i had a nice valentines day.

i hope you did too. very cute young woman picked my ass up and we went to the beverly center for chinese early around 4:20p. traffic was a bitch in la because of the nba allstar festivities which are still going on.

we couldnt even get into the parking lot and she said she knew of somewhere if i liked italian.

i told her that i grew up in the shadow of the italian-american hall of fame. i told her that my first kiss was angela romano. that my long lost lust is tracey degrazia. that my best friend was bob milleta. that my, she was all just say yes or no.

i said yes and we ended up on highland right next to melrose. very close to the mansion that jeanine rents. and she was right it was good and it wasnt crowded and the waiter was awesome and everything was all “no pressure”.

he started us off with some brichotto. then two complimentary glasses of red. he called it “a little taste of tuscanny.” she had pasta i had lasagne. we toasted valentines day. the wine made us warm. she got a little color on her pale cheeks. i wanted to play footsies but shes short and sat indian style in the booth and she quizzed me on facts about her if we ever ended up in the newlywed game.

what size am i?

30?

no 2-4-6-8-10 like that.

oh, 4?

6 silly.

ah.

whats my bra size?

36 D?

yes!

just lucky.

you are lucky.

later i tooker to my place. which was a mess. i wasnt expecting a date. i thought id just write to you and watch tv. she said she didnt care. i got a fire going thanks to a half of a duralog and some wood that i hadnt used all winter.

she tossed me the keys to her t-top. she said she wanted me to pick up some red as she went through the grammys on my tivo. apparently she missed it.

drove over to Jons cuz theyre not on strike. got some merlot and some pink champagne. also a tin of brie and a loaf of french bread. also whipped cream. also milk eggs bacon incase she was spending the night. it was only 8:30p the joys of the early dinner. got back and she had slipped into something totally ridiculous.

white everything. up top, down the legs, snaps, buckles. lil bow in her hair. candles had been lit. porn had been chosen. like christmas except there werent any cards to read. i was lucky, am lucky. i know it. so i represented. right there on the couch.

hard wood floors echo but it was valentines day, no better sound than what was happening. long time ago i learned about the little breaks when youre changing positions. its ok to drink a sip to keep the buzz going. but make it quick. not for you but for her. dont switch positions until youve finished something. we went through a few. i once knew a girl who hated the bedroom. i remembered her as we kept it in the front room. something was on tv. i didnt pay attention. something was on me. it was her she was saying how she loved being a little slut for me. i said is that being a slut. she said yeah. i said you can do better than that baby.

she did.

when we were done we watched the 3 point contest and the slam dunk contest (pictured) and she ate the bread and i ate the cheese since shes lactoce intolerant something i never knew. then we slept restlessly because some people arent meant to sleep in the bed. theyre meant to play there.

nobody sleeps on a basketball court, for example.

and in the morning we ate capn crunch.

there will be a new update to lick tomorrow night.

christina + lisa + nay

it’s nba allstar weekend here in la.

and everyone is celebrating magic johnsons contribution to the game.

all i have to say is motherfucker makes us forget that he has AIDS.

he looks better, sounds stronger, looks fatter than ever before.

he doesnt even look like hes aging, let alone dying.

magic johnson played every position in the finals as a rookie including center because kareem got hurt, and the lakers won the championship and now hes beating AIDS.

amazing.

he has a half dozen movie theatres here in LA in the hood.

several starbucks as well.

bought fat burger, the best hamburger chain in LA.

and TGIF!

i wrote a letter to him when i was in college when it was discovered that he got HIV.

im glad they got a tv show together and had jessica simpson sing for him.

im glad they made an ugly statue of him to put infront of staples.

but they should put one in front of the forum too. a better one. a bigger one.

cuz thats where he kicked everybodys ass.

except for that time that mj kicked his ass.

i love you magic.

if i was the mayor, id name the ten the magic johnson freeway.

