the night stp won sxsw

scott weiland at sxsw

the last time i went to texas to see the greatest show on earth, south by southwest,

where over 1,000 bands rock in every nook and cranny of downtown austin over four days

the year was 2010 and the unlikely quartet of stone temple pilots beat all the other bands.

they had reunited, were preparing to drop a self titled album,

and put on an entirely delightful 75-minute show of hits and new tunes

at the 4,400 seat Austin Music Hall.

i was shocked.

just as i am tonight to hear that their singer, scott weiland died tonight.

i shouldnt have been shocked about either:

stp has way more hits than theyre given credit for

and scott weiland has been a wild gentleman for quite a while.

but still, im sad tonight.

i have a brilliant idea that i know would work

puppetid make a bunch of money off it. id finally be able to buy a house.

i could help my mom retire.

it would actually help people, particularly young journalists.

and it might even help someone who was very generous to me a while back.

only problem is this: it would mean i would take me out of LA.

i freakin love LA.

LA is my Lady.

i like my two jobs. i like my friends. i like my crib. i like my car.

one of these days imma join a gym and i’ll like my bod.

i like that i can see the Cubs play every game on on my two giant tvs.

pretty girls still smile back at me, miraculously, when i smile at them.

why would i want to upset that apple cart?

why would i want to begin the beguine?

why would i want to ruin all the good things ive got going on?

those are the thoughts that go through my head when i hesitate even scribbling down the proposal.

on the other hand, i think, how long can this current good thing last?

uber is doing its best to replace me with cheaper help, even robots.

plus you and i both know im never gonna join that dumb gym.

and the world is gonna end soon, no doubt.

why not make a mark, a big mark, while you can.

especially if others will benefit in positive ways?

at work the video team did this interview with sarah silverman the other day.

she said sometimes the hardest part is just getting up and taking that first step

after that everything’s super easy.

let me find my other pizza sock and i’ll tell you how it goes.

if rock and roll killed a couple of people every day

hendrixrock n roll would be illegal

if raves killed 12 people one day,

and 3 people the next day,

and 8 people the day after that

dumbass raves would be illegal by the end of the month.

if chicken fried steak killed people

and babies

and kids

and moms

and United States veterans who had just returned home from serving our country

day after day after day after day

you wouldnt see anyone being allowed to sell no chicken fried steak

and if someone asked you why? youd look at them like theyre crazy and youd say, fool havent you heard that these fucking things have killed innocent people in multitudes

every damn day?

mankind has never had more information at its disposal at one time ever

we have never had more computers, artificial intelligence, or data

than we do right now.

if we just keep letting this fucking chicken fried steak kill our mommas and

neighbors and babies and swimsuit models

we’re going to go down as the most

chicken shit

group of cowards ever

for not being strong enough to say, you know, you’re right, we can’t handle this.

raves have to go.

we’ll learn a new way to rock.