interview with Drew Martin

drew in front of a painting he created

Of the Murderers Row at the Daily Nexus in the late ’80s, early ’90s, our secret weapon was the Art Desk.

Led by your boy Todd Francis, no fewer than a dozen artists could be seen in the award winning college newspaper’s pages during any given week. Any one of them would have been stars on their own on any other paper, but at the Nexus they were just another great reason to smile.

color blind boyDrew Martin was tall, quiet, sensitive, insightful, with a spirituality of an Indian shaman mixed with the cool disposition of a 747 pilot.

While his peers donned thrift store chic and mismatched socks, Drew was impeccably dapper: fitted ironed shirts and all around GQ style.

He was clearly a cop. But his cartoons were out of this world.

The one I remember most was a series about a tall skinny young man who had many questions for the universe.

Obviously autobiographical, but not at all narcissistic, in one episode the hero strips down nude and climbs the Career Resource Building on campus at night and stares into the stars and eventually falls asleep, fragile, innocent, and open to answers.

I believe some watercolors were involved, lots of lines, and some backwards lettering. Not at all the type of juvenile frat boy nonsense you’d see in college papers around the country, this was deep, inspiring heavy shit.

And like I said before, it was just one of the long line of illustrative genius within the pages that many took for granted from the Nexus because it came at you every damn day. Each day beefier than the next. Each page more fascinating. Each week a cacophony of creativity.

Because Drew was sent from another planet to keep an eye on our friends, he accepted Matt Welch and Ben Sullivan’s invitation to join English language newspaper in Prague they’d started after we were all done at UCSB, Prognosis. Beers were fifty cents and rent was $50 and instead of being another forgotten intern at a dumb dusty daily, these revolutionaries got to continue to blaze new journalistic paths on their own terms with the spirit of the world’s greatest college rag as their compass.

While many of the staff dressed and looked like this:

layne and whalen

Drew looked like this:

drew martin in prague
photos by Karen Broome

I only remember working personally with Drew one time at the Daily Nexus. (A nod to the saying about Woodstock: if you remember it, you weren’t there)

I was putting together Friday Magazine which had always been a comedy publication but because I didn’t think I could pull off 8 pages of yucks, I turned it into a druggie thing called Fryday Magazine in hopes of quickly being relieved of my duties. What i really wanted was to run the Arts section.

So the plan was to fill every page with different ways to do drugs on campus and in neighboring Isla Vista. And who better to exploit than our huge stable of artists. Instead of page numbers I had the talented Moish draw a variety of mushrooms. So on page two there would be two mushrooms, page three would have three… On the cover was a drawing of a student reading the issue they were holding in their hand while his mind was exploding with all sorts of psychedelia and clip art. Inside there was a map with tips on where to do what and where not to do the other.

Of course I wanted Drew to contribute and I’m not sure if he did or not but I do remember one moment of clarity. After I explained the theme, Drew said a friend of his was going to try LSD for the first time and he asked if I had any advice. That question inspired me to ask a different artist to create some art that we would put in squares on the paper and deem “do it yourself blotter: just add acid” so the readers could literally get high off their school’s newspaper.

I looked Drew right in the eye and very slowly said, “before you takes any hallucinogens, clean yr  room.”

Yesterday, a million years after we ruled the world beneath Storke Tower, Drew asked for and received an interview with me and I was very honored to participate. You can read it here on his long running blog The Museum of Peripheral Art.

when im not volunteering at the soup kitchen

anna kournikovasexting anna or fighting crime for the xbi

i’m doing my best to be a great son.

so every mothers day i send my mom flowers and a note and she always takes a picture of the bouquet and regardless of its condition she always says

soooo beautiful!

whats weird is it’s very difficult for florists in chicago to actually put together a truly beautiful arrangement and deliver it to my mom so every year i try a different place.

last year i was satisfied. the place got these great tulips together and got them to the crib and all was good in the hood.