planet sara + kzug + dc thornton + tina

dear readers of the busblog,

happy valentines day.

i hope that this day brings you love and happiness and sexiness and smiles. for thats what each of you bring to me every day.

some of you comment. thats nice. some of you write. thats nice. some of you take off your clothes for me and send me the pictures. sometimes thats nice.

some of you have started to write for Lick. that might be the nicest thing of all.

some of you give me money or bid on my auctions or buy my crap. thats unbelieveable.

and then some of you, better still, come over to my house and do some of the most amazing things. thats, well, bizzare. i dont understand any of that one bit. but i love it, and im grateful.

love is all around. and for that im also grateful.

i love living in LA i love living in hollywood i love living near my friends and in the warmth and minutes away from two terribly gorgeous exgirlfriends who continue to love me in ways no one including me can fathom.

i love living in the town that tsar built. punk rock has its own standards of success. no one could refute the sex pistols being successful despite only having one album and one us tour. tsars new record comes out very soon and it’ll be interesting if their label does a better job with hyping that record better than they’re hyping labelmates the polyphonic spree who are also creative and poppy.

i love being able to get away with murder in just about every aspect of my life except my career.

i love the people who i work with and my view of los angeles.

i love that ive been able to make out with the hottest girls in town.

i love that ive been able to pull off this no car thing.

i love the internet and its free porn and music and movies. thank you mr. gore. yes, this does make up for tipper.

i love you dsl i love you direct tv and tivo for you i must thank the Lord above. thank You thank You thank You.

i want to thank the good people of Captain Morgan’s for keeping me stocked up with that spiced shit, i love you all.

i love the wacky kids at Blogger slash Google who made all of this possible. some say the blogging revolution was inevitable and i call bs on that. a Lot of things pre-dated blogging including full blown web sites. but there was something missing in Live Journal and Open Diary and Geocities and aol and message boards and yahoo groups. blogger nailed it, made it easy, were able to handle the periods of success and not implode like whats happening over at friendster. i love what theyve created and im indebted.

i love ebay and paypal and hugh hefner for showing us how its done and i love the ghost of charles bukowski who haunts what is now known as little armenia.

i love herbal remedies, the woman who makes the tom kha kai at palms thai, the old man who tells me dirty jokes in the morning at the xbi gift shop when i get my oj and bagel.

i love howard stern.

i love my true love.

and i love my mom.

happy valentines day america,

tony

raymi + bunny + bunnie + splinkee + tiffany + raspil + mad pony + steph + moxie

If 13 people sit down to dinner together, all will die within the year.

in korea townThe Turks so disliked the number 13 that it was practically expunged from their vocabulary (Brewer, 1894).

If you have 13 letters in your name, you will have the devil’s luck (Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, Jeffrey Dahmer, Theodore Bundy and Albert De Salvo all have 13 letters in their names).

There are 13 witches in a coven.

Twelve gods were invited to a banquet at Valhalla. Loki, the Evil One, god of mischief, had been excluded from the guest list but crashed the party anyway, bringing the total number of attendees to 13. True to character, Loki raised hell by inciting Hod, the blind god of winter, to attack Balder the Good, who was a favorite of the gods. Hod took a spear of mistletoe offered by Loki and obediently hurled it at Balder, killing him instantly. All Valhalla grieved. And although one might take the moral of this story to be “Beware of uninvited guests bearing mistletoe,” the Norse themselves apparently concluded that 13 people at a dinner party is just plain bad luck.

the Bible tells us there were exactly 13 present at the Last Supper. One of the “disciples” betrayed Jesus Christ, setting the stage for the Crucifixion.

the Crucifixion took place on a Friday.

friday the thirteenth.

