thats a good thing as we subscribe to hbo to be shocked and to watch the envelope get pushed.

but my favorite line was when tony walked into the bathroom and, in telling his associate that he was fucking up, said “youre doing a heck of a job, brownie.”

ah pop culture. ah bushie. ah brownie.

crazy thing about brownie is that history might be far more kind to him than it will be to bush, but the question is, how will history judge those who not only voted for the president but did it twice and then defended his nonsense in places like the blogosphere?

hopefully it will be as ruthless as this administration has been to human and civil rights.

watched a lot of tv this weekend because i needed to recharge my batteries. watched two episodes of entourage. watched mcgloughlin group and this week with george stephenopolous.

funny thing about george. in trying not to be liberal he comes across as phony and stiff and almost too much of an asswipe. only guy who can play the moderat perfectly is john mcgloghlin. damn i wish i could spell his name right. but he can talk to tony blankley that old fat faker so well and he even smiles earnestly when he calls on pat buchannon and poor emily clift has to shreik to get a word in edgewise. that show is so overlooked and so good. but have you noticed that john never looks at emily when he says his final trademark “bye bye”? i think thats cuz he has a crush on her. you dont look at the person you heart. little known fact.

now i know lots of you are chrisians and have an ongoing relationship with the Lord. our pal Karisa got an invite to a Playboy party at the mansion and because her boyfriend is always out of town, the odds of me being her guest are extremely high.

so today karisa sent in some photographs of herself because somehow that was required, and now we are waiting with baited breath to hear the results. so heres what i need you to do. i need you to pray. pray to your God. pray to all the Gods. hef is 80 freaking years old. my dream is to go to the mansion before he dies. i can think of no better date to go to the mansion with than karisa and i can think of no better time than the summertime when the playmates will be in their summertime best.

hell i might just start working out this second so i can get my 6-pack in shape, but the buzznet kids might get uncomfortable. so tonight i might do some curls and some pull ups and some sit ups. too bad karisa doesnt kiss girls because what a better way to trick a playmate into kissing you than by saying “ok i can get karisa to kiss you but only if you kiss me first.”

and you know how they say “now i can die fulfilled because i just did _____”? i could totally die fulfilled if i went to a real Playboy party at the mansion with hef and karisa.

damn straight.

so pray people. pray like youve never prayed before.

ethan the mighty + alistair was just there + bastard