balloon birthday boy

my work was very nice to me. lots of sweets. balloons. gifts. cards.
but the best was they let me have the next day off.

which meant i was able to party heartily at the sushi and sake place avec amigos

it was great to see everyone including anti who had a killer new tattoo

and hey theres karisa with anti’s blushing bride, tanky

sarah was behind the balloons and the cupcakes so i was glad to thank her
by getting her ishfaced at the sake place.
ten bucks says she puked that night.

because i properly paced myself (vodka shots, sake, beers, bailey’s)

guitarist John was still ill with pneumonia, so Patience bought a new outfit

the sound wasnt the best, and the sightlines werent great
but the spirit of their super fun music was definately in the house

this photo with my truest proves that i can be super drunk and super happy
with a brand new the grates tshirt and i can look xactly the same as sober.

even though ive been rocking their cd for a few weeks, i was blown away by Those Darlins

they were sultry and rollickin and sassy and a tad sad

sad because the blonde babe explained how her bf had just broken up with her

just made you wanna hug her. and get her some chicken.

i was given friday off, so my truest drove me through the santa monica mountains
where she took me to my favorite beachside shrimp shack

we had a pound of jumbo shrimp, a half pint of clam chowdah, veggies, bread, and soda
then we walked across pch and took pictures of the surfers

took the long way home, which meant pch to sunset and sunset to hollywood

driving thru beverly hills the sweet girl was all omg make a uturn

it was this huge mansion with cool halloween decorations rockin

the best were these creepy scarecrows. dude had dozens of them

some of them were fine, but a few of them had the creep factor increased by a lot

it was the perfect way to close out a great day.

i want every day to be my birthday now.

i had such a great birthday yesterday

everyone at work was super great. there were cupcakes and balloons and rice krispy treats

after work there was sushi and booze and tempura and more booze.

after that there was The Grates and Those Darlins who were awesome.

then there was MCDONALDS DRIVE THRU in the weeeeeeeee hours

then there was massive passing outtting happening.

now theres a hangover being cured except my neighbors are being loud cuz its a gorgeous morning

made more gorgeous since i planned to take today off of work

which means perhaps a drive up the pch to malibu

or perhaps a nice walk to the cinema

or perhaps i will just run topless around LA


thanks to everyone who expressed bday wishes in these comments, on twitter, and on facebook, oh and also to those who did it in person.

such a great birthday!!!!!!!!!!!

photo by the kogasnake

omg two of my favorite bands are playing on my birthday

super close to my house



from the Silverlake Lounge website:

“Those Darlins, country-punk pals from Murfreesboro, Tenn., have a comically leering sexuality and an abandon that seems scarce these days. Their punk hootenanny sensibility reminds us that you don’t have to act serious to be taken seriously.” – New York Times

Informed by Nashville and its indie, pop, and country scenes- aware of the twisted tradition of Appalachian roots music that stretches back beyond the Carter Family, Those Darlins are, nevertheless, not of Nashville. They write their own songs, record in NYC with producer Jeff Curtin (Vampire Weekend), and talk about female empowerment, music history, and egalitarian ideals of performance and business. And, in practice, they are rockers.

They’re related to The Shaggs, The Slits, Huggy Bear, Sleater-Kinney, Kleenex and a whole bunch of other stuff; The Grates are very much a pop band; like the best of soul, riot grrl and garage rock dusted down in glitter and sent out to party. “full of false endings, stuttered energy and splintered melodies…It has the awkward quirkiness of Deerhoof, yet the power and might of The Pixies…. A happily scattered and free-spirited trio playing catchy lo-fi rock pop stamped with lead singer Patience’s wonderfully unhinged vocals.” – Rolling Stone

“Think Ramones bouncing off their practice room walls on pogo-sticks… “- NME

australia quoted me in regards to the grates

from a piece called “The Grates win hearts in US”, ABC news in aussieland wrote about their local band’s trip out to america, an excerpt:

The Grates are three-time SXSW veterans, and their live show, which features ribbon-twirling and colourful costumes, ensures they stand out among the crowd.

Their 2006 debut album, Gravity Won’t Get You Down, was released in the US, but last year’s sophomore album, Teeth Lost, Hearts Won, is yet to secure a US deal.

After their past disappointments, the band returned to the US with no expectations, and has been thrilled with the response.

The LA Times declared: “The Grates no doubt will soon be laughing their way to the bank, for if the world embraced the Ting Tings last year, Patience & Co are sure to be everyone’s new darlings any day now”.