– from about.com

On October 13, 1307, a day so infamous that Friday the 13th would become a synonym for ill fortune, officers of King Philip IV of France carried out mass arrests in a well-coordinated dawn raid that left several thousand Templars ? knights, sergeants, priests, and serving brethren ? in chains, charged with heresy, blasphemy, various obscenities, and homosexual practices. None of these charges was ever proven, even in France ? and the Order was found innocent elsewhere ? but in the seven years following the arrests, hundreds of Templars suffered excruciating tortures intended to force ‘confessions,’ and more than a hundred died under torture or were executed by burning at the stake.

Tales of the Knights Templar, Warner Books

Someone looked at traffic fatalities in Finland on Friday the 13th as opposed to other Fridays. They found that there were more traffic fatalities on Friday the 13th but only for women. I was asked to comment on this study. Clearly, it could be an anomaly. But my interpretation of the study was that it’s generally understood that women are more superstitious than men. If you add that piece of information to the Finnish results, it could be true that women driving on Friday the 13th were more anxious and may have been involved in more accidents because of their beliefs.

seattle post

did you know that bunnie is back in america. yep. welcome back, baby.

this week in rock in los angeles

tonight

berlin, the canyon

lee rocker, cozy’s

kanye west, house of blues

tony bennet, disney concert hall

mort sahl w/ mare winningham, mccabes

saturday 2/14

r. kelly, la entertainment center

deep purple with thin lizzy, wiltern

billy vera and the beaters, cozy’s

kanye west, key club

sunday 2/15

busta w/ lil kim, la entertainment center

snoop dogg’s playas ball, key club

the spazmatics, dragonfly

swell, spaceland

monday 2/16

metal shop, viper room

tuesday 2/17

michael penn, largo

cannibal corpse, key club

melissa etheridge, house of blues

wednesday 2/18

becky, viper room

stephen pearcy, cat club

melissa etheridge, house of blues

thursday 2/19

star fuckers, cat club

nina hagen, key club

supersuckers w/ the hangmen, roxy

melissa etheridge, house of blues

la blogs + joz joz joz + kate sullivan

im listening to courtney loves new cd

lauren rocket

via netscapes full cd listening party. this will be my first listen of it and now i will write about it in realtime.

1. mono

did you miss me? did you miss me? courtney asks. yes baby yes. shes screaming. shes talking about ecstacy bad drugs and hard luck. i love her. this track rocks along. it sounds like a song that i would hear in a club from a soon-to-be signed band. i like that. she just said handjob. nice chorus. i love courtney. why does everyone fuck it all up and try to hate her. we need more courtneys not less. i gotta hear it tonight i gotta hear it tonight. she sounds desperate.

2. But Julian, I’m a Little Older Than You

starts out great. lots of words. whoops whats that there. a bridge? fake bridge? oh ok back to the words. i see paris i see france… ok not sure i know whats happening. i can smell her on you everywhere? i see, shes crazy. shes panting now. oi? i hear romeo void here. wheres the saxamaphone? shes a little bit older than us. and because of that she knows where we live. thats the lesson of this song.

3. Hold On To Me

ah, a slow song. we love it when courtney sings pretty like in malibu. this is one of those. this is a song i would cry to if i had a girlfriend right now who broke up with me. i love her voice. what a nice voice. people asked what courtney would sound like if she ran out of songs that kurt wrote for her. i think thats a mean thing to say. but if its a serious question, this is your answer. are those strings? no, psych furs keyboards. im the center of the universe shes teling us. i would call this song fm. its very rent-a-car and listen to the local fm station play aor. if i was courtney i wouldnt play these types of songs anymore. she should ask herself if guns n roses would sing it. or tom waits. this song they would turn off right away.

