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nothing in here is true

  1. Wednesday, October 4, 2017

    the LAT has decided to unionize 

    seems like theyre nervous about their parent company Tronc

    which is the Tribune, of Chicago, which hasn’t really given them any reason to trust

    first of all, dumb name, tronc, wtf.

    next, they made the editors ALSO publishers which breaks so many rules of journalism

    then they did weird things like try to get their execs to go to the Oscars

    allegedly they took the tickets allocated to the writers and gave em to the Chicago bigwigs

    then they fired a half dozen top editors

    then when they realized a copy editor was married to someone they had just axed, they fired her too.

    thats not exactly how you build trust.

    and it’s not even journalistically sound.

    hows about only fire people if they suck. dont fire them if they intimidate you or are married to someone you just canned?

    it makes me doubly sad because i grew up reading Chicago journalism

    and i spent four of my happiest years at the Times with many of these professionals

    most of the time they were teaching me how to be professional.

    the LA Times not only wanted the best writing and editing and photography and graphics and art and and and and but they also wanted it to be done correctly.

    it was a slow process and not everyone was on board but for the most part the goal was simple: dont fuck up and you wont if you have the proper goals

    accuracy was the properest of goals.

    not speed.

    i remember the day Michael Jackson died. a bunch of outlets were saying he was dead and maybe he was dead but the whole world was waiting for the ultimate umpire of a Los Angeles tragedy to make the call.

    our site nearly went down because so many people were refreshing their browsers.

    at first we thought we were getting hacked or it was a virus because the traffic was crippling to the mighty site.

    and when the news finally was published it was so bittersweet because finally we knew the truth

    but the truth was so so so so sad.

    but it was the truth, which is all that matters inside that building.

    tronc fucked up in major ways in their relationship with the LA Times

    they should have seen this coming, they should have seen that they created this.

    but alas, they have different goals

    and the satisfaction of the hard working and veteran LA Times staff has not been one of them.

    which was so dumb it’s hard to believe.

  2. Tuesday, October 3, 2017

    there’s two kinds of people in LA: phonies and friends 

    you cant really blame the phonies because theres these beautiful houses on the hills of hollywood and mansions in beverly hills

    not to mention beach pads in malibu

    and fancy cars stuck in traffic alongside you.

    and the phonies think that if they change who they are they will get the things that they want.

    of course they are wrong. dead wrong. mostly wrong.

    life is about living Your life, your truth, your path.

    and if you get the house on the hill off that then great, you don’t have to change anything once you get it.

    what the people in those houses won’t tell you is the turnover rate of those mcmansions are high

    not because people be flipping them

    but because fakers don’t belong there and the houses spit em right out.

    tom petty died twice yesterday and he was no faker.

    once he brought the Replacements on tour with him and they even jammed with he and the Heartbreakers from time to time.

    the first time I saw Tom Petty was in the mid-80s. the Southern Accents tour.

    i was renting a room from an old lady in Inglewood and I walked down to the show at the Forum.

    for some reason i had an extra ticket and no one was buying so i placed my ticket down on the ground in the parking lot.

    i dont think anyone took it.

    next time i saw him was in 1989, also at the Forum, when the Replacements opened.

    it was so surreal seeing them play in such a huge place, for them.

    i dont remember a thing about Petty’s performance because i was so nuts for the Mats.

    im sure i saw him again but the next time I am certain about was in january of 1997.

    he played five nights at the legendary Fillmore in Frisco

    only reason i know which show i went to was afterwards they were handing out Free posters and it was the night of the green mermaid.

    again, no memories of the show other than the poster.

    which i have carried around with me from apartment to apartment, lo these 20 years since.

    about 10 years ago he played at the Hollywood Bowl and i didn’t have tickets so i brought $100 cash with me but everyone was selling tickets starting at $150

    so i went home.

    then a few years ago he played several nights at the smaller-than-the-Fillmore Henry Fonda Theater. my buddy Todd had a last minute extra ticket and he asked if i wanted to go, i said hell yeah

    and that was the first time i ever took Uber cuz i had to get there fast and i didnt wanna park.

    you may have remembered my little blog post about how we sat in the bar and listened through the door for a bunch of it because it sounded soooo good out there in the lobby because Petty had these arena sized amps and it filled the little club so well

    probably the best sounding show ive ever been to.

    the last time i saw him was just a few weeks ago at the Bowl.

    i had heard that he was sick so i didnt sell my tickets.

    we went. we laughed. we sang. and we got a little sad when glitches of something not so right appeared through his person.

    in fact the whole time i felt like i was watching a time bomb slowly tick tick ticking.

    so when they announced on twitter yesterday that he was rushed to the hospital i was all, whattya know, the person who told me was right about his illness.

    and then last night he died and even though we were already sad about Vegas, i was doubly sad about Petty

    a guy who was never a phony

    who was always cool

    who never tried to be anyone other than who he was: a chill lover of rock and all that has made up rock.

    but i still cant believe he’s gone.

  3. Sunday, October 1, 2017

    had the most beautiful dream last night 

    i never dream, so when i do they’re usually bad

    because they know they’re unwelcome

    but this one was fantastic

    and when i woke up i felt good inside.

    but as i watched football today i thought

    wait a damn second

    that dream tricked you.

    aint nothing changed in your life.

    everythings exactly the same.

    because that did not happen.

    why would you believe the movie

    and not the book.

    every day i write the book.

    we know what the truth is.

    truth is that dog wanted his hair cut that way, aint nobody’s fault.

    everybody wants something a little different.

    and some people want dreams.

    well you can have mine.

    free.

  4. did the longest lyft ride i ever did yesterday 

    prettiest girl you ever did see.

    black girl!

    curls and curls and curls and curls

    fuzzy flip flops and a big purse.

    picked her up in the hills of hollywood and we needed to run some errands she told me

    most expensive brand lyft has and there i was playing old school smooth jazz from wes montgomery

    on a saturday afternoon in los angeles

    smack dab on a Jewish holiday.

    the roads were smooth, the sun was bright

    and first thing she says once we get rolling is

    oooh – i like that music.

    i have this theory that i may have shared once before about native californians, including native los angelenos and that is that they are extremely mellow and down to earth because if they grew up here

    they have seen it all

    and i would say that even though she had the funniest way of saying things

    she was chill

    so we went south then east then west then south

    talking about race, soul food, tacos, bell hooks, college, snapchat and most importantly taking three busses to get to high school

    hour and a half drive.

    there were times when there wasnt anything to say and nothing was said.

    rarely does that happen but there it was.

    and when it was done she even tipped me.

    called my mom as i drove home and called it a day.

    but not before ordering some bell hooks off amazon.