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.
but my body is wrong. my head is wrong. my drugs are wrong. my post nasal drip is gone. my round the way girl is gone. my neighbors are goone. my roommate is gone. its all wrong. i wronged a girl today in the room. she swore she liked it but how can you trust girls you meet at a place called the blind pig who let you take them back to the room so she can show you what she learned when she used to be a dancer.
im no good im no good im no good baby im no good. here i am at the my chemical romance after party. here i am leading the way. here i am at the red bull house. here i am sorta drunk blogging but really only buzzed blogging because ive only had three xtra strojng screwdrivers. and its only 11pm. i might just take a cab back to 6th street so i can see J Mascis’s new joint Witch.
im sorry dudes i didnt see the Drive By truckers. i didnt see so many bands. but i did see this all girl metal band from the OC called pretty in stereo who i fell in love with. i did see the Neighborhood who made me stop walking down the street with m’lady whose irish who said kiss me im irish and i was all blow me im black and she pretty much did right there. anyways the neighborhood reminded me of the replacements so i stopped with her and we danced the dance of two drunkards about to play show and smell.
oh and i saw the grates. ys they were great. so cute too. if bjork wasnt so gd arty and just had fun.
oh and i saw djengue fever the other night. also adorable. if bjork was vietnamese and crazier.
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.
1060 w. addison, chicago, il
so the ceo of buzznet said that he didnt care that there were 1300 bands at sxsw, that unless i got pictures of my chemical romance who are one of the biggest draws to buzznet with one of the best communities on our site, that the trip here was worthless and similarily if i got good pics then i was the man and this whole trip was worth twice the price.
so i got to the place just in time. the place being emos. the place being anywhere you are. the place being anywhere all the cool kids are. the place being the only place where i could stand dead center on a tiny rise above everyone and right in front of a fan cuz it was hot in there. and sometimes the lord looks right down on you and blesses you and says tony yr the man and tells you tony i know sometimes you think youre on the wrong path and sometimkes you are on the wrong path fuckr but im gonna thrwo you some right down the middle and let the kids know why youre here.
anhd after 343 mcr pictures i have a feeling that when i get back to LA those fuckrs are gonna give me a few days off cuz ive been working long long hours pimpin and bustin and listening to great music and showing people what buzznets about and telling people no i wont take your big money new job that im happy where i am. which is writing you on the busblog and sheparding the chosen ones in buzznet.
and tomorrow i will upload more mcr pics as well as a lot from the roller derby but right now i hafta dance with this chick who i thought only liked babes but whaddya know. sometimes the rules change right there midstream and you can either rage against the smoke machine or begin the beguine.
i love you for pot smokeing.
your chemical rain dance.
and heres some more
for my irish friends here on st paddys day