that even Johnny Rotten noticed
that even Johnny Rotten noticed
which is about 4x as much
as the most popular LA Times blog – it looks like we are gonna hit it, thanks to my mighty staff
above, a photo taken by matt good in the middle of his show at massey hall
below, some of the posts i wrote in october 2007
Ron Paul gets on Leno so News Service tries to poo-poo it
And on the 4th Day Bush Flies to Southern California, Hugs White People, Leaves After 4 Hours
Why You Shouldn’t Buy Your Custom Cake at Wal*Mart
LA Times digs up the 7 Signs that Dumbledore Is Gay
Matt Drudge Seems to Enjoy our Fires
Irvine Company, Paciolan, Makes a (bad) Name for Itself
Will Rocket Be The Next Great American Band?
Best Band in Rock Comes to LA for Three Nights
Seinfeld Sez Scientology Helped Him Control Audiences
Comcast Hates The Bible & Filesharing & They Lie?
Cops Get Off for Hanging Quadriplegic Man, City Pays
No Minorities at the New Fox Hills Mall of the Future
Dear LAist, Where Can I Get a Ms. Pac Boob Outfit?
Steve-O Gets PETA OK to get naked despite “Wildboyz”
LA, You’ve Won Over Another One
David Gonzales Explains the Problem with Mini Pigs
Here’s Johnny: The Best of the Johnny Cash TV Show
Did J.K. Rowling Try To Show Her Hogwarts to Kids Yesterday at the Kodak Theatre?
The Most Dangerous Position in Football Remains To Be The Box Cover of the Madden Game
Why There’s Rarely Any Good Shows on the Westside
The White Stripes Go Lomo
LAist Interview: Morgan J. Freeman
The Kids Aren’t All Right
Sorry Craigslisters “Who Don’t Belong in Orange County”, Yr Irvine Brothel Got Busted
Interview with Molly Prather: THAT Girl
Ron Paul Wins Michigan Debate
Fred Thompson Gets His Close-Up
Late Night Eats: El Gran Burrito aka Midnight Tacos
Writers Strike Could Kill The Bionic Woman
Trent Reznor Says Goodbye to Record Labels, Record Labels Say Terance Trent Who?
The Real Problem With The Detour Festival
Van Halen Should Have Nerf Herder Open For Them
CD Review: Kurt Cobain About a Son
Ficus? Ficyou! Emergency Meeting to Save Doomed Santa Monica Trees
Sherrifs Department May Have Arrested You or Towed Your Car Because They Were Playing A Game
The DWP is Daring You to Stop It
50 Foot Sinkhole in La Jolla Swallows One Home
What Have They Done to the Larchmont Lizard?
No Love For The Rice Bowl
But He Was Out – Why Baseball Needs Replay
Dave Navarro Interviews Kids Buying Halo 3
Pajamas Media Hates Free Elections
Guy Hiking with a Guy with a Sword ends up in Hospital
i was in ohare airport for a layover and this guy was totally looking at his credit card as he typed the numbers into the internet station there for losers without laptops and it was taking forever cuz it was dial up and i was all 5412 4532 i can totally memorize this.
then i was in the LAX baggage claim and i passed two turnsyles that had a few bags spinning around and i was all, i totally know someone with a pick up truck that lives nearby we could totally roll out with 7-8 bags of luggage and who would be the wiser?
canada reminded me how evil i am.
i had no american dollars on me obvs as i got picked up at the airport by the parking lot dude so i couldnt tip him a dollar for bringing my bag down for me. i had a canadian fiver and i certainly wasnt gonna give that to him seeing as in a week that things gonna be worth ten bucks american.
i like that canadians have a one dollar coin that they use alot and a two dollar coin that they use a lot, but you sorta feel like a cheapskate when you hand a dude a little bronze coin that he has to pinch to recieve.
which is probably why they flipped the bellman his tip in the old days.
still, how much should you tip a dude who tries to pretend like he did you a favor by arranging for a $50 town car to the airport?
i asked the driver if he minded if i ate my hotdog as we drove and he said, not as long as you are careful.
