heres a tip i have for you and i hope you try it

make something you love. in the past i made Lick then i made the busblog.

then use Photoshop or some graphic design software and put the name of the thing you loved next to images that have nothing to do with them,

use different fonts, party with it. experiment.

put your head on other peoples’ bodies.

then do that in video.

keep playing. play every day. forget about trying to make it good.

then all of a sudden try to make it good. but if it is bad, dont give up, it might be funny.

funny > good

know that you are working on your muscles. your brain. your fingertips.

you are creating pathways in your gray matter that will one day figure out HOW TO MAKE IT GOOD

suddenly you might have something that is good AND funny

and thats when the party really starts.

dont worry what they think of you

griffith j griffth, benefactor of griffith park was a terrible man

unless you think shooting your wife in the face is ok

all of santa monica hated him for that because she was the prettiest woman in the entire city

which is saying something because hoooo boy.

even back then.

griffith j went to jail for that. san quentin.

even though he used a defense that is no longer legal to even utter

your honor my client was totally drunk at the time.

didnt work for griffith j, and it aint gonna work for you.

weirdest part was, his lawyer, the one who tried that nonsense

had to do whatever he could because the prosecutor was the former governor of california

true story

drunk ass griffith j griffith wasnt even from the golden state

he was a former journalist from colorado who learned about alternatives during

the great gold rush

hauled ass down to mexico where he “found” a copper mine

mined the shit out of it and bought damn near all of the hollywood hills, los feliz

and a big ass house to annoy his hot wife.

like most angelenos, griffith was a transplant who spent money on things like mountains

which were totally impractical back then because you couldnt grow any fruits or vegetables up there

and they were filthy with wild animals who were just as dangerous as a newly rich coloradan with a gun and a bottle of jd.

earl rogers was his name


his lawyer.

was so good and so famous that they would later make a hit tv show after him

perry mason

why perry mason?

because earl rogers was from perry new york.

look it up for all i care.

earl had many famous cases including the one of clarence darrow that you might have heard of.

darrow was also a lawyer but he was accused of bribing a member of the jury during a very famous case, the one where these guys were being accused of blowing up the LA Times building which killed 21 people.

earl won, darrow went free and then was accused shortly thereafter of bribing another juror in that same case. earl won again.

but my favorite victory of his was he defended a man accused of murdering his wife and won by asking the jury to think of their own spouses. really think about them. and the jury said yeah not guilty.

afterwards his client wanted to hug him and earl rogers said, “get away from me you slimy pimp, you’re as guilty as hell and you know it.”

which is exactly why you should never worry what people think of you

history will forget almost everything

the only person anyone remembers out of this entire fascinating tale is

perry freaking mason

the fictional version of the late earl rogers who ran all of los angeles for a little while when the mayor got thrown in jail

but earl just doesnt sound as cool in an ozzy osbourne song


i have been receiving the best work advice lately

someone said to me,

tony pierce, you are 54 years old. for such a smart person you can be so dumb.

you put on these clothes that aren’t you, you try so hard to fit in, but you never will.

and you set your sites soooo low. why?

it’s like you’re David Bowie and you want to be in a fucking barbershop quartet

so you wear the bow tie and the straw hat but you know that wont fool em

so you put on a fake handlebar mustache

but it looks so phony – something you despise btw

and you’re still David Fucking Bowie

no amount of faux facade can change that!

so be David Bowie.

be that spaceman from mars that we want!

people can see who you are from a mile away and if they are afraid and don’t want you in their space that’s ok, leave them alone.

but there are millions who do want you.

we want you because we are David Bowies too.

and we hate our fake mustaches

and stupid barber shop harmonies.

we want to rock.

lead the way.