“It’s been super encouraging actually, because we worked so hard with the first album that we put out over here, and that didn’t really work out with our record label, so that was a little bit of a kick in the guts,” Hodgson said.

patience told me that she broke guitarist john patterson’s iphone, so i didnt expect to see their disneyland pics so soon. in their tumblr blog they have pics from their trip out here. including a visit to Poquito Mas, and the video above of Burn Bridges, which was their last tune at the spaceland show on monday. amateur video directors out there take note of the vid – when in doubt ignore the zoom feature.

grates were on fire last night

being monday spaceland was packed because admission was free and there were two, count em two big bands fixin to play: nico stai and australias the grates.

grates took the stage first at 10pm which was a huge mistake for nico because Patience has a way of stealing a crowd and making you forget that there are any other bands in existence.

she woos the boys she woos the girls, she dances like a freak with ants in her pants, she smiles she jokes she is clearly having the most fun of anyone in the house and that joy is contagious.

silver lake and particularly Spaceland can come across as too-cool-for-school and judgmental and jaded and for the first half of the 45 minute set the crowd just stood there and watched. they may have had smiles on their faces but they didnt bop their heads they didnt dance they just witnessed their own baptism.

it wasnt until near the end of the set did they realize “oh, theyre good and these songs are instantly approachable and easy to get. fine, we’ll allow ourselves to party” and thats when the dance party started.

which was too bad for nico and his band of jersey boys because when a crowd peaks at 10:45pm on a school night and you dont hit the stage till 11:15 then once again the grates have won.

we know this in part because the grates’ merch sold out (except for Mens shirts, size small, perfect for the echo park hipster on your twitter feed) and there were plenty of crud from everyone else.

because i got there a tad late i got to see the entirety of spaceland entranced by Patience and it took a while to wend my way into the main rock area and then a few more song to get to the front row. no one was moving, no one was leaving to get beers, and no one was peeing. they all wanted to see what magic was inside this trio (plus their pal on keyboards).

that mystery remains but you can investigate it on their US release Gravity Wont Get You High, and their import only (get it on ebay) Teeth Lost, Hearts Won.

word from the band is they will return to the states in the summer so get ready to find a new band to totally love.

lessons learned from sxsw

#1 i am old. and not in a good way. old is supposed to mean wise and classy and debonaire. i cant even spell debonaire. im just old.

there used to be a time when i could wake up at 9:30am and talk and rock and dance and drink and walk around and run around and flirt and eat and argue and enjoy the good music and write about it on multiple platforms. and yes i could do it eight days straight.

tonight i sit here in my dull dough and my back aches and my head aches and im wheezing and ive been recovering for THREE DAYS. i didnt even drink that much! the good book suggests “dont drink till youre drunk.” i followed that advice on every night except for the one where janes addiction played the playboy party sponsored by our old bff jack daniels. and even that night i was able to walk home at 3am with no huge probs.

but man am i paying for it now.

i know theres this thing called sxsars but im indestructible. and i know i got sick for months three years ago when i was at sxsw and made out with some texas roller girls. but thats acceptable. being sick now simply because ive hit the wall isnt acceptable at all. its disturbing. and sad.

lesson #2. i see too many old bands.

my man todd taught me a lot on the trip. he taught me that hes a great writer, a great editor, and that the beauty of an event like sxsw is the opportunity to discover new acts.

yes its tempting to see the best guitarist in rock, j mascis, twice while hes fronting the original lineup of one of the best bands ever, dinosaur jr., but with 1,899 other bands in town wouldnt it have been more prudent to try to find the next j mascis? indeed isnt that sorta my job?

metallica was fine to see because i had never seen them before, but ive seen janes addiction a half dozen times, and even though theyre not new ive seen the grates almost that many times too. why wasnt i learning about more new groups like Tia Carerra and Valient Thorr? i truly loved seeing both of those bands for the first time. what was i thinking?

i wasnt, cuz when youre old you do things that lead to comfort. you book too-expensive hotels (that end up biting you in the ass), you fly in a cheerleader (because she has a perfect ass) instead of meeting new babes, you order room service instead of discovering new haunts, and you play everything safe safe safe.

when did i become so safe? what made me this way? was all my courage in my afro? if i cant blame myself who can i blame? bush was impeached – we now only have ourselves to point the finger at.

