sometimes you are the game.
ive been coughting and fighting this whatever it is. but i cant say that ium not sick and i cant say i am,. im not as drunk as i should be but its not for a lcak of trying.
sara dan and i spent eight hruours drinking and smoking and rocking and walking and talking and doing all the good things.
it started at 33:0p and its 330a now and im luvimng you texass i know youre trying to beat me down but onw gooed thing about being old is y0u get tuffer. you knw your strneths and weaknessesss but you never know which the right girls are to kiss and the ones you should just hug.
i need a beer a watrr and some bed. nite/
hi babies im back. im black. and im better than ever. its 131p and whatever bug was in me is out. i drank it out of me, i blew it out of me, i poisoned it with rums and rums and baileys and waters. i sweated it out in the pits of tons of bands. i ate it out with tex mex thanks to asher, i walked it off thanks to dan and sara and chris and the pants.
last night at 930p all the medicines were fighting the bug and it made me just want to curl up and sleep the sleep of the just. but im not part of the just. im someone who is trying to be just.
im still looking for something. im still trying to prove myself, im still trying to find that little bit of little leaguer thats angelic and that huge peice of islavista thats wreckless and wild and wanting to walk down the street with a beer and a cheerleader and two smelly fingers.
so at 945p i was walking down 6th street along with so many other people and we found the cobrasnake snakebitten on the street and i took a picture we found tim from popsicko walking down the street so i took a picture i found 3428543894 chicks dressed slutty with their fake bakes so i said hi my name is dumbass and they were all hi tonyypierse and my little party and i chilled out in style at the Driskill hotel which if i ever become a famous writer living in a hotel all creepylike that will be my residence and i will let the ghosts watch me beat off and write and fuck and drink and i will let them in my dreams and i will struggle to be just.
but right now i will eat a snickers for breakfast and tell you abotu the bellrays.
theres a deepness to the souls of black folks thats different from the rest. and theres something even deeper to the souls of black women. particularily black women who are no longer girls but women.
Lisa Kekaula is tina turner returned from the dead. she wears high heels and a tight skirt and picked out her afro as big as she can upstairs at room 710 which is the backstage dressing room slash office at the club that asher owns.
shes a dark skinned nubian princess destined to be queen and the longer it takes her to get their the more emotional and wild and soulful her singing and performances get.
i was lucky enough to catch a show of theirs two years ago at spaceland and i was blown away by the mixture of punk thrash with her soulful vocals. and i was twice as shocked that somehow theyve upped the ante with something that can only be described as heart.
ms kekaula shook her ass, shook her cha-chas got on her knees, jumped on the stage and sang with the people and even bent over backwards to let us in on what soul music is all about while her band kept a steady beat and a tight rock melody. she told us cheer only if we wanted to only if we felt it only if it was true. and then she reminded us that clapping along helped us feel the spirit it helped us get into the groovy it helped us be one with the power of love.
and then she belted out a song that made us keep clapping because we wanted some of whatever that was. and if you ask me, that was the begining of the end to the evil that was inside me. yes i had been excorcised by rock n roll.
after the inpsiring and devistating performance i asked her to pose for a picture with asher and sara and dan and i was so nervous because she is really the real deal and all 50 people who were at the show knew it and the picture turned out blurry because i couldnt think straight and before she left i hugged her. she was sweaty i was sweaty but i did feel the magic and i wanted to hug the source. i had to. and i did.
i thought i was complete after the one-two punch of gogogogo bordello and honky but im often wrong and sometimes its great to be wrong about things.
way more pics of the show here
hey guess what owen wilson doesnt like his picture taken at parties that have nothing to do with him. hey guess what owen wilson thinks he can just walk through the back door with his brother luke and sorta set the ground rules of the evening. hey guess what owen wilson seems to think that he can come to a ginormous festival of rock at a super crowded party so packed that the cops are working the door to make sure that capacity isnt reached and owen wilson tries to pretend that its he who is the rock star when indeed hes just a broken nosed pretty boy who should be thanking his lucky stars that he gets all the ass in hollywood and elsewhere and he should be saying cheese everytime someone takes a picture of his lame ass and im glad the flash didnt go off because here you can see him looking away like its gonna steal his fucking sold out soul.
