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  1. Sunday, April 26, 2015

    about a girl 

    kurt and courtney

    cobain: montage of heck
    hbo films
    directed by Brett Morgen

    i went to the movies this afternoon for a few reasons.

    i saw on twitter that someone had retweeted Montage of Heck’s director Brett Morgen who said that he was gonna be at the 12:30p arclight screening and he would be giving away a few posters

    even though the nirvana movie was going to be on hbo in two weeks, who doesn’t want a poster?

    so i postponed my bible reading and got an uber ride to the show.

    hardly anyone was there. its a beautiful sunday. anyone who would be into nirvana would be at brunch or their kids’ little league game. or dead.

    so those very few of us who are unclassified thusly were there and i gotta say the cinerama dome irritates me because the rounded screen really doesnt add much, and distracts often. however the sound was great, so i sat close to the screen and

    cobainthat music.

    that beautiful music.

    theres some new interviews with courtney, krist, kurts mom, his dad, his step mom, and one of his old girlfriends. theres some beautiful home movie footage of the happy little family of courtney kurdt and baby frances bean.

    but at the root of it is the tragic story that we all know too well: child of divorce lashes out against society and his family, gets in a band, sees the light, but terrible stomach pains leads him to heroin and later… suicide.

    one doesnt need to see this in a movie theatre but the sound of it all is wonderful and probably better than the typical home speakers. and it’s nice to see certain things super large: like how courtney is never glamorous, how kurts blue eyes are magical and his notebooks are endless and intuitive and they’re nothing but a screaming S-O-S to the world.

    just like his life it ends abruptly and sort of, wait, is that all there is.

    but yes. 20 some years later. yes.

    thats all there is.

    the film gives us a great look at kurt as a kid, some of his dark tales, and shows us what a rock star lives like when he’s on top of the world with his pregnant wife while they’re both junkies. it’s not one bit like the myth of rock. if anything it’s more like Teen Mom.

    i had two takeaways from the film:

    1. never discount anyone. the troubled young lad you are giving up on and kicking out of your house might be angry because he can see the future and it has a bad bad ending.

    2. nirvana was the last really great rock band in the world, and like the other greats, there will never be another like them.

  2. Saturday, April 25, 2015

    im the most boring man in america 

    bruce jenner wheatiesi wont be married three times. i wont win a decathalon. i wont raise the kardashian sisters

    and then kendall and kylie.

    and i dont run around in the shadows wearing womens clothes.

    my needs and desires are simple. i am simple. bruce jenner is 65 and looks better than i do and is more punk rock than i’ll ever be.

    last night i ubered a little after work and as i was on my way to venice ali called me to see if i would uber her from venice to dtla

    for she was going to take in The Game at club nokia.

    got over there and she and her bff claire were prepartying and i hadnt seen claire in a while and when she asked me what i had been doing lately i drew a blank.

    had i been doing anything lately?

    then she told me how she just got back from belize or cabo or somewhere with pyramids which she climbed. and i aint climbed no pyramids.

    i was so tired that after i dropped them off i went home and curled up with a good book.

    today i didnt go out neither. now im watching madonna’s mdna concert on epix

    because the one thing i did do was i switched from Uverse to Time Warner Cable

    bc i can get 300 mb of internet and the dodgers for $90 a month.

    expressurselfdontrepressyrself

  3. weirdest song ive heard in a while 

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    “The Poor Side of Town”
    written by Johnny Rivers and Lou Adler
    1966

    Do-doo-doo-wah shoo-be-doo-be
    Do-doo-doo-wah shoo-be-doo-be

    How can you tell me how much you miss me
    When the last time I saw you, you wouldn’t even kiss me
    That rich guy you’ve been seein’
    Must have put you down
    So welcome back baby
    To the poor side of town

    To him you were nothin’ but a little plaything
    Not much more than an overnight fling
    To me you were the greatest thing this boy had ever found
    And girl it’s hard to find nice things
    On the poor side of town

    I can’t blame you for tryin’
    I’m tryin’ to make it too
    I’ve got one little hang up baby
    I just can’t make it without you

    So tell me, are you gonna stay now
    Will you stand by me girl all the way now
    With you by my side
    They can’t keep us down
    Together we can make it baby
    From the poor side of town

    (So tell me how much you love me)
    (Come be near to me and say you need me now)

    Oh, with you by my side
    This world can’t keep us down
    Together we can make it baby
    From the poor side of town

    Do-doo-doo-wah shoo-be-doo-be
    Do-doo-doo-wah shoo-be-doo-be
    Do-doo-doo-wah shoo-be-doo-be

    Nick Lowe covered it a few years ago

    but this is the Rivers original

    Rivers also wrote “Secret Agent Man”

    and Adler, among other things, sits courtside with Jack at Lakers games
    lou adler and jack

  4. Friday, April 24, 2015
  5. funny thing happened in the desert 

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    in the middle of the tornado of drinking rocking eating not sleeping came a still soft voice in the wilderness

    it said tony you may not realize this but there are lots of people who love you

    (i did not know this)

    and you should take care of yourself because we want you around for the duration.

    in one hand was a deep fried jack in the box taco

    in the other was a super big gulp of coke.

    and below that was my bulging belly.

