and misadventures of

cem is out of asia and into the middle east and wow. required reading.

Pete's Corner

holy shit. ham told me that "Pete's Corner" was blowing up and I didn't believe him but then I went there and damn, was he right. laugh out loud funny. five stars. cheers, poppy!

LA Weekly: News: Silver Lake Gang War

The shootings in the first paragraph happened across the street from my friend Kerri's place.

I'm a cop, you idiot!

i just voted. no on recall, no on the two ballot measures, and bustamante as the replacement candidate, just because his name is so cool. i figure that with a name like cruz bustamante he has to be either:
a) a secret agent
b) a super hero
or at the very least
c) a world class fencer.

"My name is Cruz Bustamante. You recalled my governor. Pepare to die."

and then BAM! Old rolly-polly cruz got moves!

"Ahm gohnah tehhminate you, Cruz!"
"Do what you will, Shwarzennegger, but I know something you do not!"
"Wahht is daht?"
"I'm not left handed!"

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awesome.

also, thanks to everyone that came out saturday night. I had a great time. hopefully we'll be able to do it again soon.

i mean, come on.....

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went out, and got dumped, last night....

yes, folks, back to regularly scheduled programming. i'm home, I'm sane, I'm well rested, I'm detoxing. this saturday, I'll be taking the LSAT, having dinner with an ex-chief of the California Highway Patrol, then spinning records with my friend Al after the Ted Leo show @ the Echo. come on out, it'll be free. early show, then Djs 10-2....rock.

the posse's getting bigger for the NH primarys. by this I mean both the democratic field and the group of people going up there with me to "cover" them. anyone work at a media company and need a correspondant or reporter on the ground? can anyone score me a legit press pass? anyone got any bar or club recommendations in manchester? I hear it's beautiful in the dead of winter.

out of the blue, into the slipstream
(some notes from the walkmen/kaito west coast tour)
(from the dramatic persona of bassist Peter Bauer)



Derek: "Hey, Adrian! What's up?"
other end of phone: [unintelligible]
Derek: "Are you doing anything tomorrow?"
other end of phone: [unintelligible]
Derek: "Cool. I need a favor. Any chance you could swing by a club in the next hour, pick up a suitcase, and either drive or hop on a commuter plane to san francisco within the next 24 hours, like an organ courier? I'd make it worth your time."
other end of phone: [unintelligible]
Derek: "This is Derek."



[it's 3 a.m. in canada in a backroom speakeasy where they serve pilsner in glass mugs, there are 9 customers, 1 piano, and 2 mics.]
(pete):
"I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain’t it funny how the night moves
When you just don’t seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in."
[this ends pete's set, but kicks off a long night of piano bar tunes. it is the warmest moment of the tour.]



(remember, folks, dramatic persona of pete bauer)
It's sometime between ten and eleven o'clock at night. We're barelling through the mountains near the Oregon/California border, around 70 mph. I'd be bored out of my skull, but we're watching movies on Ham's computer. After the complete failure of the big chill and a sort of sucess in swept away, we're watching the big budget thriller con air. the movie sound is coming through the speakers, and the car is jumping around like the plane is. this is scary. this is great. oh, wow... here comes buschemi's character. he makes a face. Derek laughs. I look up. we're speeding 'round another corner. my eyes are on the road. Derek's the driver, and his eyes are on the movie. we are absolutely, positively, going to die.



We're driving back up to seattle after the last show of the tour, in portland. Walt's riding shotgun. We're stopped at a light right before the bridge that will take us to the 5 freeway. Someone on the sidewalk screams into Walt's window:
"Where are you guys going?"
Walt: "We're going to hell."
Walt rolls the window up. That was the last moment of fun on the tour.



(dramatic persona of Derek)
I had a fruit-eating contest with Dee, the drummer for Kaito, backstage at graceland. He beat me with a banana, but I schooled him with an orange. Gemma, Kaito's bassist (pictured below), had a different sharpie tatoo every night.



more pictures from the tour can be found here. I was going to offer two rounds of pictures, winners and "Psych Out!" but there weren't too many winners and the ones that were alright were all pretty psychedelic anyway, so there you go.

next week we'll return to our regularly scheduled programming. thanks again to everyone on the tour, and everyone I met along the way. i had a great time.

fliten?

ok. I'm home, and I'm healing. the tour was great. now i have to put on the breaks. i traveled 3520 miles in 10 days, and for a few days i'm going to have trouble getting used to waking up in the same bed two mornings in a row and not selling a single t-shirt.

to the walkies: thanks for coming out. i had a great time and the west coast thanks you.

to kaito (uk): you guys were awesome.

to anyone else who's reading this: I'll have pictures from the tour up here in the next day or two, along with a narrative of some of the more interesting goings on. until then, i recommend you read this article from the LA Weekly's Jay Babcock about how today's "retro-rock" is driven by and made possible by modern information technology, not the 10-20 year cycle of pop-culture reminiscence that brought about cheap trick covering "don't be cruel" or hair-metal's glam re-tread.

bows and arrows



so the walkmen tour is officially underway. san diego was a quiet, pleasant night. last night was at the henry fonda theater in hollywood. the picture above is from that show. the sound was amazing and the place was packed. tonight is spaceland in silverlake. soon to san francisco.

tit for tat

i envision some sort of underworld mardi gras where girls will flash their breasts at boys who show them their tatoos. the name of this party/concept is the same as the title of this blog post.

secret show

so i guess the walkmen are playing another show in LA (i.e. not just the friday henry fonda show), but i'm going to wait to get clearance before announcing it.

germster

so by now you know about friendster. simple programming makes it easy to see what networks exist between friends and friends of friends, etc. I think we're ready to take it to the next level. Thanks to friendster, I know that I'm "connected to 721,674 people in [my] Personal Network, through 150 friends." but i wish there was a way to find out who's made out with who so i would know how many people are in my "germ network." Basically what I envision keeps a record of who you've made out with and/or slept with, and, without telling you which of your lovers or one night stands is connected to whom, lets you know who is 1,2, 3, etc., degrees away from you via tongue or crotch.

here's a COOL website

My friend Rice is almost finished making his new website, but he said we could check it out now. check out the hyperlinks.

where my ninjaz at?

thanks to everyone who came out last night to the echo. i had a great time and i hope you guys enjoyed it.

are you white? do you listen to rap? when you sing along, do you mumble the "n" word, slightly uncomfortable about saying it? here's a tip: replace it with "ninja," as in: "hey sucka ninja, whoever you are." or "jigga....my ninja....." works every time.

gen. wesley clark could beat the flight suit off bush in 2k4.

i'm currently the high bidder for a talking master p doll on ebay. you can make it say "ungh (nah na nah na)"

go redskins.