so this year i ordered with plenty of time and the delivery fee was fine and the price was right but

in my mind

they said they had to deliver it on Thursday before Mother’s Day which didn’t bother me. because as long as it’s early thats cool.

so i called my mom yesterday and i said how are the flowers

she said, there were no flowers.

and i nearly crashed the helicopter.

was all Siri, what the fuck

and Siri was like, bro the flowers wont be there until Tuesday

i was all, Tuesday? Why Tuesday? and Siri said because thats when you set the order for n word. and i rewinded my memory but it didn’t go that far back and im telling you, i might be losing my mind. in the history of me being my mothers son ive never snet her a Mothers Day gift late, why would i Schedule something to be late?

it gets worse.

my mom was all, i know i told you you didnt have to send anything, but i was on my way to the hairdresser and it was Saturday and you hadnt sent anything and I saw an Amazon truck and sometimes you send me weird things and I had never even seen an Amazon truck before so i turned around and asked the man

is there something in there for me?

and he said, no.

worst son in the entire planet!

but because shes the greatest mom in the world she said, dont worry you can make it up to me when you come out here in the fall.

i said i can?

she said yeah, just get me some Cubs tickets and buy the first few rounds of beers.

which is 100% true. and why i love her so. and why anna has such a hard time getting me to commit.

do you know some people actually pretend to get uptight about words?

old chella

they waste their time trying to look good, but they fail.

and worse, they never get to any real issue. let’s say someone uses a word that you’d never hear Tom Brokaw use.

instead of trying to figure out if that word triggers something to themselves, they do the most obvious thing

they say, “that word should not be acceptable for use.”

which makes me say, “the concept that some words should not be acceptable to use is fucked up”

and then we devolve into a bunch of monkeys barking at each other.

words in the hands of people not being 100% honest are far more dangerous than

words in the hands of people trying to make an actual point.

do we all pretend a little as we go through our day?

how are you? FINE

how was your weekend? GOOD

sure, but none of that adds to the real conversations of our lives.

while i’m not surprised that some people are stuck in the boring motions of automatic responses and faux outraged,

it does become tiresome after awhile.

what i am encouraged by is things like DesertTrip.com, a concert of six incredible artists from the 60s

who DID NOT say fine when they got to rock the mic

they said and sang things that were uncomfortable, controversial, and real.

and now they have found a way to charge a pretty penny to say it

and people are gobbling it up.

rock on, my niggas

 

i tried an experiment last night but im no scientist

tumblr_nt9comvtZO1qa0rryo1_500had a couple of fun rides including this group that included these two i picked up at a swanky apartment complex

they had both ordered a pool and it just so happened they were at the same place going to frat row.

on the way the girl goes to the guy, where do i know you, i KNOW you!

he says yeah i know you too, who are your friends? and i was thinking look how cute this gurl is we could be here all night as she lists off all her friends. but she starts anyways because whatevers

finally she says who are your friends. and i was thinking to myself this is no way to deduce.

he goes where do you work. she giggles.

she says where do you work then she says OMG WE WORKED TOGETHER FRESHMAN YEAR IN THE LIBRARY!

turned out he’s now on the football team.

omg youre the kicker, right? she said.

no, safety. but close!

the republicans tried to let a retard be president and we got 9/11

trumpand theres part of me that thinks trump is a lucky retard in the same way some people get lucky when they play video games

sometimes if you just smash all the buttons when youre playing a shoot em up game, sometimes you win that level.

im sure trump knows a thing or two about how to get off the hook from being bankrupt

but maybe all he knows is who the right bankers are to ask for forgiveness.

plus didnt he make his money off new york real estate? and didnt he get in when ny real estate was really low and didnt he pretty much just ride the wave as it got really high?

is that smart or is that luck? right place right time?

sometimes i wonder about his confidence. is it confidence or is it the power of positive thinking? the hispanics dont love him and FOR SURE the best taco bowls are not made in Trump Tower Grill.