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    it was eerie how the voice knew that i had given up on my health.

    somehow it knew i hadn’t been hiking any more, hadnt been dating since the blonde.

    and sorta chucked everything except for my job and a half.

    but desert voices know all, which is why they’re so valuable.

    and why we miss out when we dont go out there to retune our heartstrings.

    so yesterday i went to whole foods and made a salad.

    and only drank a quarter can of pop.

    drove less and slept more.

    you know, all the things you promise yrself on new years.

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    i dont know what i was rebelling against other than the xbi.

    i didnt want myself to be recruitable.

    also i wanted the ladies to love me for my heart, not my abs.

    even though my heart was being corroded by corn syrup and mediocrity.

    its funny how we can be our own worst enemy.

    not funny ha ha but funny oh crap i cant even fit into my pj pants.

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    this week ive been unsubscribing from junk mails

    which isnt exactly the same as hiking, but its baby steps.

    but sunday i’ll see you at runyon, terrible big hill.

  6. Thursday, April 23, 2015

    thinking about writing a new book 

    oh shit was that today

    about all the girls i made out with.

    the first time i made out with them.

    but i’ll change all their names.

    and change all the places.

    but keep the music we were listening to.

    or the music that was going through my head.

    bestseller, bitch.

  7. Wednesday, April 22, 2015

    she says she has writers block, but thats a crock 

    zuliekayou know who has writers block? the ugh percent.

    the over fed and over thinking.

    bukowski never had no damn writers block.

    the poor and hungry can write and write and write.

    ever kiss a girl who hasnt been kissed properly in a long time? she’ll kiss you all night. you’ll wake up and she’s kissing you. you leave for work and she needs to give you one two three four more kisses so you’ll miss yr bus.

    the words want to come out of you. you know you have stories to tell thoughts to express feelings to emote blushes to gush. africans dont get eating disorders or peanut allergies.

    this is all american bs that we thrust on ourselves to stop ourselves from being vulnerable and deep and interesting and magical. imagine if tolstoy and shakespeare and hemingway and twain said aw no one wants to hear any more stories about the mighty mississippi or fingering anna karenina or drinking in DTLA. imagine if van gogh listened to that little voice in his ear saying no one wants any more fucked up fields of weeds growing beneath the twisty blue sky.

    vincent van did the exact right thing, he cut off that voice in his ear and mailed it to his gay lover.

    part of the job of being creative is jumping over the obstacles that appear in our way to the goal: and the goal is to write down the dreams the angels are whispering. sure they could write it themselves but its better when it comes through us.

    its like when someone covers dylan. or when springsteen sings an old 60s tune during the fifth encore.

    it’s our jobs to write write write dance drink party write kiss rock fuck rinse and repeat.

    never forget.

  8. Tuesday, April 21, 2015

    for some reason katie and i were in the kitchen talking about acid 

    LSDbut like most of my stories, the heart of the conversation was about Jesus and how i am a huge disappointment to Him.

    im pretty sure when i was born all the angels and saints were all omg is that tony, is that the one who’s gonna invent the Rock n Roll Church?

    and a few of the naked cherubs smoking little joints and tuning their harps were all, fuck yeah, thats him.

    one night i was in bed with young barefooted linda and we had accidentally been poisoned by some acid so we ran to my house to weather the storm and one thing led to another and soon i was naked.

    eventually linda was too and i was all whats these hickies on your body. she said joe gave those to me the other day. i said but joe’s dating callie.

    she said yep.

    and it made me very sad because i loved joe and callie as a couple and i could see why youd be tempted by linda, she was one of the sexiest girls in town but so was cal, so when linda took a smoke break i wrote a little story to alert callie that her man was straying.

    why? because when you’re young and in college and youve just been the victim of a psychedelic poisoning those are the sorts of dumb things you do.

    within hours callie was pissed and joe had been kicked outta the house and chris called me and said Get Out of the House, Joe’s coming over to kill you!

    but at this point the poison had really kicked in and i could barely even make out with linda let alone find my shorts and shoes in order to run out into the wilds of Isla Vista. plus where was i gonna hide? our town was one square mile.

    so i said linda we have to fill this apartment with Love. hold my hand and close your eyes and just think of loving things. she said like of what? i said just hearts, imagine red cartoon hearts bouncing out of your heart and filling up this apartment.

    before we could get a foot high of hearts BOOM BOOM BOOM went the door

    open the fuck up! joe shouted. we could see the door give a little with each pound.

    our hearts evaporated. but still i told linda: fill up this bedroom with love. and i put on a robe and went to the door.

