sorry boston fans

predict the score of tonights game

He says Lakers 106 Boston 103

I say Lakers 92 Boston 82

WHAT YOU SAY BUSBLOGGERS?

i wonder cuz i never talk to them so i really have no idea what they think. but they always say hi tony so i figure theyre cool with me.

but i wonder if in the morning they are curious as to who makes my musical selections because every day theyre wildly different.

i try to educate myself each day with the newest cuts of todays sounds. but i have no tolerance to crap so i will switch it out with old school dre or some sort of classic rock.

then i wonder if im waking them. i know one of them is a bartender at a great local bar. i dont wake up ridiculously early but i worry. i dont wanna be a bad neighbor.

meanwhile sometimes i stay up super late and take like a 3am shower. also with music. i try to keep the volume down, but you never know what people can hear.

i never hear them and i wonder if thats because our walls are so great or because theyre actually regular people who come home from work, cook dinner, and then sleep like humans.

i suppose if i really was that uptight id actually go out of my way to befriend them.

but for some reason i believe that a mans home is his hideout, and his privacy should be respected.

today i jammed a grunge era tribute to disco performed by hard rockers and riot grrls.

i was showering a tad earlier than normal because i wanna get out of the office by 545pm to catch this game 7. even though i work pretty close to Staples, the riot police are gonna be out in full force and i really dont wanna find myself on the wrong end of one of those billy clubs.

id rather take in the majesty from the comfort of my hideout.

so much

i love her little black dress.

i love that she refuses to wear anything other than firestation red lipstick.

i love that she refuses to just sing a song as written.

i love that she insists on vocal gymnastics on almost every other line.

i love that shes back and dirrtay and belting it out again.

ive missed her.

its bound to happen. especially here in Hollywood where everyones beautiful.

i’ll catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror and i’ll flinch.

someone will tag me on Facebook and i’ll say is that what i really look like?

or a pretty girl will tie me up to a rotating bed, turn on the smoke machine, start up the video camera, and when the dvd is shipped to my PO Box i will screen it and say god im fat.

im sure it doesnt help that im usually twice as old as the people im being photographed with, or that im bald (and in my minds eye i still have a huge afro), or that clothes just refuse to look good on me.

but then i will find myself watching television and i’ll happen to see a rock star with a legendary producer

gentlemen who are not that much older than me. at all.

and i will notice how aging hasnt overlooked them either

and i’ll ask to be uncuffed, and i’ll find my iphone and pause the telecast

and i will take a digital picture.

and it makes me feel better about myself.

once again my heroes have inspired me, and now i can soldier on.

so over it

just got back from a perfectly fine but strangely disjointed concert, that may have turned me off to the concert experience for a little while.

it was activisions E3 party. you may recall last year Ali and i went to the wiltern and saw travis barker and dj am, jay-z, and eminem do their collective things.

turned out they sold a bunch of guitar heros cuz this year it was at staples and it was usher, janes addiction, chris cornell, maynard doing bohemian rhapsondy, n.e.r.d., eminem with special guest rihanna.

on paper it was spectacular, but america thats why they dont play these games on paper.

in person it was fine, free beers, free snacks, only half of staples was filled so everyone had a good seat. but it was so disjointed and awkward with weird pauses inbetween sets, and the people only got to play a few songs.

no mc, no host, just this weird dj up in the stands trying to fill the gaps with popular tunes.

i drank. the girls next to me laughed and took pictures of themselves. i took a picture of them and when they got back from the powder room they handed me two beers. so i was content.

but bored.

is this really it for me? can one big band after another not satisfy my attentions? usher danced. eminem stopped around. maynard was vulnerable and powerful. rihanna looked super hot.

and janes addiction was finally able to air out their old classic mountain song in a proper arena whose echos perfectly matched the psychedelia of the twenty year old monster.

but still i got home barely buzzed and hungry for more than just cold chicken in the fridge.

am i at the age where the only music that would please me are my kids doing some super cute recital for grade school? if so just kill me now.

and i always will

blogger, wine guy, and fantastic artist MacLeod writes of this piece:

Having learned about the African Slave Trade and all its horrors back in school, it’s easy to forget that not all slavery is like that.

A hundred and fifty years after Lincoln, my peers and I have a different kind of slavery to contend with, the slavery we impose upon ourselves.

Enslaving ourselves to the jobs, careers and lifestyles we hate, just in order to pay the bills. Just in order to buy fancy stuff that makes us look good on paper.

It never occurred to me when I was younger, that this kind of slavery has an element of complicity to it.

We got ourselves in this situation, partly because we willed it. We WANTED that outcome. We wanted the fancy stuff. We didn’t want to do the hard work work that would keep us away from it. We just wanted an easy life….

Mediocrity seduced us. Mediocrity won.

It’s never too late to break out of this cycle, luckily.

It all depends what you’re willing to give up. Only you can answer that.

buy all his prints. make him richer than Lady Gaga

find themselves in what chicago now is calling a catfight

all i see are midwestern girls being midwestern girls.

and for once im enjoying that incessant fratellis song