One of the people I was dying to meet was Bob Pool
They say be careful meeting your heroes cuz they’re bound to let you down
But Bob exceeded my expectations
Telling me takes of a pre 9/11 LATimes
That had no security
So politicians and business leaders
Would storm into the building to track down a journo
To yell or attempt to influence them
With booze or blondes or brawn.
He said it never worked.
I’m glad he doesn’t have the twitter
He has way more followers in print.
shes awesome.
somehow she has a cell phone. so i texted her this picture and i said
every day i see you because youre meditating in my kitchen above my Lakers playoff game ticket
to the Chairman’s Room club.
that means you’re very special to me.
which she is.
definitely my favorite niece living in Illinois.
Happy birthday Kyla!!!
i had about three margaritas and a beer and a taco and im just now mostly recovered
took the subway and saw a guy get a ticket for not buying a ticket. twas sad.
i asked Jason where you wanna drink? he said, take me somewhere you love. we went to La Cita and he loved it too.
after a few there we walked over to seven grand and saw a guy walk from outside to inside and puke. twas gross.
not even the artwork wanted to see the literal yuppie scum
it was nice hanging out with the former nexus editor & chief and walking around DTLA with him
when i got home i saw this note on the ground and im still trying to figure out how it was used
decided i need to make some new art
and maybe get a band formed, as ben suggested
crazy thing about Jason, he looks exactly the same as he did a zillion years ago
and is just as funny.
makes you wanna puke.
jk
Bob Forrest
Thelonious Monster
May 31, 1993
which means this was 20 years ago tomorrow.
i cannot stop watching this miracle of a performance
during the Cubs / Sox crosstown interleague massacre (go Cubs!)
WGN, on several occasions played the classic Stones tune “Hitch Hike”
which to any Velvet Underground fans contains a very familiar opening riff
but the Stones didn’t write the song, which was pretty normal for the time.
In fact of the dozen tunes on “Out of our Heads” the Glimmer Twins only wrote three songs
Gotta Get Away, I’m Free, and Heart of Stone.
Marvin Gaye wrote Hitch Hike, and performed it fabulously on the T.A.M.I. Show
where it even had it’s own dance move, apparently
hugely influential songwriter guitarist and singer Lou Reed took that opening riff
and made it his own in the Velvet Underground hit “Here She Comes Again”
off the 1967 masterpiece “The Velvet Underground and Nico” produced by Andy Warhol
the Velvets tune was covered by lots of people including R.E.M. who had it in their set
as early as 1980, but eventually recorded it and it wound up on 1987’s Dead Letter Office
along with two other Lou Reed-penned covers “Pale Blue Eyes” and “Femme Fatale”
but probably the most interesting progression of the Gaye riff
from Motown the UK to NY back to the UK
was when Johnny Marr appropriated it a few times in “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out”
from the 1992 Smiths classic The Queen Is Dead.
love how that little baby riff hitch hiked its away around the globe
in into some of the best albums in rock.
we’re almost exactly alike. except he likes my little pony more than i do, oh well
This is a song about a superhero named Tony
It’s called Tony’s Theme
He’s got the oil on his chain, for a ride in the rain
No baloney
Ride around on my bicycle like a pony
I’m waving hi, hi, hi, hi, hi
Gu-gu-gu-Gimme a scream
Give me, give me the theme
Of Tony
To-ny, To-ny, To-ny, To-ny, To-ny
I am Tony, super bicycle Tony, I’m racing
Spitfire turn and pop a wheelie, burn and evil chasing
I’m waving bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
I got a card in my spokes
I’m practicing my joke, I’m learning
To-ny, To-ny, To-ny, To-ny, To-ny
This is a song about a superhero named Tony
It’s called Tony’s Theme
I can look at the sun if you give me some bad sun glasses
I’m back on the road, I cut my grass like I’m told
AFTER CLASSES!
To-ny, To-ny, To-ny, To-ny, To-ny
To-ny, To-ny, To-ny, To-ny, To-ny
To-ny
heavily influenced Steve Cropper’s guitar solo in Green Onions
Cropper of course being one of the two guitarists in The Blues Brothers
he’s the white one (not Matt “Guitar” Murphy”).
Hello and welcome to the first installment The Quest For the Best Damn Chicken in LA
Today I went to Romero’s Rotisserie Chicken n Donuts.
it’s at 611 N Virgil Ave in “Silver Lake”
but it’s really Wilshire Center right near the 101 next to Royal Laundramat.
Look for the super bright yellow building with the picture of a chicken holding a pink donut
They’ve got a wood-fired chicken thing going on. Mesquite. You can see the wood by the laundramat.
And because we live in America, theres donuts, pastries, croisants and danishes sitting right there for ya.
Romero’s supports Hollywood High, which is nice but weird, since there’s about 5 schools closer to them
Including the super freaky looking Camino Nuevo Charter Academy in the middle of the road
they have two tvs including a big screen in the back. they serve Coke and Pepsi. (nearby KFC only serves pepsi.)
on Tuesdays tacos are just a buck so you could literally pay in change.
you can sit out front where the action is or in the back and watch the aforementioned big screen.
i had the half chicken, spanish rice and potato salad.
the salsa was mild and flavorful and the chicken was moist
but the skin was the best. tasty, almost crispy somehow.
the potato salad was also very good. the dude said it was his wifes recipe.
isnt that what you want, people
it’s what i want.
very happy to start the ball rolling with Romero’s Rotisserie Chicken n Donuts
i did not eat a donut because im watching my weight
and September
and August
and in the name of god or country or work.
they do things that they know aren’t nice or right or visionary or kosher.
but they do em anyway and they try to get it out of their head and they go to bed.
and in the morning is a new day.
and hopefully they do something good that day.
i love chicken. some may say eating meat is murder and they actually do have a point.
but i am a black man. and next to my momma and grape soda, i love chicken the most.
i also find myself currently with a lot of time on my hands while living dead center in the middle of one of the coolest cities in the whole wide world: if not the coolest.
especially for chicken.
for, you see, we have black folk, mexican folk, asian folk, armenian folk, and white folk all making delicious chicken dishes every day in this crazy metropolis
for sale.
in order to honor the chickens who gave their lives for our nourishment, im thinking i should probably go to a different joint about 3-4 times each week to eat, document, and ultimately rate the establishments so as to determine
the best chicken in all of LA
and i might have to start it today.
if you know of any places i shouldn’t miss feel free to tell me somehow.