we know the first isnt true because Trump pinatas are selling at an all-time high.

but now the next time im at Trump Tower Grill imma have to try a taco bowl because im a damn scientist and i want to see really how good they are.

even though they are basically a taco with a wall around them.

they dont look healthy. they look hella fattening and like the lady on instagram writes all the time “you didnt eat that.”

i mean look at that mess. he barely has touched it.

because i like a nice revenge story, i am thrilled that Trump is the GOP nominee and not even the so-called GOP “leaders” want to support him. he’s hurt their widdle feelings. he beat all of their best men and women. but seriously who couldnt beat lying ted, little marco, crazy ben carson, low energy Jeb, and the rest of the morons in that clown car of dont tax the rich and dont let women have control over their own bodies?

so i am happy that Hillary will be able to do the actual worst thing the GOP could imagine: regaining the White House and filling DC with women, minorities, transgenders, leftists, socialists and true liberals.

sure shes probably gonna get us into a war or two that we shouldnt be in because she will think that she has to prove that the first female president isnt a pushover, but

maybe, just maybe, she wont take the bait. maybe she will say, human life is more important than politics.

and maybe she will be more concerned with stacking the supreme court with the most pinko libs archie bunker could have ever imagined.

and thus her revenge will last for decades.

taco bowls in every driveway, amigos.

new yorker gets in the car says how long till we get to the Grove

benzit was rush hour, we were on the other side of beverly hills

and the Waze said 17 minutes.

17 minutes i told him.

he says i’ll give you $20 if you can get there in 11 minutes.

so i peeled out and said, hold on on bro

the problem with trying to get from one side of beverly hills to the grove is theres no easy way.

theres so many ways the traffic flow blocks you.

just getting to La Cienega is rough. mostly because of 3rd Street.

and of course all the olds who drive their cars so gingerly and cautious

as if theyd never taken the route before. JUST GO ALREADY you say at every stop sign.

but once you make the Uturn on La Cienega to get through the neighborhoods that amber once lived in you

oh crap, i have 2 minutes to get through the neighborhood? i’ll never make it

so i got on 3rd street and its jammed and because its not yet 7pm i couldnt turn left anywhere

so i try and try and at one point theres something very dangerous i could do

or i could wait like a a patient, responsible man

btw the passenger in the back was enjoying my trip

he had one hand on his phone, doing business deals (which were fascinating)

and one hand on the handle of the roof.

so of course i try the super dangerous thing!

but a truck turned the corner and stifled my move.

good try the guy said, adding, thats some weird puerto rican cabbie shit right there.

after the truck passed i went for the danger again

because who cares about life limb and cops

and we sped through the alley behind the sandwich shop and went the wrong way through

the farmers daughter

and boom, the grove.

still on the phone the dude pulled out his wallet and even though i didnt make it in time

he still gave me the $20 because i tried my hardest.

when he got out and shut the door i drove off

and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed

because that was so fun.

when bloggers turn

best parking space

Remember when Virginia Postrel was an interesting, big time blogger? Have you noticed she has sorta fallen off the radar. Today she popped her head up in this contradictory and surprisingly unfair op-ed in the New York Post.

In her piece she pats herself on the back for being “a good tipper” but then says will not be tipping her Uber drivers and suggests to her readers to follow her lead. She goes further by saying she will save that money for her hotel maid.

Unlike maids, Uber drivers pay for their own car, gas, insurance, and maintenance and drive at the whim of the company who can raise and lower the rates whenever they please (typically the company lowers the fares).

Unlike hotels, Uber can flood the market with as many competitive cars as they wish making it tougher for drivers to pay for those cars/gas/repairs, etc. And unlike maids drivers have to deal with your ungrateful bs on the daily while in traffic often while you’re drunk/buzzed/irritated.

