fans weren’t allowed to attend the game because nobody likes the white sox
and also because of the rioting in baltimore
but mostly because of the white sox
it was the first time in baseball history where there were no fans in the stands.
orioles first baseman had a little fun with the situation by tossing the third out of an inning to a lucky fan.
but deep down everyone was happy they didnt have to see the sox in person
right now baltimore is burning. people are looting. the mayor and the governor are pissed at CNN. people are stealing shoes and diapers and tp for their bungholes.
bloods and crips are working together. people are setting fire to the soulless drug stores and then people are slitting the fire hoses with knives.
this is exactly what should happen when too many black men get killed by too many white cops
who, in this case, took a black dude, and threw him in the back of a police vehicle
and gave him a “rough ride” where he was driven around without a seatbelt
and died from the injuries.
believe me when i tell you that i approve of any riot that you hold in my name if cops murder me.
burn it all down. steal all the things. slash all the hoses.
at some point the powers that be figure it out and things change.
i type this because i saw it first hand in the 90s. the first viral video of my generation was rodney king getting beaten up by several cops.
as soon as it was released to KTLA we all assumed the cops would go to jail. but when they werent, LA rioted for 40 days and 40 nights (give or take).
and guess what, you dont hear about cops doing that much more here in LA. you see it from time to time but because no one wants riots, that ish gets stifled quick.
“see you at the riots” is my favorite thing to whisper to a liquor store owner who gives me attitude nowadays and trust me it puts them in their place.
everyone needs checks and balances and when things get unbalanced an angry mob usually wins.
so yes im glad that baltimore is standing up to the bs
and im also super glad that out of the haze little angels appear, like this little boy.
and i hope he charged that dude $2.
just like how they charged us all at Coachella
ive lived in hollywood a long time and as long as ive been here it’s been abandoned
in the early days of the abandonment hookers used it as their offices
later crackheads used it to do their business.
after a while they boarded it up and it became the home for ghosts and bad memories
the only time something pleasant happened near it was when the Sunset Junction Street Fair would rock out near it
but then one thing led to another and greed seeped it followed by a flood of ignorance
and the Sunset Junction Street Fair ended and the Bates Motel fell into absolute disrepair
until last week when an artist had a vision to paint it all white
even the trees. and now so many people have shown up to look at it in awe that theres bad traffic there
cobain: montage of heck
directed by Brett Morgen
i went to the movies this afternoon for a few reasons.
i saw on twitter that someone had retweeted Montage of Heck’s director Brett Morgen who said that he was gonna be at the 12:30p arclight screening and he would be giving away a few posters
even though the nirvana movie was going to be on hbo in two weeks, who doesn’t want a poster?
so i postponed my bible reading and got an uber ride to the show.
hardly anyone was there. its a beautiful sunday. anyone who would be into nirvana would be at brunch or their kids’ little league game. or dead.
so those very few of us who are unclassified thusly were there and i gotta say the cinerama dome irritates me because the rounded screen really doesnt add much, and distracts often. however the sound was great, so i sat close to the screen and
that beautiful music.
theres some new interviews with courtney, krist, kurts mom, his dad, his step mom, and one of his old girlfriends. theres some beautiful home movie footage of the happy little family of courtney kurdt and baby frances bean.
but at the root of it is the tragic story that we all know too well: child of divorce lashes out against society and his family, gets in a band, sees the light, but terrible stomach pains leads him to heroin and later… suicide.
one doesnt need to see this in a movie theatre but the sound of it all is wonderful and probably better than the typical home speakers. and it’s nice to see certain things super large: like how courtney is never glamorous, how kurts blue eyes are magical and his notebooks are endless and intuitive and they’re nothing but a screaming S-O-S to the world.
just like his life it ends abruptly and sort of, wait, is that all there is.
but yes. 20 some years later. yes.
thats all there is.
the film gives us a great look at kurt as a kid, some of his dark tales, and shows us what a rock star lives like when he’s on top of the world with his pregnant wife while they’re both junkies. it’s not one bit like the myth of rock. if anything it’s more like Teen Mom.
i had two takeaways from the film:
1. never discount anyone. the troubled young lad you are giving up on and kicking out of your house might be angry because he can see the future and it has a bad bad ending.
2. nirvana was the last really great rock band in the world, and like the other greats, there will never be another like them.
i wont be married three times. i wont win a decathalon. i wont raise the kardashian sisters
and then kendall and kylie.
and i dont run around in the shadows wearing womens clothes.
my needs and desires are simple. i am simple. bruce jenner is 65 and looks better than i do and is more punk rock than i’ll ever be.
last night i ubered a little after work and as i was on my way to venice ali called me to see if i would uber her from venice to dtla
for she was going to take in The Game at club nokia.
got over there and she and her bff claire were prepartying and i hadnt seen claire in a while and when she asked me what i had been doing lately i drew a blank.
had i been doing anything lately?
then she told me how she just got back from belize or cabo or somewhere with pyramids which she climbed. and i aint climbed no pyramids.
i was so tired that after i dropped them off i went home and curled up with a good book.
today i didnt go out neither. now im watching madonna’s mdna concert on epix
because the one thing i did do was i switched from Uverse to Time Warner Cable
bc i can get 300 mb of internet and the dodgers for $90 a month.
“The Poor Side of Town”
written by Johnny Rivers and Lou Adler
How can you tell me how much you miss me
When the last time I saw you, you wouldn’t even kiss me
That rich guy you’ve been seein’
Must have put you down
So welcome back baby
To the poor side of town
To him you were nothin’ but a little plaything
Not much more than an overnight fling
To me you were the greatest thing this boy had ever found
And girl it’s hard to find nice things
On the poor side of town
I can’t blame you for tryin’
I’m tryin’ to make it too
I’ve got one little hang up baby
I just can’t make it without you
So tell me, are you gonna stay now
Will you stand by me girl all the way now
With you by my side
They can’t keep us down
Together we can make it baby
From the poor side of town
(So tell me how much you love me)
(Come be near to me and say you need me now)
Oh, with you by my side
This world can’t keep us down
Together we can make it baby
From the poor side of town
Nick Lowe covered it a few years ago
but this is the Rivers original
Rivers also wrote “Secret Agent Man”
and Adler, among other things, sits courtside with Jack at Lakers games
in the middle of the tornado of drinking rocking eating not sleeping came a still soft voice in the wilderness
it said tony you may not realize this but there are lots of people who love you
(i did not know this)
and you should take care of yourself because we want you around for the duration.
in one hand was a deep fried jack in the box taco
in the other was a super big gulp of coke.
and below that was my bulging belly.
it was eerie how the voice knew that i had given up on my health.
somehow it knew i hadn’t been hiking any more, hadnt been dating since the blonde.
and sorta chucked everything except for my job and a half.
but desert voices know all, which is why they’re so valuable.
and why we miss out when we dont go out there to retune our heartstrings.
so yesterday i went to whole foods and made a salad.
and only drank a quarter can of pop.
drove less and slept more.
you know, all the things you promise yrself on new years.
i dont know what i was rebelling against other than the xbi.
i didnt want myself to be recruitable.
also i wanted the ladies to love me for my heart, not my abs.
even though my heart was being corroded by corn syrup and mediocrity.
its funny how we can be our own worst enemy.
not funny ha ha but funny oh crap i cant even fit into my pj pants.
this week ive been unsubscribing from junk mails
which isnt exactly the same as hiking, but its baby steps.
but sunday i’ll see you at runyon, terrible big hill.
about all the girls i made out with.
the first time i made out with them.
but i’ll change all their names.
and change all the places.
but keep the music we were listening to.
or the music that was going through my head.