and suddenly i remembered that i forgot to give chickie the rest of my weed so there i was in town car, taking last minute pictures without even rolling down the window cuz i didnt wanna disturb my dear old driver and i dug through my pockets and felt the lil baggie which contained the bud that had done me right, thank you dan, and i looked around in the inside of this brand new sedan and saw a little tiny seam in the carpet and i pulled it up and tucked the bud in there
but then i thought, what happens if he parks his car next to a pot sniffing cop dog, clearly the american wearing the amsterdam soccer jacket is gonna be the suspect, so when we got to the airport i saw that there was a payphone on a pole
and i slid it in the coin return while pretending to make a call.
im learning it doesnt take much to impress me.
pretty much all you have to do is be nice.
people here in canada are so nice. so so so nice. we took a cab the other day and the cab driver was trying to be mean by yelling at campus cops and telling us dirty jokes but because hes canadian everything came out as funny if not hilarious.
if i told you about the dream this weekend was youd never believe it so lets just say that it started off with duane telling me to try to priceline.com the Westin Habour Castle for about $90, and lo and wtf i got a nice room with a flat screen and two queen beds for $91 and it overlooks lake ontario.
last night me and raymi and fil had a great three course meal at this Cajun place called southern accents or something. it was very nice to spend time with just the two of them as they are awesome and together we have a secret plan to take over the world
so stay tuned on that one.
before that i got to meet up with carrie and courtney at a Zine festival. very very cool to see both of them and i couldnta picked a better spot to meet since it was held in the bar of an old hotel and there were gothy hipster chicks everywhere scooping up handmade zines and other amateur art. awesome.
my man dan gave me some weed when i first arrived then later showed up with a pipe. sadly this morning i heard a terrible crash in my bathroom and the young lady who had been nice enough to not to choose the empty second bed the night before said shit shit shit but i said its ok baby i have some zig zags and we had a worst joint rolling contest and guess what
cant lose in canada.
even if you lose yr voice.
hell, even matt thought so, and was as inspired as we were
Last night was, well, the experience of a lifetime in many ways. As many of you are aware, Massey Hall is Canada’s equivalent to Carnegie Hall, so to have sold out an acoustic show there, let alone receive three standing ovations from a packed house, was an incredible experience, not to mention an honour.
I’ll not deny it, the beginning of the show was a little misdirected on my part. I knew that it was being recorded – I’ll get to that later – and so did my best to concentrate on what I was doing rather than just going with it, which is what I normally do. The ceiling of Massey Hall is also rather unique. Being that it’s rounded, it reflects sound in a very ominous way, which is fantastic if you’re in the audience but somewhat troubling if you’re on stage and using in-ear monitors. For most of the show my guitar sounded like one massive, humming chord, making it difficult to make out nuances that are usually rather easy to focus on. But that sort of thing is something that artists learn to deal with on the fly, and after a while I got the hang of how best to tackle it.
Something happened last night though that was extra special. Obviously, playing a sold out show at one of the most celebrated concert halls in the nation and receiving such a response is more than reward enough, especially after some thirteen odd years of making records and touring. But something else happen in the middle of last night’s show that was rather incredible. In the middle of a song last night, I looked out over the audience and a sensation shot up and down my spine that I’ve never felt before. It was a sensation that, when my brain finally processed it, left me with the feeling that I somehow knew I had twenty more years of making music in me. It was an enormous epiphany to have in such a setting.
photo by mr duane storey who is such a master of his domain that he even took a decent pic of me and christie.
which rhymes with voici
the whole time i was thinking, if she only saw me naked, shed be mine.
no not raymi. someone else.
raymis seen me naked plenty of times.
so ive got larengitus yesterday due to the fires in LA and people were looking at me like i as lying. but i have a very sensitve nose and throat. i should be a wine expert. but if i was in a house and people are smoking cigarretes by the pool, i will be able to tell. i feel for my kids.
so somehow those wild fires created so much smoke that when i drove through it on the way to palm springs i was super effected. then when i drove home i put a shirt over my nose and i breathed through that but viola once i hit canada and had a few beers and took a drag off this dudes blunt my throat closed up and it has only now started opening up and here we are at 845pm and karaoke starts at 9:30pm
because im the only american in the hizzy i seriously do need to represent, and in a major way because raymi is pretty good. the nice thing is pitt wont be there and last year he stole the show with an incredible version of the marvin gaye classic whats goin on.
