my car freaked out and broke something
sean penn published his interview in rolling stone with el chapo
and i partied with todd and sass in dtla
full, crazy, weird, sad, and scary day
im so pissed at uber i cant even begin to tell you
until i saw this this morning driving down Sunset
in fact i turned around to take a picture for you.
why wasnt i going to Coachella? omg let me count the ways
but look at that billboard.
it makes me wonder, will they come out on fire?
will Buckethead join them onstage?
will Tommy Stinson get to jam with Duff
will Elton John show up for Don’t Cry?
will Axl bring his crutches and american flag shorts?
will they let poor Steven Adler play?
and what about Izzy? The heart of those first few records. Will Izzy show up and make it a real reunion? i sorta want those answers and see it live, not through some webcast on my iPad mini as i uber the kids through Palm Desert.
i would like to be welcomed to the jungle
but still, im not so sure.
sometimes im glad i dont have kids because you gotta tell them everything and they dont always believe you, which is good, or understand, which can be frustrating.
one thing im pretty sure id have a problem explaining is the great Dead tune “friend of the devil”.
as you know im basically a born again Christian, but i do love naughty things and i am fascinated by the concept of the devil as an actual living thing.
which isnt why i love this song.
i love it because it’s beautiful and sweet and the sort of thing id want to hear as im waking up slowly on a sunday on a summer day.
i was so lucky to have been around so many hippies at college and sweet people who turned me on to the Dead and what they were about. and unlike how i imagine raising kids would be like, they showed me the aesthetics of that scene by their actions, not their words.
which is why i love this song.
dude has at least two wives, maybe three in this song (one who has a lil baby, but it doesnt look like him).
it’s a jam song in the best way. lots of room to breathe. lots of places for the organ and the guitar and the high hat to do its thing
and then theres the harmonies.
some say they love Dylan songs but only when other people cover them. im not one of those people. i like the rind and the crust AND the gooey center of brie cheese.
but i do love a good Dead cover and Petty and the Heartbreakers, i think, are at their best when then dig down into their Dylan & the Dead roots.
so what would i tell my kids? id say forget about the words, who knows what its about, who cares, just feel it man FEEL IT
and if you cant, go clean yr room
never forget.
sometimes after a super profitable night, like new years, it’s hard to get back in the saddle and drive for normal rates.
but then you get some sorority girls or a fascinating man
or best of all the assistant to two of the hottest rappers to ever come out of Mississippi and you realize, oh yeah, this is why ive been doing it for so long: because of the people.
picked up a nice girl, a white girl, in mid city who said we’re going to Burbank. after a short while it was revealed that we were going to a recording studio.
eventually she clued me in to who she was and who she worked with: a duo of southern rappers who she grew up with called Rae Sremmurd. i told her that i was very old and didnt know who she was talking about.
so i turned on my Spotify (RIP Rdio) and as we played the tracks i realized not only did i know one of their tunes, i knew about four of them. i became very excited and had lots of questions for her: where have they toured, what are they like, where will they play in LA, etc etc.
she said i was the coolest 40-year shes ever met.
i said flattery will get you everywhere.
and even though the ride was a long one, it ended far too quickly. but now im def a fan.
LA rules
yet because of crap in the sewers and drains, we flood easily.
why is there crap in there? because we hardly get any rain. we’ve been involved in a long running drought.
leaves get in there, garbage, branches, guns, ammo, the courage of politicians, the dreams of the broken hearted, rock n roll, good turkey burger recipes,
creative ways to bring back the record industry, the poor, all my cheap sunglasses, all the quarterbacks that could lead the Bears back to the Super Bowl, nachos
starbucks coffee cups with pictures of Jesus on them, spider-man sequels, newpapers who actually try to gear their news towards minorities and young people,
bernie sanders supporters, ron paul supporters, american idol viewers, half burned hoverboards, go cart tires, sissy bars, typewriters, atari consoles, the ideals of thirtysomethings who instead buy bmws and couches they see on pinterest
craft beer bottles, hooker mattresses, jawbreakers, needle nose pliers, my afro, corded phones, freshly beaten fax machines, radio shack signs, lost balloons, circuit cities, dunkin donuts munchkins, white zombie cds, pens with erasers on them, good ideas by network execs,
network execs, tom from myspace, all the bass players of smashing pumpkins, smashed pumpkins, barrels of kale, lost kittens, burnt couches, burnt hippies, affordable housing, the loch ness monster, the missing link, iraqi aluminum tubes, glenn beck’s career, everyones childhood big wheel
remote controls, turkey basters, library cards, self addressed stamped envelopes, tupac, my left foot, the blogosphere and
mtv
one of my new years resolutions is that every week imma see a classic movie i aint never seen before.
kicked it off tonight with claudette colbert and louise beaver in a strange film about race, pancakes, and love.
directed by john stahl, one of the 36 founding members of the academy, one of the odd facts about the movie is the Mammy (beaver) in real life was less than two years older than her daughter (fredi washington) – both actresses were actually in their 30s. washington played a convincing 19 year-old.
what i liked was how it portrayed the rich as people who wear tuxedos, carry canes of all sorts, own furs and employ help.
but really it was an eye opening and in a way progressive view of race and mixed race America in the 1930s.
the film was nominated for best picture, but it was up against the other film colbert starred in that year
it happened one night
two and a half stars
thats what the rain was telling me this morning
tapping on my window in morse code
wake up, sleepyhead
it tapped through the screen to the glass
yo, busblog, it insisted
yes you in there!
life is beautiful, the rain said, we’ve been traveling around the globe
falling, evaporating, floating along
and what we’ve learned is
it’s ok.
it’s perfectly ok.
and sometimes even better.
but you simply must wake up!
said the rain
with only a hint
of sarcasm.
they forgot to bring enough food and snacks.
they have asked their supporters to bring some to them.
at first i didnt understand why the authorities didn’t force them out of the encampment.
but now i am starting to get it.
even the government knows these knuckleheads will starve to death there.
while everyone watching dies of laughter.
so to speak
which means i’ll never be a major
or a captain
or a lieutenant
or a general
or an admiral
which means i’ll never even be a rear admiral
who doesnt wanna be a rear admiral?
since i was a kid playing cowboys and indians, i was always saying fuck that i wanna be the rear admiral.
all the other kids would say aint no rear admiral in cowboys and injuns
and id say omg look over there!
and theyd turn around to where i was pointing
and id kick em right in the rear
and run and say TELL YOUR MOMMA YOU WERE KICKED IN THE REAR FROM REAR ADMIRAL PIERCE
OF THE F U PLATOON.
but what i really wanted was to be a colonel.