picked up three at a fancy beverly hills hotel

kissingthe two female passengers wore thigh high lingerie and skirts and seemed very drowsy

their handsome gentleman friend sat beside me and we headed for the sunset strip.

were they movie stars or rock stars or friends of friends of the famous

who knows, all i know is they probably needed a pick me up

cake came on my phone

short skirt, long sweater

one of the ladies went, omg my dad listens to this.

not sure if that was a compliment but kept rolling.

finally one of them said how sleepy they were again so i said, how about i pull over to that drug store over there and bro can get you guys a mexicoke or something

they agreed to a pink monster

normally i dont really like waiting because you dont make very much money waiting, it’s almost like youre losing it.

but friday was so slow i didnt care.

in fact these ppl were funner than most everyone else all day

it was taking dude forever to come back with the drinks

so i said, hey can i take a picture of you for my uber instagram?

one of them said, your ubergram?

and i was all

click

who is your eazy

easy ewhen i was a kid i wanted to be a teacher.

but i would be a bad teacher.

i would say things like, wait Nobody but this kid read the chapter today? figures. i hear your music. if you call it that.

robot squeaks and sound effects.

push buttons and artificial dynamics.

music evolved from chuck berry to hendrix to nirvana to this?

who is your eazy e?

drake?

who is your led zeppelin?

no wonder you dont read things except on your phone.

the reality is dismal.

beep beep bop.

once ac/dc was playing at irvine meadows which was the spot of an abandonded lion country safari.

back in those days there was omg no internet so if you wanted tickets to a show you either had to go to a record store or department store that had the ticket machines

or you called on the phone.

so i called the morning of the show and said hey are there a lot of tickets available or should i go down to robinsons and get a ticket right away.

and the lady said oh theres plenty, have no fear.

queensryche was opening. operation mindcrime, g.

figured id save some service fees by just driving down to the show and buying some grass tickets at the box office.

when i got there they were sold out and there were lots of us who were under the impression that tickets would be available at the gate.

so someone said, lets hike through lion country safari and hop the fence.

and all of us said, thats the most perfect idea of all time.

it was scary, dangerous, illegal, regretable

and well worth it when you find yourself in the midst of a full blown acdc show

and hells bells is ringing as you run from the cops.

either do your homework or make music worth getting popped for.

people ask me my secrets all the time

kurt courtney and frances beanwhy would i tell them those?

was kurts heroin and devil worship? no.

was miles’ white girls and jump rope? maybe.

was einsteins checkers and freestyle rap battles? shhhh.

i will tell you all my secrets but theyre hidden in layers of better things.

the secret is be yourself.

the secret is when you’re a pitcher and for years thats what youve been studying

and when youre warmed up and you forget about everything and just look at the catchers mitt

and let it fly

all those years of coaching and practice and screwing around as a kid and studying and working

are condensed in one simple action.

when your heart is in it and thats really

your pitch

the ball will do the most amazing thing:

it will become unhittable.

no one can rip off the way kurdts voice is. its been twenty years. it’s his.

no one can top that thing.

no one can be more you than you at your most zen.

which is why the talkity talkity will never result in any true

rockety rockity

prince likes to join me as i read the paper each morning on the throne

prince

he and his sister like to hear the newspaper rustling. they love sounds.

last night i took them outside to the car to get pet by the girls and one of them got ancy on the way in and jumped outta my arms

and ran under a car

the other one i tossed into the courtyard in hopes it would run into the house – and it did.

meanwhile i ran after the escapee.

i saw him there huddling under the car, scared, free but freaked.

i said look ive gotta go drink with the ladies so youve got two options, you can stay out here

in the night

surrounded by big cats and wild animals and hollywood.

or you can come back to me where you get fed and loved and watered and you get to run through my weird apartment.

he jumped into my arms and never looked back.

this morning we read the paper and he said, sorry man, i have no idea what overcame me.

things i never thought would be possible

elvis costello in san francisco

if you had asked me when i was 18 these things i would have said no freaking way

1. i would meet elvis costello and get my picture taken with him (he hates photos of himself and usually bans photogs from his concerts)

2. that i would have attended two Oscars in a row, one as a spectator, one as a paid employee

3. that id be dating a hot blonde nearly half my age who asks me things by first whispering busblog… in my ear.

4. that id trade in a 2011 smokin hot black Camaro for Ford’s version of the Prius in a decision that has nothing to do with having kids.

5. that the Cubs would be ending the 2014 season with one of the best, young teams in major league baseball history

6. that in 2014 no one wants to be on the Lakers

very few things in life are predictable,

which is why we do our best to fight through the rough patches, because theres usually light at the end of the tunnel

ubers theory was if they lowered the prices far down enough

heading to fyfest

then everyone and their mama would start taking uber everywhere

and in exchange for cheaper rides, the drivers would have more rides.

the drivers didnt trust this and were angry and bitter because they thought the volume was plenty and the prices were about half that of a cab, so why change anything?

something happened saturday and i was busy like allllll day and night.

i mostly stayed on the westside and even made my way to nobu in malibu

and the pacific palisades three times, which is odd because im hardly ever there.

once was to take this sweet british family from moonshadows to an italian joint on sunset

the second time was to take a pair of latino au peres (argentinian and columbian) back home from Urban Outfitters at Santa Monica Place

one of them was 17 and had just bought her first record player

i asked her what record(s) did she get and she said Katy Perrys Prism

but “im an old soul so i will be getting some Frank Sinatra soon.”

i told her to check out the Record Surplus store in West LA.

we drove up to the very top of one of the windy roads where the houses just get bigger

must be celebs or something, who knows.

third time was round midnight. i was tired and was considering going home.

10622122_10152631084668057_463925923_ni was on sunset in the palisades and had just thrown out a bunch of plastic bottles at a gas station when i got beeped like two blocks away.

pretty caterer girl got in and said Redondo Beach

what a way to end the night i thought, a loooong ride way down to the beach.

we drove down the hill to PCH, took that to the 10, then south on the 405 and off at Inglewood

listening to the beast boys’ solid gold hits all the way because she liked that i was playing paul revere when she got in.

the day was filled with mostly super sweet people including a semi drunk couple and their friends who had spent all day together and the dude had had enough.

as we dropped off the friends the friends kept inviting them to polish off a bottle of wine or watch netflix but the pair claimed exhaustion and said bye felicia.

our conversations were immediately dirty, frank, and funny. weird how things can escalate quickly like that.

after we dropped off everyone they invited me in to their backyard to drink whiskey and sing songs.

“our neighbors will hate us,” the young lady said, “they have babies.”

“babies ruin everything,” i said.

“we were just saying that!” bro agreed.

when we got to their really nice little house they asked me again and i said whiskey and ubering dont really mix.

but it was nice to have that little insta bond.

two yuppies on separate rides were pissed the whole time and there was nothing i could do.

and then there was the hot russian woman who had just finished a bad blind date.

“at least i had a free meal and now have some leftvoers for my daughter,” she said.

although she may have said “for my dogs”. her accent was thick.

but the most interesting ride was one with a beautiful Gaucho who worked at the Daily Nexus covering sports and is now in school to be a nurse or a doctors assistant or a surgeon, who knows, we mostly talked sports and how much we miss del playa.

my arms felt good the whole day. one woman smelled like blueberry perfume.

and one guy snorted cocaine as his friends berated him and apologized to me.

probably shoulda made a citizens arrest but like i said, it was busy.