Chicago Evening Mail, 1871
so much has changed, and yet nothing has changed
this is how they wrote in the newspaper in the 1800s
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Monthly Archives: July 2021
in art you care about the details
even if you know most people in a gallery or a museum is gonna give your thing
maybe 30 seconds
you still go for it.
you do that so in the rare chance you get someones attention
who is gonna buy your over price thing
maybe they too will appreciate the details you put in there
maybe they too will see what you see or something
even better
something deeper that you didnt even know you put in there.
so thats why the blog posts i do for this ridiculous podcast
of love
are 24 minutes long even though the stats couldnt be more clear
all people are gonna do is give you 10 minutes on a blog post.
but you cant listen to the masses
you gotta listen to yr heart
and the person esping you from the future saying
make that one little extra curley cue
add that extra paragraph or three
insert that weird art
include that video
do the home work
dont be lazy
squeeze
out
every
drop
someone said you didnt study poetry at uc isla v
i said youre right, i studied everything
poetry just came out.
this is one called 22 fillmore that i wrote when i lived in frisco
“22 Fillmore”
jeff was working the express lane at the safe
way on market street when these
gunshots rang out seems these kids for
some reason ganged up on this electric
muni bus and started beating the windows with
sticks junior high school boys bashing the plexiglass
sending shivers of spider web type patterns
all over the people watched the european soccer
finals less than one block away and nobody looked
over this is today which is sunday and the little little kids
had just
cracked open the fire hydrant across from the accosted
bus
but these were different kids
little kids
cooling themselves from the uncommonly
hot san francisco weather.
yesterday we attended the
lesbian parade.
we saw roller skating lesbians
lesbians on stilts
lots of topless lesbians
some lesbians with absolute no clothes on
old lesbians lesbians in wheelchairs
most of the lesbians seemed fairly uncomfortable
hell i was fairly uncomfortable because i was stoned
and was trying to figure out exactly what was it that i was doing
at the lesbian parade.
the kids beating up the bus kept calling the bus driver out
yo motha fucka get the fuck out and get yo ass slapped
sometimes its
like the good lord just wrings as much youth as he can possibly
force and shoves it into some kids
as well as some adults
narciso was driving the bus
a handsome father of three and amazingly well groomed
and not just as compared to other bus drivers
but
narciso knew how to clean up.
gel in the hair, moustache trimmed daily
nose hairs
plucked
eyebrows
plucked
and if you could see through his driving gloves youd see
some of the most well manicured set of nails that youd
ever wanna see.
narciso took his gloves off on this hot sunday in june.
i hope you know i love you.
and reached into his coleman cooler
and retrieved
his three fifty seven magnum
unlocked the safety
and said
narciso you understand
was from spain but if you ever said to him oh hey narciso
i hear youre spanish
he’d say true yes true but i am basque
deatils motherfucka details
narciso was into details like nobodies business.
sure the lesbians were in town but so were the gays too
and people for some reason were known to jump to
immediate conclusions with narciso because of his
good looks, impeccable grooming habits
and sharp attention to details of all sorts
if you said narcisco i’ll see you at the burrito hut at seven
narciscos brut aftershave smelling ass was at the burrito hut
like at 6:58
no problem
no worries
there he is
the man of the hour.
but if you were late.
look out there brothaman.
antonio, seven is not 7:04
seven is not 7:15
seven is seven
narciso pointed that gun straight
at the lead kid who was calling him out
the kid was wearing a san fransico forty-niners
tshirt and long shorts that looked to be falling off
if narciso wanted to he could have shot that bullet
right between his eyes
narciso loved to shoot guns and loved the challenge of
absolute marksmanship.
loved it.
jeff was working the express lane when he heard
narciso put a three inch hole
in the four inch wide stick
that lead kid
was
holding
one half inch above the kids
hand
motha fuck that
narciso said
and pulled away
slowly
from the curb.
this is how you make my day
how great are people i have never met?
ive been learning things
one of the things i learned today is ive gotta figure out how many of these ultra long blog posts do i wanna do
these Hear in LA blog posts take two full days.
maybe two and a half.
ive gotta edit them down.
maybe 5 segments tops, and thats it for the blog.
i had making decisions like this.
more is more for me.