today most of us recouperated from last night, then it became hockey night in canada and now its about to be the 3rd period so its shower time and hey whats this joint doing in my pocket time.
do i love you? yes. do i love canada a little bit more. hell yes. even the bad chinese food tastes good. its like beginners heaven. you cant fly or anything, but everything works out.
for example one of the people who greeted me very nicely as i arrived to the library bar across the street from the horrible bond hotel was a young lady with leg warmers who insisted on twisting my nipples.
i said, you know what they say about girls who twist dudes nipples
and she said, they need to get spanked?
someone said that shes a stripper someone said that she followed up on her dare and flashed matt during the first encore.
either way if she saw me naked i bet shed rather be karoaking.
i cant even begin to explain how totally sweet and welcoming canada always is to me
this is from christie st supermodel’s bash last night
raymi is in that vid, and krista, and christie, etc
more to come but go to raymi’s if you wanna see lots o pics
i have to be out of my house by 7am so chickie can drive me to the aeroport so that i can fly to toronto in time to get picked up by general pitt and then hustled to the mmmm good show and then to the christie st hotness’s halloween bash and then maybe at some point to my luxury hotel on lake ontario.
saturday i believe theres a raymioke followed by skinnydippingroake at the beaches
sunday we pray all morning, as is the custom up there. followed by drinks at noon at the drunk girl comics bash at the gladstone castle with courtney and carrie. then i come back home to the us, ready to finish up 07 strong.
these last few days i was in palm springs with my fam and it was so smoky driving through the hills that im still sneezing which makes me feel very bad for anyone who is in the IE who has had to breathe in that junk for days now.
palm springs is known for its 360 days of sunshine and yet the smoke and haze made it feel like a storm was coming. however the moon was a bright halloween orange as we ate dinner outside and contemplated night golfing.
america i love you but im gonna have to cheat on you this weekend.
and even though i know that poutine is best served in mtl, now that ive had it in bc i need to try it in the gta
i only wish i had a good halloween costume
maybe a stewardess can loan me an extra
Tony sez: Here I am with a Canadian girl with a hyphen. Will you please state your name.
Keira-Anne says: Keira-Anne
My real one or my pretend one?
It’s your world, baby.
20 and a bit.
Weight in kilos?
Ouuu I have no idea. I work in pounds…and in that case, 136.
Please explain your hyphen.
Well, my name really isn’t hyphenated. At least not on my birth certificate. I toyed with the idea of going by Keira-Anne for so long after always just being Keira. The hyphen just makes it work I guess.
Who designed your website?
Technically the skeleton was built by Blogger, but I tweaked it, made it pretty and personalized it. I wanted to make it sleek, simple and easy to read. By blogger, I mean Blogger.com – they’re still my site host.
Your site is really a Blogspot but you do some magic to make it look like its not?
Does my site look magical?
It doesn’t look like a Blogspot.
Not looking like a typical Blogspot site was my main goal.
Where did you learn your magical ways?
From the magic set I got for Christmas when I was 9. You should see what I can do with a card and a nail.
Is your MySpace all pretty too?
It was, but let’s be honest…MySpace is pretty 2006.
Aren’t Canadians supposed to be above trends and fads?
That’s a good question. I’d like to think so, but apparently not. MySpace died for everyone at the same time.
What’s the trendiest thing that you do nowadays?
Blogging is trendy?
I’ll be honest – it’s why I got into blogging in the first place a couple years ago. I knew nothing of blogging geekdom, but it’s turned from something I did just because into something that I really enjoy.
But I think people that started to blog because it was a trend have stopped blogging overall.
What pleasure do you get from it?
I’ve always loved to write and I’m a pretty expressive person. I love being able to do that in such an open way and I love being able to discuss things both with people I know and totally random people.
Sometimes I’ll get an e-mail from someone telling me they’ve found a bit of encouragement through something I shared on my blog. It’s cliché, but things like that give me the momentum I need to keep writing.
What does your boyfriend think of your blogging?
If I had a boyfriend, I’d hope he’d be supportive of it.