4. Sunset Strip

courtney sounds like paul westerberg here a little. whoops not any more. she sounds crazy but also adorable and vulnerable. dare i say girlie. she sure licked that l in climb (ka-LIME-buh). bad food bad sex bad tv… take all these stupid things away. like lines like those. i dont know how i feel about this. shes singing pretty good. the lyrics are bad and good at the same time. the singing, theres a lot of it. lots of words. were you jerking off to her or jerking off to me. i would like to hear someone cover this. yes, i would. its building up. you know this is all courtney. im glad theyre not calling this hole. is that whats missing. is that the problem here. too much courtney. did that guy… i got pills cuz im the best and worst dressed… i got pills cuz my coochies sore….

ok im gonna listen to that one again. i like this streaming but the sound isnt all that great. is that the idea? im glad i didnt have to register or anything. thanks for leaving out that annoying step.

it starts off good. about how she has everything. shes on top of the world. but she wants something. look at me for the very last time… rock stars pop stars everyone dies… i know i wont see tomorrow. i like this song. maybe it takes two times. it is a replacements song isnt it. she seems sad. this song sounds like something off pleased to meet me. that didnt make the cut. its better than lots of whats on the radio right now. yes i like it.

cuz we know we’re too good for tomorrow. how many suicide notes are we gonna see that written on in pink ink. this is a hard song to sing. she keeps getting more passionate is that the word. it keeps going up. sing this on american idols fuckers. it sounds like a song a guy would write in his first band ever. but better.

5. All The Drugs – hi, she just said fuck. isnt this supposed to be the netscape + aol “clean version”? my children are now totally useless to society. nice bass riff. all. the. drugs. too bad she hates marilyn manson. he coulda helped her make this one sound less 70s although i love that bass riff. its like deep purple. its like a little motorhead. theres that guitar i heard in the last record that made her seem old. hi. courtney is sounding like cher when she says mon-aye. shes saying that all the money isnt as good as all the drugs. its dragging here at the end. i think this is where the good guitar solo should be. this should be a guitar solo song like how moby dick was a drum solo song. eddie van halen would have done nicely since he hasnt done anything in 20 years worth shit. guest in courtneys next record and make her let you play 4-5 minutes of guitar jam in her next middle-less tune. this one coulda used your dying ass.

6. Almost Golden – i think rodney played this last sunday. i like this one. color me impressed. theres that rimshot beat from the last record. might even be the same beat. courtneys voice is doubled on the chorus. doesnt she have a friend to sing with? is melissa in this band any more? doesnt sound like it. that chick from the donnas probably woulda sang with you baby. we’ll see which one of us gets out alive? jim morrison is turning in his waterbed in africa. wasnt the end of catcher in the rye something about stay gold. is that what this is about. i hope not. sorta bad song.

7. I’ll Do Anything – teen spirit intro. interesting. get me from behind. im shocked. i like this. i cant type. its good. ok bad guitar solo for a second. lots more words. shes good at the words here. she sounds great. this would be an easy video to make. she wants him to throw her against the wall. gimme gimme. she wants it wants it. but why doesnt she want a good guitar player? i thought she was rich. she wants things. not sure what she wants. white boys and big black men? would i do her? again you mean?

8. Uncool – the begining here sounds like “dreamweaver”. good. ok no longer good. back to the mellow part. good. wait, bad. yeah this is a song that doesnt know if its a big song or a little song. this is something that should be a b-side. movie song? what the hell is it about. better solo. slightly. she wants to be uncool? keep making songs like this. this band seems totally studio. no heart. no style. no flavor. this isnt hole is it. who’s in this band. did courtney play all the instruments. once again, marilyn manson coulda helped you out on this one. he would have wiped his ass with it. and not in the good way. courtney please dont write these sorta songs. this does not befit a rock goddess, t’all.

9. Life Despite God – drunk. screaming. stark. theres an organ. now a tambournie. she sounds like maria mckee after losing a fight. she seems fucked up. i like that. baby baby baby shame on you. karisa said that people wouldnt want to buy her record if she kept getting thrown in jail. i disagree. everyone likes a train wreck. its beautiful with the right lighting. this song has the right lighting. oops i just heard fuck. netscape! my children! damn good song here. nearly blues. here comes the rainnnnnnnyyyeah.

i will

fuck

you up.

nice nice tune baby. some little girl sing this on american idol and she’d straight up win. this is scatty now, i love it. screaming now. perfect. kurt wrote this one didnt he. its so good. lack of production helped this one. nothing got in the way.