everyone is less is more
im all, sure, say that and then go to Costco
something i learned today was how to make the podcast into a youtube video.
this might be easier for my mom to listen to
this is the latest episode: Christina Ortega
bam!
i dont have an upstairs neighbor but i swear
i hear things up there.
it made me thing: would i believe in ghosts if i had not been told about ghosts?
my neighbor is having a party and its probably just her noise bouncing through the walls
but this place is an xbi fortress. usually you cant hear squat.
but after a year in somewhat absolute silence because people didnt entertain
i can hear every little thing
how? i should be deaf by now.
do you know how many concerts ive been to?
i walked around tonight talking to my mom on the phone and she fell asleep on me.
earlier this week my shrink seemed distracted by more important things too.
am i really that dull?
is this it for me?
what would an interesting person do if they wanted to be
more interesting?
ah yes:
seclude
LOL
it’s not even midnight and im tired
am i getting old? IMPOSSIBLE
day started out fine. i had a lunch scheduled in Pasadena near where i used to work.
got there in plenty of time and it was delicious and the conversation was FANTASTIC
and i learned a lot of things about podcasting and what podcasts to listen to
and about half way in i leaned forward and asked
can we gossip for a quick minute
and it was allowed.
and it was delightful because it wasnt mean spirited at all.
but boy did i learn some things.
then we met the owner of the joint and she was so happy to hear from us. wonderful.
got home around 420pm and i was pooped. but i had another engagement.
this was a podcast interview with one William Campbell who i have known for years through blogging but we had never had a nice long chat before.
FOUR HOURS LATER we still could have gabbed more.
got home and ate my leftovers from lunch and thought about all the things he and i had talked about. holy guacamole am i happy that he asked to be on this podcast.
he taught me things i did not know AND he syched up with things that others had talked about independently about hollywood.
this thing is really becoming a thing.
and now i know why im tired
We Drank A Beer In His Back Yard
and i hardly ever drink.
omg im not old thank God.
good things happened today
some annoying things happened too but on balance it was a good day
got my post up last night of William G., it’s the second in our Hollywood series.
people fucking loved it, as they should, as was expected, and to be honest im not so sure how we top it
in part because he is so intense and wild and going against THE LAW in their face
god bless all the other people ive already interviewed who we have in the can
but very few people live his life and do the things he does.
and get away with it.
i hate re-watching or re-listening things but i must have listened to that interview a dozen times.
heres the crazy long blog post i made for it
heres the podcast
a very lovely woman even reached out to me, someone who i very much wanted to reach out to me and she did. and she said she liked it.
swoon.
thats why you learn to play the guitar. not for the whole arena to applaud.
but for that one right there to just look at you for a minute instead of the bass player.
tomorrow more good things will happen.
hopefully very good things.
but one thing for sure is i am going to podcast with a different william who swears he has some stories.
he better because i wanna wrap up hollywood
and i want to do it in the next two weeks and head to venice.
but you know what happens with best laid plans
Steve Coulter wrote about Popsicko and Keith Brown for the Independent and I got a few words in edgewise
do i really miss everyone
i do.
everyone who has ever been close to me i miss.
etienne once gave me a hard time for that, maybe she was saying she didnt feel special if i was just gonna love ashley and michele and chris AND her
but wtf you dont think it’s possible that the heart can have room for everyone?
mine does.
maybe theres something wrong with it but theres lots of room and even the good book says you should love love love
which when its not there means you’ll miss miss miss.
etienne was a handful at times, but i was too. for all of them. but still i miss her.
i miss them all.
i remember when i saw my first girlfriend mary for the last time.
there was a fire in san diego, it circled where she was
for some reason i was visiting her and when i got there she was really stand offish
WHILE telling me all these terrible things her husband-at-the-time had done to her
but an outsider might have thought that i was the scoundrel.
do i miss mary?
yes.
i miss them all.
i miss the girl in sixth grade i asked to be my gf and she said her dad would kill her if she did
because i am of african decent.
i miss the roller rink we used to go to
i miss the girl who kissed me on the cheek there who was a cheerleader
i miss the music they played there
i miss getting blisters
i miss walking home in the snow because i ran out of quarters and didnt wanna call my mom collect
and it was miles in the dark
but that slush in my sneakers eased the blisters from throbbing.
so now lets rock.