im not a good person. thats been astablished. i rush to jusdgements i criticize vehemently.l i dont spell cueck i dont grammar check i dont update as much as i used to . i dont ewrite as much as i used to. my early stuff was so much better. and even that was a rip off of someone. and now ive resigned myself to the easiest form of writing of all times. the drunk blog. i could get used to this. so could my liver. my whole body actiually is all dude this is so isla vista this si so tony del playa. this is so right on . this is what blogging is all about.
ive never wanted to be anyone else but you. ive never been happyt in my hat. ive never been satisfied. im never wrong. things are never right. but i cant believe how well this benadryl d is. i had to get it from behind the counter and the ladies made me sign a form. the ladies made me show id. the ladies made me write down my address.
but its snot. right now its 138p and im uploading pics from last night but meanwhile all the cool clubs are having bands play for whats called “free parties” which is a way for regular austiners to see the shows without wristbands or badges or being on the exclusive rsvp list.
manna from heaven maybe. leftovers from the festival. its 433am, and im back at the hotel. mc browns snoozing and bunny mcintosh is in my bed and the ac is on and the red bull and hapenstance is zipping through my head and i have so manhy stories to tell yhou but the comments have been pretty slow latgely and i dont know if its cuz you guys have nothing to say or if you dont want to say whoo hoo sxsw im so jealous but i dont know wwhat youd say anywhasys and i dont knwo what id say anyways either im just a rider on teh triean im just rolling along
austin. flatass. theres a few2 thingss that im learning alreayd and its only the first night of the musics. first thing is i drink better than you. other think is every bamd thinks therye the shit. last thing is most bands are not the shit.
yesterday was the end of the interactive convention so we celebrated by eating crabs and crawfish and shrimp and potatoes and then i gave my camera to miss amerikill and she didnt give it back. so now ive lost my phone and my camera. actually its marcs camera. i saw her fall down with it and i should have probably taken it back then but shes a derby babe she falls down occassionally, i thought.
its 354pm. im not drunk, take a picture. im eating roomservice lunch again. im listening to an old howard stern. i just uploaded a bunch more pics on buzznet fr yr ass. im making lists. why am i making lists. oh because someone from the txrd was just here and said smoke this but i didnt want to smoke this and she said fuckr i didnt ask you if you wantedd to i am telling you thaqt you hafta smoke it and i was all is this cradck and she said crack is wack this is wickety wack so i said hark is that the door. and thankfully it was the door with the food. and when i paid and turned around there she was and she kissed me and blew smoke into my mouth and i coughed and she laughed and now im making lists.
and he actually relieves the buff security guard of his post and lets in a stream of people who definately should be in our bash and jokie says tony that right there is Chris Gore editor n chief of Film Threat magazine and he doesnt have an invite and im all you dont have to tell me who Chris Gore is, sir you are invited. and of course mr gore has six people with him which the fajita prince wasnt crazy about but he’s a bro so everything was good and after everyone got in i never came close to that door again because that was tension incarnate for EVERYONE wanted to be at the buzznet red bull party last night and we were approaching capacity quickly.
ior softball or dingleball or dodgeball thats it dodgeball and you can tell evedryone whats goihng on right then and if your phone is onb and youre readyh for some dodgeball people can announce whats happening and everone whose signed up to yhour shit will totallyh be all oh really theres hermit crab races at the starbucks? sweet.
for youre knowledge. i need a intern. i’ll be accpeting resumes when i get back to LA. must be a female. must be able to do things topless. muyst be able to remember all the people who i talk with during a comnfvention like last nnight. but must write shit down and take more pics than i do and interview people and fax the homeoffuice all the shit they need and must pack way more than 100 business cards cuz im already out.
i interviewed Scoble (pictured, right) and asked him the toughest question you could ask a blogger – whats your favorite blogs.