there are three things that suck about getting old

destinys child child

1. your body starts falling apart. your back goes on strike now and then. your kidneys fail. your endurance is questionable. you have to omg care for your innards.

2. you dont know or like todays sounds any more. its not like i ever liked what was popular, but i knew the artists who played it. last night i picked up Zed’s Dead and two of their friends. who’s Zed’s Dead? apparently theyre two DJs from Toronto. the one who sat next to me had long hair and the other one was in the back seat and he seemed like a a nice jewish boy. a thinner jonah hill. all laughs. they had a black assistant type girl and another girl in shiny shorts with them. they were yapping about the event they were about to play in the Arts District. i felt so dumb not knowing who they were. i had to ask them. they told me and i was all, sorry, im an elderly man.

3. you start to feel weird quasi flirting with girls young enough to be your daughter. i made a joke to these black girl about why they werent allowed into a club because “your fake ids didnt work?” they said no, it’s an all-ages club.” wait what?! they offered to buy me drive through which is the way to my heart and if i was 20 years younger i would have said something like, “hmmm i dont know which one i love more, you should probably all give me your numbers”. but ive been told im creepy enough as it is.

saw the grand budapest hotel yesterday with bree

grand budapest hotel

we hadnt chatted in a while and yesterday i really wanted to see the new wes anderson bad

before anyone spoiled it. it was super warm out but i didnt care, i needed to see this film.

was pooped from driving all night so when i saw there was a 4:20 showing at the cinerama dome i was all ha

bill murrayso i texted bree with just two words

4:20 arclight.

her response was simple and the way all of them should be

ahhhh i gotta jump in the shower. post hike.

picked her up at 4, the place was only about 80 filled even though theres only 2 places in LA showing it

and 2 in NYC. i believe it will be going wide next weekend. we noticed will ferral at the concession stand.

i adore wes anderson movies. but this one, im not so sure.

i loved the acting the look the music the artistry and magic.

but it almost seemed like a parody of itself in retrospect. the symmetry and style.

the moustaches the kids the bill murray.

maybe it’s impossible to successfully followup on Moonrise Kingdom?

maybe it’s hard to make great movie (Rushmore) after great movie (Fantastic Mr Fox) after great movie (The Royal Tennenbaums)

you think maybe there needs to be more blood or drama or at stake but then you realize all of those things are in there but for some reason it’s not enough. not even close.

in school they taught us that all great stories follow a basic principle: introduce lovable characters, fuck with their lives, and then show how they cope.

12 years a slave, gravity, even Toy Story 3 all understood this and did it, and Wes does too but it turns into feels here.

when i left i felt weird for not loving it. even the audience forced itself to applaud at the ending.

today i see i was not alone in my meh feeling

“I’m even forgetting it as I’m remembering it, as if it had been no more than a dream.” – the spectator uk

“Europe is just this nutty place where a lot of crazy mixed-up stuff happened and look at this darling model ski lift! That’s Wes Anderson: He can’t see the forest for the twee.” – ny post

Even those of us who genuinely look forward to the cinematic adventure that is each and every Wes Anderson film can be disappointed. – kirk honeycutt

Prince played the Palladium today


I didn’t go.

It was $100, cash. But I woulda paid if I knew he’d play all his hits

With a horn section.

For four hours.

He never plays hits at gigs like that.

I got burned by his troubadour gig. And last night he didn’t play any hits.

Tonight: hits for days while I drove LA around LA.

Don’t get me wrong, I had fun tonight. But I have notifications from several accounts including @drfunkberry who would tweet: RASPBERRY BERET. or PURPLE RAIN

it was killing me. For hours this went on


Meanwhile three adorable black girls tried to buy me drive thru but it’s almost bikini season

I took EDM stars Zedd is Dead to their gig, I took these Armenian guys from bel aire to DTLA and they stuffed my shirt pockets with ones and fives as their ecstasy kicked in.

the lesbians were interesting

As were the stewardesses

But I feel terrible for the sad guy from NYC who just wanted a burger at the chateau and when I told him prince was playing he asked me if they had food there.

I said no. And he probably wasn’t gonna play the hits.

He said oh is the laugh factory good? I said well Dane cook is tonight, you like him?

He said he’d never heard of him.

I said maybe you should try the comedy store.

I shoulda said it’s prince. Pay the money.