10. Hello – shut up, im gonna take your innocence for free. is how it starts with another 70s riff. shes doing the right thing. lots of hellos in the back. this is better than the earlier songs of this cd. why are two pretty damn good songs in there this deep. what if the kids in virgin records at the listening stations have to pee and dont make it this far down.

my babys dead. huh? what happened to this song. why this here in the middle? ok im officially confused. more hellos. i do like that part. will i get this cd. of course. its flawed as hell. maybe i wont. fire! what!?

11. Zeplin Song – second time she has mentioned a bus stop bench. sadly this might be the worst hole song ive ever heard. what is happening here. didnt she spend a lot of time doing drugs during the last few years. this is all you get after all that? shes talking about star sailor. not nearly as well as how pavement talked about stp. is she dissing zeplin. yeah, worst hole song ever. crazy in a bad way.

12. Never Gonna Be the Same – this sounds like a kiss song. a slow one. now it sounds like a motely crue first album ballad. too fast for courtney love. she just mentioned “show a little faith in me” and this tune sorta sounds like shes been listening to that a lot. its nice. maybe she shoulda covered it like mandy moore did so nicely. i like this one too. now it sounds like “goodbye to romance” without that amazing chorus. and of course no randi rhodes. this would be great in concert. lighters everywhere. i hope she plays only clubs. this would kill in a club. how on earth could you put zeplin song on the same record as this song and some of those others? who is telling courtney that shes making some bad choices? did drew appove of zep song? this is nice. thank you courtney. this is a good song.

ok so thats the record. not bad. sorta good. this is one of those instances where the iPod would be perfect. download the good songs and ignore the total failures. her muff-like shrieks are lame. but whatev. she seems to want to talk and sing a lot and i guess that shouldnt suprise me, but its a mighty chatty record. with that come some good lines. definately no trace of corgan or reznor. sad.

next record courtney needs to get filter to back her. or do an acoustic record. did i say folk? i might have. the thing that courtney is doing is trying to rock and i love her for that. but shes a mom. i hate to say it but she is showing some signs of mommy on the edges. shes not your typical mom but shes not the blue jean leather jacket rocker that she is trying to be on this record. the only time she seems dangerous is when its self inflicted. thats not what we need.

if she wants to rock the way it seems like she wants to rock shes going to need help. even neil young has crazy horse. that first hole record had a crazy horse present. this one doesnt. at all. which is sad because courtney is still a powerful presence and has a distinctive voice and collaboration wouldnt be such a bad move on the next one.

courtney called howard stern today + courtney love dot com + virginia anne + gods lonely man

barbie is breaking up with ken.

i dont blame her. fuck ken. women get barbie and we have that dickless prettyboy?

other thank smile, in 47 years wtf has ken done.

he’s kept the weight off. i’ll give him that. i looked in the mirror the other night and there is a gut there, america. wasnt pretty.

not like ken.

smiley.

ken always seemed like he was waving at something.

what the hell was he always waving at.

fuck ken.

put “ken” into google and whattya get?

you get the substance abuse and mental health services administration.

i dont know why.

maybe cuz ken’s a druggie.

which is the secret reason why barbie, who never really seemed to have much use for bro before, kicked his plastic ass to the curb.

the second return of ken into google is ken layne and the corvids.

the best record that came out last year.

if barbie’s ken was in the corvids he wouldnt be waving goodbye to her sweet ass today.

btw, all the corvids have hot babes.

i got invited today to coachella.

the huge rock concert in the desert about 90 minutes away from hollywood.

two hot chicks might go. together. they may want to be with them. you know what i mean. every mans fantasy. but because i have been assigned the job of living this way so as to report back to you, this fantasy will become a reality.

heres my only problem.

im old.

im 110.