This handwringing over giving someone two fucking dollars for a ride that just a few years ago would have cost you double if not triple, is some of the most entitled bullshit i’ve seen since al gore invented the internet.

It needs to stop.

Give your driver a few bucks and get over it.

would i leave LA? sure.

jackie johnsonwhat would i miss?

all my friends,

this incredible weather.

jackie johnson.

good tacos.

good soul food.

my complete wreck room.

my little cats.

my landlord who never calls me back.

“traffic”

runyon

little joy, good luck, 4100, canters

hollywood blvd

rodney on the roq

grand central market

venice, santee alley, mr. ramen

the all you can eat section of dodger stadium

amoeba, the bowl, the greek, the roxy

don antonios, laurel canyon, the original tommys

jilada, kogi, the mondrian

melrose, crenshaw, ventura, isla vista, home, botegga louie, that ramen place in pass sass  took me to.

midnight tacos, neptunes net, el compadre

the vista, hollywood forever, vegas, the ace, house of pies, prado

shortstop, tuk tuk thai, arclight, chez jay, natalee thai

guelaguetza

5 barbers no waiting, randys donuts, z pizza, angel city brewery

the cerritos library

huntington hospital, three clubs, blossom

and zuma

why this headline should say “Uber Driver’s Family Gets $500k”

uber driver

Journalists aren’t the only ones who don’t know how to deal with Uber, cops need help too.

Over the past two years that Uber has been a household word, news stories about Uber Driver This and Uber Driver That get published breathlessly every week in coverage that no other transportation sector attracts.

No matter if the suspected criminal was actually ridesharing at the moment of the crime or not, the word Uber somehow gets popped in the headline.

Unless something good happens, and then it miraculously disappears from the headline and the fact that ridesharing Actually was the reason something happened is the also buried into the tale.

Look no further than this story. An Uber driver was involved in an accident in 2014 in Santa Clara. He had a dashcam. He had the damaged car towed to his cousin’s house and went home with the dashcam.

st. claraTurns out the Uber driver didn’t own the car. The owner of the car showed up to the cousin’s house to look at the car and get the dashcam. When he was told it wasn’t in the house, the owner called the cops, who a few days later searched the house and then much later took a battering ram to the house looking for the camera.

The cousin then sued the cops for super totally overreacting and said they did so because he was Muslim. This week the city settled with the cousin for a half million. $150k going to his lawyers and $350k going to him. Oh yeah, and he works for for the border control for Homeland Security.

So are we to believe that cops went aggro at the residence of, basically, one of their own, because he was Muslim? In Santa Clara, in the heart of Silicon Valley, which is home to many many peaceful and law-abiding Muslims?

No. The cops went aggro because in 2014 Uber was new and unproven. Cops are leery and would die to be one of the first to reveal OMG video of an Uber car getting into a crash. Imagine the potential handwringing!

So they huffed and they puffed and knocked down dude’s door. Who knows what other Uber-related incriminating evidence could be in there?

Tell me that’s not more believable than: OMG I CANT STAND THOSE MUSLINS LETS HARASS THEM IN BROAD DAYLIGHT SURROUNDED BY ALL THEIR MUSLIN FRIENDS

In Santa Clara? Named after a saint?

Santa Clara’s State Rep is a Democrat who has served since 2007, its State Senator is a Democrat who replaced a previous Democrat who was termed out. Santa Clara’s US Rep is a Democrat who has served for three years who replaced a long time Democrat who had just retired.  I’m not saying a heavily Democratic area can’t have some bad cops…

But I am saying, what is far more likely is even though technically the gentleman had the type of job that would usually shield him from such police aggression, it was probably not because of his religion that the officers were so intensely motivated, it was the evidence they were seeking, namely that it would be negative towards Uber.

And that’s why we need Uber drivers in every newsroom.

Or better yet, journalists to admit that they too overreact when a negative so-called Uber story appears and clam up when a positive one pops up. Or so it seems in their papers and websites.