    BANG BANG BANG went the door and i said coming! hold on!

    and i opened the door and Joe stood there looking like ted nugent: long hair, scraggly beard, wild eyed and pissed.

    and all i did was open my arms and thought good thoughts for like 20 seconds.

    and slowly walked to him to hug him. he pushed me and said f you. i said no, i love you Joe and im sorry but i had to tell her. i f’ed up but you did too. he said but you f’ed up more! you told! i said, fine, i f’ed up more. i’ll accept that, but you have to hug me or we’ll never fill up this apartment with love.

    and he reluctantly hugged me and Linda peeked out from the mostly closed bedroom door, shocked that i wasnt being pummeled by Joe, who, by the way was already pissed because he was headed to jail in a few weeks. and we all sat down and tried to figure out how we could make Callie unpissed at joe And at linda. i eventually walked over to her apartment with him. startling everyone because they thought he was gonna return with my head. my beautifully afroed head.

    when that negotiation was over, i skateboarded back to my apartment where linda was snoozing away and i turned on the tape deck and bob dylan was singing something off Saved and a still silent voice said ok tony, youve done it all, you can come up to heaven now. and at first i was all, wow, cool. but then i said, oh wait no no no i dont wanna die.

    and the voice said ok well if you dont come up right now theres three things youve gotta do. number one, dont ever get poisoned again. i was all ok. second, stop getting naked with linda. i said noooooo. i love her. voice said too bad, and third spread the word. the hardest demand of all. because who wants to be That guy.

    but i heard dylan very subtly talk about his love of the Lord in Jokerman and i was all oooooooh i can do it like that? sweet. and ive never been poisoned again.

  9. coachella is exhausting expensive eclectic electric 

    coachella 2015

    psychedelic nauseating uncomfortable unreal unnatural and absolutely beautiful

    you’ll see bands you’ve never seen before and’ll never see again even though you loved them

    you’ll pay $11 for a beer and tip $3 because the computer screen suggested it.

    it’ll be so warm you wont even need a flannel at 2am on your walk back to the traffic jam.

    but you will hit some out of the blue moments of clarity.

    inspirational insights.

    music should always be playing and at a festival it is.

    except when you need it most: on the long walk back to your ride.

    coachella should invite all of the best buskers to line the paths and sing songs to the kids

    songs of freedom.

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    the kittens play it tough during the week and keep their distance for the most part

    but if i leave for a few days they get super affectionate and downright clingy on my arrival.

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    i dont like drake but i did watch his performance at coachella

    it was inspiring because i saw my own failures in his and it was painful

    but it will help me be better at stuff which is good.

    one thing i learned was dress up when people pay you a wheelbarrow of money

    the other was always have a live band back you up when you can

    and the most important thing that jack white had that drake didnt was

    give the drummer some.

    this is hip hop, a descendant of r&b, which gave birth to rock.

    it is american music rooted in african american beats.

    the drums are everything.

    grateful dead was the whitest band ever and even they had two drummers

    drake is just not that interesting alone on a giant stage in the middle of the night

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    get your crew on that stage too

    and let them shine.

  10. Sunday, April 19, 2015

    my nose is sniffling from the dust 

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    but my soul is clear. there was a boat in the desert.

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    spent a lot of time in the craft beer tent because it was shady and had craft beer

    they had these double the power beers that had twice the alcohol

    but they only gave them to you in little cups.

    for the low price of $11.

    so i stuck to the regular sized cups.

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    my man paul, the secret weapon of the LA Times recently quit the paper for a start up.

    we ran into him at the grocery store on Thursday, turns out he’s renting a house near us

    so we said meet us at the craft beer tent at 4:20 and there he was with his bro and his friend.

    his bro wins for that beebs shirt

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    behind the craft beer tent is this run down bar. my guess is the polo club uses it but they pull up the carpet when they know we’re arriving. or maybe they never use it. seems run down, but homey.

    decided this should be a pop-up Denny’s next year.

    breakfast served all day

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    the best of the night was Jack White who shredded and stopped and preached and made everyone turn to their neighbor and say peace be with you.

    this was katie after it was all over.

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    best invention: the phone chargers all over coachella

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    last night we met some cool people from the LA Weekly, one of whom i’d met before, the famous hip hop writer Jeff Weiss.

    after i introduced myself  he was all, of course, tony pierce, i know you, ive read the busblog.

    made my night

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    last night’s ac/dc was super good. they played all their hits and a few new ones, never once acknowledging us. playing at us, basically.

    i was super curious what the kids who had never seen them thought, but watching their smiles as we went home told me my answer.

    as Jack White said last night, music is sacred

    it has been a joy to share that bounty with these kids in this magical desert.