debating seeing Roger Waters

apparently this show is amaze

also hes 73

rock stars dont last this long

except for the Stones, i know,

and zep


tix are like $181

the screens are supposed to be like U2, incredible

and i do love those songs

but they do depress me sometimes

amber has been paying rent, so maybe i should be happy about that and use that money for tix

but i wanted to use that money to pay off the national debt.

because debt is bad, mmmmkay? but missing great rock shows is also bad.

do you see the problems i have in my life?

we’re all gonna die.

i should probs go to the rock show. so i have something to talk to St. Peter about.

cuz lord knows i dont have any good stories up my sleeve,

and all the angels and saints are dying for rock reviews.

and not tales of freedom.

pretty sure soon big businesses are gonna know your every move

your beloved phone rats you out all day

every day

all night.

even if you dont facebook, the GPS tracker is on

even if you dont twitter, your email is tied to a giant company and

that company literally let Bush and then Obama

and now Trump

totally dig their paws through your data.

it’s gotta be a Pandoras Box for someone like the current POTUS

and thats probably why he’s PISSED all the time

that sort of knowledge can do a number to a stable man

imagine if youre unhinged.

today he fired Sean Spencer, the clown prince

he might replace him with Laura Ingram which would be a laugh riot.

all i know is this.

if i was Samsung, and I wanted to take a giant bite out of Apple’s phone sales, i would make a device that wouldn’t rat you out.

id make an email system that’s totally secure.

and i wouldn’t use cell towers to do the communique, id use proxy servers and flubbystones.

people would pay double what theyre paying right now

because to a certain extent, privacy does mean something to some of us

and where theres a demand, there’s a price.

made up my mind, wont turn around

all the years of music.

all the years of Christianity.

then, not that long ago, comes Gospel music.

pure American if ever there was a thing.

black people singing, preaching, witnessing, combining the blues with choral hymns.

but better.

the god in the godfathermother of rock n roll.




you can invent a dance craze that comes and goes, you can invent a pocket fisherman, you can even invent a Pet Rock

which are all brilliant. but how do you just come and create the most joyful noise, the most beautiful spiritual sound of all.

the songs of slaves, not of their native tongue, a true light in the darkness

a retelling of the greatest stories ever told.

how you gonna do that without

singing about it.

picked up a beautiful woman in a high cut black dress

in a good part of town. i had just washed my car. and i was thinking about putting on jazz.

as she approached she seemed younger than 30 so i switched over to todays sounds, sung by women, mostly.

she got in and we hit it off immediately. she was going to a graduation party for some of her fellow med students.

i had a soon-to-be surgeon in the back seat.

i asked her how come in movies theyre always cutting off peoples legs.

she said if you get an infection and it screws with the main blood flow or the big bone, then your leg dies anyways and there you are with a dead leg.

so you my as well cut the damn thing off.

the earlier the better.

she said back in the day, the kings would be fragile from other dumb things that they did in medicine back then and they’d break a leg and it would just die there. but no one had the guts to tell the king, dude, your leg is dead, it smells, and every time your butler pulls out the footstool, IT STINKS UP THE JOINT

one of the leading causes of old school leg deaths: too much sugar leading to diabetes.

i was sipping on a super big gulp of Classic Coke at the time.

rolled down the window and threw it right into the traffic.

im telling you, i learn something with every trip.

you can say anything you want to about me

you can say my clothes are terrible

or i ended up fat

but one thing you cant say is you couldnt get hold of me.

where is this world where people melt into when you send out an email or text

and they don’t get back for 5-6 hours?

where do those people go?

me, i have my phone on me at all times, you know, like a normal person.

if im in a movie, fine, out of commish for 2 hours. but 4?

and during the week i get even more baffled.

during work hours shouldnt you be available within minutes? whats up with being out of pocket for half the day?

this last two days people have contacted me via email, text, facebook messenger, LinkedIn chat, Slack, Snapchat message, Instagram message and even the good old phone.

pretty girl this morning even rolled over and whispered something in my ear.

we live in the age of communication and i wonder about the ones who peace out for so long.

i wonder if

they can

take me

with them.

i dont give a damn about my bad reputation

last night AJ and I saw Joan Jett and then Boston at the Greek.

I never knew “I Love Rock n Roll” was a cover. Anyways when Bad Reputation is your 4th tune, it’s a good set.

Victim of Circumstance (1981)
Cherry Bomb (The Runaways)
Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) (Gary Glitter)
Bad Reputation (1981)
You Drive Me Wild (The Runaways)
Light of Day (Bruce Springsteen)
Love Is Pain (1981)
Love Is All Around (Mary Tyler Moore theme) Sonny Curtis cover)
I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll (The Arrows)
Crimson & Clover (Tommy James & the Shondells)
I Hate Myself for Loving You (1988)
Everyday People (Sly & The Family Stone cover)

Then Boston came out and it was like a bunch of dads who have been practicing this shit for years.

Worth it.


had a great night driving last night

started later than normal but heres what i have learned about control: aint no such thing.

driving around fairfax picked up a native american which in canada they call First Nation

she was from canada – outside vancouver.

do you know of Matthew Good? i ask. “yes!” she says excitedly.

then, “is he from vancouver?”

took her to the Hollywood Bowl to see Phoenix. i think she was going alone.

got on the wrong side of the traffic jam so i headed toward Universal Studios. i figured i might get lucky and get someone leaving the park or a businessman hopefully trying to get to LAX from one of those hotels over by there.

sure enough, a ping from a hotel. hot dam! when he waved at me with his shorts and cute girlfriend i thought oh no i hope they arent here to see Phoenix because that traffic was horrible.

they were going to Griffith Observatory! whoooo hoooo.

have you seen La La Land? I ask. the observatory is prominently featured.

yes, the young lady answered scrunching her face in disapproval. but i didnt like it.

got a couple of short rides and a cancellation that Uber didn’t pay me for, so i headed home, but kept the apps on.

then around melrose and la brea get a ping from Sugarfish.

probably a couple heading home after a little sushi meal. fine. whatever. who cares. cubs are world champs.

dude says, 79th street, westchester. bango! ($28)

got home and amber, who is crashing with me while she finds a new pad, had made dinner, got dolled up

and had done all the dishes.

i shoulda played the numbers.

she said, if i could be in any man’s body, itd be yours

later we passed by this closed down pot shop

seemed a little nothing in here is true:

clean, nice, decent selection.

everyone was female,

even the gun totin security lady.

there was a mexican woman there,

a bud tender,

she told me about how much she liked country music.

also rock, si, but country music.

i wanted to get back there one day and give her a cd of lone justice songs but just like that you’ll never see that person again.

which is why xbi agents usually wear something distinctive

just in case you need us.

what if im a horrible person

would i even know?

do terrible people even care after a while?

i dont think so which is troubling because i sure as hell dont care.

but i dont want to be a nuisance or a bummer.

i dont go out any more and i dont stay in.

either i ESP with people or i use braille.

ive turned into an extremely aggressive driver.

but i do use my signals.

i wrote someone an invitation to the greatest offer in the world the other day

and i know she read it because it says so

but she did not reply.

which tells me,

maybe im a terrible person

which makes her think no way could this be what it appears to be

even though its an invitation to something

so great. so cool. so what is needed right now.

but if the wrong messenger sends it

it gets forgotten.

what would a not terrible person do or say in this situation?

probably nothing.

the terribles are always so loud.