i look younger than that but its all xbi cgi.

this is what i want from coachella. i want an old fucks sextion.

luxury seats at the rock show.

i want it airconditioned, i want it shaded, i want tv screens. i want it to come with complimentary binaculars so i can see all the lovelies on stage and off, and i want bikini girls to bring me $10 beers (pictured).

i dont need luxury boxes at the laker game. i need them at the 8 hour rock festival.

i dont need luxury boxes at the dodger game. i need them so i wont have to stand stand stand during the cure stand stand stand during the pixies stand stand stand during wilco and radiohead.

sorry, but you really cant dance to those bands and f all of you for pretending that you can.

how am i gonna rock out to Air or Belle and Sebastian?

i love the flaming lips but i would rather sit down and enjoy their trippiness without some dumb frat dick in front of me in my way.

death cab, bright eyes, you will know us by the trail of the dead: i want to watch those bands not get crushed by college kids standing on their tip toes to get a good view.

i want a cushioney seat, i want a place to put my visa card so i can charge EVERYTHING including my chocolate ice cream in my commemorative cup.

and yes, id pay $150 for my seat, per day.

build it and charge my lazy olde ass, hippies.

the entire coachella lineup + bunny is going too!

john woo says im the luckiest man alive.

we bowled at streamwood lanes last night. road trip. some hotties were there distracting us. we went into the match in first place. i had dropped down to being the second best bowler in the league.

we started out with mgds. i didnt have any control and this one particular black girl was looking great. only problem was i was sweating from some shit that had happened in the unfriendly skies during 9-5 and i wasnt at my freshest.

and i wasnt bowling well. i dont know what was the problem but i figured i should at least hit on this babe and distract her from the fact that i was missing spares by justthismuch.

she admitted that even though she looked just like a chick from my sports illustrated desk calendar that she had only been intimate with one man. somehow this didnt help my concentration at the line.

so ordered a round of shots.

she drank the captain morgans and pretended that she hadnt ever before.

mmm this is suprisingly good. she said.

i was all, girl, you know those full lips have wrapped themselves around the good captain before and even though she had dark skin i could see her blush cuz you cant bullshit a bullshitter at the bowling alley of all places.

kid rock played through the tinny speakers next to the bar. i made some headway with the chickie as her friend did her best to cockblock me but i have all the workaround for all the cblockers and maybe one day you will be able to read my best selling book called cockblock this bitch.

what you have to do when someone runs interference is do as the matadors do and make them think theyve got you and then just turn your hips eversoslightly straighten your back and flash that sword and slap that beast on the ass as he bludgeons past you. do it latin style and hear the applause.

did i tell you im part latin?

mais, oui.

somehow the conversation ended up in the gutter which is fine. its good to see the limits a lady will go with you verbally with her friend next to her. if she goes too far in there shes a ho. if she gets flustered you have something to work with. if she wont even go there and puts her hands over her ears or seriously looks truly shocked.

they left in the middle of the third game after the alcohol had hit me perfect and oiled my pitching arm. it was cool.

until the games were over and everyone had left.

my man john woo pulled the truck around. we drove a few blocks and i had realized that i hadnt brought my lil school bag. so we hightailed it back to the lanes.

no bag.

which meant no keys no security bag no cell phone no porn on dvd no Pimp by iceberg slim and all that cash i had heisted from that mother fucker was no longer in my possession.

all i had was me john woo my buzz and his vehicle.

i did remember miss montreals number.

it was nearly midnight.

i had remembered that i had given her that key just the other day.

how i remembered her number is beyond me cuz this lil bowler hardly ever calls the ladies. they call him. ha!

but i did remember and i called and she answered and she said yes come over.

and john woo said dude you went from homeless and cold to having a big titted hottie waiting for you within 5 minutes.

and we sped down wilshire and even the buildings smiled a secret lil smile of youbastard.

best week ever + ravenwolf + bunnie will soon write for lick 🙂