lesson #3. when the Lord said work six days and rest on the seventh he wasnt kidding.

which might be one reason he had moses chisel it in stone. not once did i use the hot tub. not once did i tour greater austin. not once did i go visit my friend ken’s new apartment or even see the very pregnant leah muse. those are the things you do on your day off. those are the things you do when you read the good book and follow the rules.
sickness doesnt hit you when you give your senses a break.

lesson #4. i have no business going to coachella.

i dont deserve it.

lesson #5. i probably shouldnt go to sxsw 2010.

with the money i spent this year, i could instead go to a club like spaceland, the echo, the viper room, or the echoplex twice a week, and bring a date, and buy beers and eat tacos with her afterwards and enjoy full sets from the headliners and opening acts -and i wont die of sxsars – and at the end of the year i would be able to see over 100 bands. new bands. small bands. up n comers. creative geniuses. and yes, i bet at the end of the year i would have “discovered” the next j mascis.

lessone #6. they dont teach you crap in high school.

lesson #7. i have lost my mojo.

and my personal style, and my inner lifecoach, and my individuality. i have become just like every other suburban neverwas. everyone knows stay away from stubbs at sx. everyone knows if you go there twice youre a douche who really isnt all that interested in new music. how many times did i go there last week, 2x. how many times did i go to japan nite? zero-san. i have sold out, i have let my nation down, my ghettocard deserves to be revoked.

lesson #8. stay cool with your exes.

the only thing i did right this whole trip was have one exgf drive me to the airport and have another one pick me up. start with loveliness and return to it. but they deserve better in their lives than to shuttle my black ass around. i should beg forgiveness.

lesson #9. i need to buy a serious camera.

the truth of the matter is im not always going to have the incredible access to all of the worlds coolest and most amazing people. likewise, i wont always be able to meet celebrities and rockstars all the time either. instead of music festivals i should get a professional camera and click that bad boy as often as possible. anything else is selfishness.

i will get better. i swear to you.

but apparently right now my body is in fullblown revolt as it cant believe that it went to the mecca of new rock

and all it got was this tshirt.

this is why the terrorists hate us. this is why the caged bird groans. this is not a love song.

ive been here eight days

im exhausted. i just realized my super exclusiveo video interviewo with the grates had a smear on the lens. and i didnt have a backup memory card so i couldnt ask more questions.

i really dont wanna write about metallica or dinosaur jr. or this horrible japanese act i just saw.

but i have to. this is where the rubber meets the road. this is where they separate the men from the boys. but boy am tired.

i just wanna take a long hot shower, sleep in my own bed. eat my favorite foods. and watch my own tv.

if theres one thing thats grossing me out these days its remote controls in hotel rooms. do maids even clean those? and where are peoples hands when theyre in hotel rooms? whats going on there? then they touch the remote?

ive learned a lot of things on this trip. ive seen a lot of people fighting and crying. couples mostly. people who should be in love while theyre out here but instead theyre yelling and arguing.

i learned that relationships are like shoes.

i have these super cool converse one stars. theyre low top, they look good, they feel good. for very short distances. like if i was going to drive to a show and park and walk a block and stand at the show and walk around the place a few times, then drive home, theyre perfect.

i also have these dg basketball shoes. they dont look cool. theyre high tops, theyre dirty, they slip on they slip off. i got them with my first paycheck from Look Look.

what i realized on this trip is there are some girls that are fine for short periods. they look hot or cute but, no fault of their own, they are not long time investments.

then there are those who are way better in the long run.

maybe i had just the right amount of vodka in my red bull last night but when miss austin was holding my hand as we past one crying couple after another i whispered their problem is they talk to each other.

but it was too loud she couldnt hear me.

so i esped.

lets not talk till we say bye at the airport.

she said you took the words right outta my head.

the grates are one of my all time favorite bands

right now theyre blogging as theyre recording their new record

and because im addicted to them and their blog i noticed that theyre selling a live dvd

so i got it. and even though it was sent all the way from jolly olde australia, it got to me in pretty much no time.

the song above, “rock boys”, is from the dvd in question “til death do us part

needless to say i got it this afternoon and ive already watched it twice

i love the singer, patience, and id marry her right this second if i had the chance

3/24/06 – review of their show at SXSW
7/5/06 – review of their show at Spaceland
9/5/06 review of their previous album Gravity Wont Get You Down
11/14/06 review of their november show at Spaceland and a pic of Kira meeting Patience