Oh I’m sorry, your girlfriend, what does she think of it?
Hahaha…you’re so cheeky, Tony. I’m into he’s, not she’s.
So you’re saying you’re a single girl?
That’s definitely what I’m saying.
How is that even possible? Is Vancouver that gay-friendly?
That’s a most excellent question Tony. Vancouver really is gay-friendly, and I live in the gayest of neighborhoods. Even our garbage cans and bus stops are painted pink. Maybe I need to move.
Do you drive to work?
Definitely not. I walk in sun, rain, wind and snow. Being conscious of this planet and how precious it is is really important to me. I’d be a total jackass to walk the 10 blocks to work everyday.
On your cute little girlie walk to work do dudes hit on you?
What constitutes as “hitting on?”
“Hey baby, yeah you, c’mere. Oh come on, baby, don’t be stuck up. Fine, how about your number – come one, just five digits? How about a little flash then? What about a smile? Are those real?”
Hahaha…I can honestly say that nothing of that sort has ever happened. The extent of it would include glances and that’s about it. I think I must send out unapproachable vibes or something.
Or I smell bad. That might be it too.
You don’t wear perfume?
I don’t smell bad. Sometimes I wear perfume.
Lately it’s been L’Occitane’s vanilla balm – I’m crazy about that stuff! I’m also a sucker for Victoria’s Secret’s Love Spell. Now THAT’S magically babelicious.
If you catch a whiff of a hot babe who smells good, will you turn around and find out what she’s rockin’?
Nah…if I can smell her perfume from three or four feet away, she’s wearing too much in the first place.
You never find yourself closer than that with women?
Generally, no. But even so, I can’t ever remember asking a girl what she’s wearing.
So you’re not rubbing up against girls and you’re not dating dudes? Your mom must be very happy.
My mom’s a proud lady.
Doesn’t she want you squeezing out grandkids?
I know deep down she probably is. But I just got a new puppy so hopefully that’ll do the trick for her – for now at least.
Are you the oldest of her kiddies?
I sure am. I have a younger brother, but in many ways, he’s definitely my big brother.
When did he become your big bro?
I’d say it probably happened when I moved to Vancouver a little over three years ago. I think we finally just “got” each other and were able to respect that. He’s totally the guy I look up to more than any other guy and treats me with oodles of respect and integrity. I’m a lucky sister.
What had you overlooked in him while he was a teen?
I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that when he was graduating high school, I was already 20 so our realms were completely different. I also had a huge stick up my ass at the time, so that didn’t help things either.
How did the stick get yanked out?
In a nutshell, I stopped going to church and stopped living my life and making my decisions based on what other people expected of me.
Wait. One. Second.
You’re saying leaving the church helped you?
Don’t be mistaken though…I said “church” and not “faith.” Those are two totally different entities, and I’m talking about the church as an establishment here.
What did these people expect of you that you didn’t want to do?
They expected me to say the right things and do the right things and get married by 25 and basically be perfect. Oh and I wasn’t allowed to say that bad word…you know, s-e-x.
I’ve always been a pretty open-minded person when it comes to sex and sexuality and it’s a really interesting topic to discuss with people. I hated being muzzled for just being me.
Did your parents understand your problem with their church?
Absolutely. Oddly enough though, my family didn’t attend church with me – I started going on my own at 16.
Most people in my life that truly love me are now able to say how much I seem myself and how much my wings no longer seem “clipped.”
What inspired you to go to church by yourself at 16?
I had a lot of friends that were going to youth group once a week and it was just that adolescent desire to feel included.
Who are better kissers, church going boys or non-church going boys?
I like this question! But I won’t discriminate – I’ve had good experiences on both sides.
I’ve also had bad kisses on both sides.
Have you ever kissed a girl on church grounds?
I’ve kissed a girl on church camp grounds.
Don’t get too excited though – we did it for the boys because we were being teases.
Please elaborate, thank you.
All I remember is that there were about five of us in the hallway: me, Girl X and three boys. I can’t remember who dared us to kiss, but one of the guys wanted a picture. It was a total closed mouth kiss but I adjusted my head and she told me to “stop Frenching” her.
How old were you?
