there’s two kinds of people in LA: phonies and friends

you cant really blame the phonies because theres these beautiful houses on the hills of hollywood and mansions in beverly hills

not to mention beach pads in malibu

and fancy cars stuck in traffic alongside you.

and the phonies think that if they change who they are they will get the things that they want.

of course they are wrong. dead wrong. mostly wrong.

life is about living Your life, your truth, your path.

and if you get the house on the hill off that then great, you don’t have to change anything once you get it.

what the people in those houses won’t tell you is the turnover rate of those mcmansions are high

not because people be flipping them

but because fakers don’t belong there and the houses spit em right out.

tom petty died twice yesterday and he was no faker.

once he brought the Replacements on tour with him and they even jammed with he and the Heartbreakers from time to time.

the first time I saw Tom Petty was in the mid-80s. the Southern Accents tour.

i was renting a room from an old lady in Inglewood and I walked down to the show at the Forum.

for some reason i had an extra ticket and no one was buying so i placed my ticket down on the ground in the parking lot.

i dont think anyone took it.

next time i saw him was in 1989, also at the Forum, when the Replacements opened.

it was so surreal seeing them play in such a huge place, for them.

i dont remember a thing about Petty’s performance because i was so nuts for the Mats.

im sure i saw him again but the next time I am certain about was in january of 1997.

he played five nights at the legendary Fillmore in Frisco

only reason i know which show i went to was afterwards they were handing out Free posters and it was the night of the green mermaid.

again, no memories of the show other than the poster.

which i have carried around with me from apartment to apartment, lo these 20 years since.

about 10 years ago he played at the Hollywood Bowl and i didn’t have tickets so i brought $100 cash with me but everyone was selling tickets starting at $150

so i went home.

then a few years ago he played several nights at the smaller-than-the-Fillmore Henry Fonda Theater. my buddy Todd had a last minute extra ticket and he asked if i wanted to go, i said hell yeah

and that was the first time i ever took Uber cuz i had to get there fast and i didnt wanna park.

you may have remembered my little blog post about how we sat in the bar and listened through the door for a bunch of it because it sounded soooo good out there in the lobby because Petty had these arena sized amps and it filled the little club so well

probably the best sounding show ive ever been to.

the last time i saw him was just a few weeks ago at the Bowl.

i had heard that he was sick so i didnt sell my tickets.

we went. we laughed. we sang. and we got a little sad when glitches of something not so right appeared through his person.

in fact the whole time i felt like i was watching a time bomb slowly tick tick ticking.

so when they announced on twitter yesterday that he was rushed to the hospital i was all, whattya know, the person who told me was right about his illness.

and then last night he died and even though we were already sad about Vegas, i was doubly sad about Petty

a guy who was never a phony

who was always cool

who never tried to be anyone other than who he was: a chill lover of rock and all that has made up rock.

but i still cant believe he’s gone.

had the most beautiful dream last night

i never dream, so when i do they’re usually bad

because they know they’re unwelcome

but this one was fantastic

and when i woke up i felt good inside.

but as i watched football today i thought

wait a damn second

that dream tricked you.

aint nothing changed in your life.

everythings exactly the same.

because that did not happen.

why would you believe the movie

and not the book.

every day i write the book.

we know what the truth is.

truth is that dog wanted his hair cut that way, aint nobody’s fault.

everybody wants something a little different.

and some people want dreams.

well you can have mine.

free.

did the longest lyft ride i ever did yesterday

prettiest girl you ever did see.

black girl!

curls and curls and curls and curls

fuzzy flip flops and a big purse.

picked her up in the hills of hollywood and we needed to run some errands she told me

most expensive brand lyft has and there i was playing old school smooth jazz from wes montgomery

on a saturday afternoon in los angeles

smack dab on a Jewish holiday.

the roads were smooth, the sun was bright

and first thing she says once we get rolling is

oooh – i like that music.

i have this theory that i may have shared once before about native californians, including native los angelenos and that is that they are extremely mellow and down to earth because if they grew up here

they have seen it all

and i would say that even though she had the funniest way of saying things

she was chill

so we went south then east then west then south

talking about race, soul food, tacos, bell hooks, college, snapchat and most importantly taking three busses to get to high school

hour and a half drive.

there were times when there wasnt anything to say and nothing was said.

rarely does that happen but there it was.

and when it was done she even tipped me.

called my mom as i drove home and called it a day.

but not before ordering some bell hooks off amazon.