Probably 19 at the time.
You were at church camp at 19?
Was church camp as hot as I’m imagining it?
How are you imagining it?
Girls in plaid skirts in the woods getting their rosary beads tangled in the brambles. Kneehigh socks. Rosary necklaces. too-red lipsticks.
You really like the plaid skirts, don’t you? I saw some this weekend and almost picked one up.
I will say this about church camp: In my experiences, I’ve seen girl-on-girl kissing (obviously), skinny dipping, drunkenness, and major making out. Maybe more, but that’s about as scandalous as it ever got.
20-year-olds are majorly making out, away from home, in the summer, in Canada, and that’s as far as it got?
Does that disappoint you?
It’s just hard to believe. Especially since in my visits to Canada all I saw pretty much were goodlooking girls.
But this is Canadian church camp…not Wet Hot American Summer.
Ok, you were there how many summers?
Two full summers…once at 18 and once at 20, two months each summer.
So that’s one hot chick in church camp. Are you saying you were the only one?
Nah, there were definitely other hot chicks there.
Does talking about God all day stop the hormones from raging? Is that what you’re telling me?
It doesn’t stop the hormones from raging…I think it causes guilt for feeling the raging hormones.
So kids raging with hormones are forced to masturbate at church camp?
I guess so, but I never did.
No lying in the busblog interview!
I’m serious! It’s not something I felt good about doing until I was 19 or 20.
Ah ha but you said you went to church camp at 20.
This is true – I still never did that. We had dorm-style rooms.
The boys were doing it I’ll bet ya.
I wouldn’t doubt that for a second! I’m sure a lot of girls were too.
When was your last boyfriend?
Officially speaking as in brought home to mom and called my “boyfriend?” 18.
When did you contract the HIV virus?
Hahaha…I like to think of it as Carrie Bradshaw-itis. Either I pick wieners or wieners pick me.
Do you not put out on the first date or something?
The soonest I’ve put out was the third. Is that pushing it?
It all depends. You kissed him on the first date at least.
Oh for sure.
And grabbed his ass when you kissed him, right?
Some guys actually don’t like that…
This is all baffling to me… What’s the catch?
You seem nice, you’re not bad looking.
I like to think so.
You’re a little over weight but it’s Canada.
Just kidding… You’re really picky?
I can take it.
Hmmm…I’d like to think that I’m not but maybe I am? I’ve never been one to be into a certain look with men. What gets me is their mannerisms. So without a certain look that I go for, am I capable of being picky?
Their mannerisms ruin it for them?
“Ruin” sounds like such a harsh word.
Well are you saying that if you met a guy like LL Cool J and you were all yeah… But then you noticed that he licks his lips a lot. You’d be all, “nah.”
I don’t know…if he looked adorable doing it, why not?
Have any dudes that you dated during these last few years asked you to be their girlfriend?
Why do you think that is?
I’m really not sure, to be honest with you.
What’s your guess?
Bad timing, wrong circumstances? Sometimes, in my experience, guys just aren’t capable of or aren’t willing to buck up either.
What was the longest you were with someone?
About a year and a half…about two years ago.
How is that not a boyfriend?
Well, to me he seemed like it but in retrospect he wasn’t. I know I wasn’t the only girl.
Oooooh ahhh ok. Did you subtly compete with her?
Oh there was more than one other girl, I’m quite sure. I think I just lived in oblivion.
If this fellow asked you to dress as a cheerleader and twirl around on his coffee table, would you have done it?
I have an adventurous spirit – that sounds like a lot of fun actually…
Did he ever ask you to do anything like that?
Hmmm…nope. Too bad, hey?
Did this chap know that you would have liked to have done something like that?
Probably…but it doesn’t really matter now anyways. I’d rather dress up like a cheerleader for someone rad anyways!
On what date would you dress up and twirl for a dude?
I won’t say the first because a girl’s gotta have a bit of mystery. But really, why put a timeline on something like that? If I’m into you and have fun with you and feel real with you, then I’m going to dress up like a cheerleader if it’s what you want. Why not?
Too many people ask “why?” when they should be asking “why not?”
part two tomorrow
all photos by keira-anne except the one from her Maxim spread