when i was driving the Royal Blood bassist from WeHo to DTLA he told me he was gonna be playing at the Forum in a few days.
I said, oooooh the Forum. I have seen many great shows there.
he said, like who?
i said, well The Cars, Manson, Clapton, Weezer, Nirvana, Kiss
he said, Nirvana? How were they?
i said, it was for charity and the Butthole Surfers opened. i sat all the way in the back. and they did something that i only saw once with Bob Dylan at the Arlington Theater… Dylan started the show sorta drunk but as it progressed it was obvious that the booze had been replaced with water, and by halftime Dylan had sobered up and was sooooo perfect.
the same happened with Nirvana. Kurdt seemed spaced out and super chill, but as they settled in the got louder and gnarlier and i dont know if the heroin was wearing off or the weed, but it got better and better.
they played Teen Spirit like 5th on the playlist. sorta to get it out of the way.
very punk rock. very “if you were here for the hit you can go home now.”
i have many things that i am supremely grateful for: namely the women i have had the great good fortune to know in my life, but seeing Nirvana live is way up there. and i take none of it for granted.
yesterday i met her near Rodeo after work. it is nice to work near each other.
i was all, today is your birthday, where would you go if this was your last day on Earth?
she said !!!!
i said, no, for dinner?
all through the day i had been conferring with the ladies at work where to take her. some mentioned this fancy restaurant, others suggested another one.
so i was prepared.
but i wasnt ready for her answer.
CHEESECAKE FACTORY she squealed.
i was all, ok. but what would you eat there?
she said salad AND CHEESECAKE!
so we drove over to the Grove and there was a big line of traffic, she said i hate traffic lets get some pho instead. so i drove that way. on the way she said you know what id really love to do right now? shop at the 99 Cent Store. i was all, you really are a dream come true. what do you want there? she said celery. AND CHEESECAKE! so we drove to the one on La Brea and walked around and all was well. and when it was over and she allowed me to pay her $14 bill, she said, ok im done. lets eat.
then she said, did you know today is Fat Tuesday? i said no. she said what food would be good for that? i said shrimp!
so we ended up at Seafood Express which is not romantic, def not something id see written about in Oprah’s magazine, and the furthest thing from what the ladies of the office suggested, and trust me when i tell you that they let me have it today at work when i reported back.
but man the food was good and we got to see the ice skaters do their thing as we dined on soup and spicy garlicness.
so heres to amber on her birthday and i hope she continues to embrace her true self.
here’s whats sad about this day. i think it’s been more than a year since ive seen My Love.
it’s been so long that the place where we met, where this beautiful photo of her was captured, is no longer there.
danielle and i met at E! which is no longer at 5750 Wilshire. the halls where she once skipped are occupied by another.
this is what happens when you move to san dieger, LA gets sad and tries to move on, but it never does.
the irony is danielle left to study french film and now im the one in the heart of cinema. im the one driving up and down hills of pacific palisades watching the sunset, sighing, wondering if danielle is seeing the same colors
breathing the same breezes
chasing the same sea gulls.
for those of you who miss her blog, danielle is still living large with her doctor beau. she is still as stylish as ever and she still has exquisite taste. during the summer Amber needed a place to Air BnB down in san diego and i inquired from danielle if she would rent out her pad for the weekend. she said she would let Amber stay there for freeee. which is the right price.
when amber got there she called me and said danielles place is phenomenal. everything here is beautiful and girly and classy and just right. it’s a dream inside of a wish.
which is the perfect way to describe todays birthday girl herself.
i woke up and the bears were already up by two tds and i had this pretty girl next to me asking if i wanted an egg sandwich
her name is amber.
when she returned from the kitchen she looked at me
and i was watching the end of the game
and she looked at me again
and again until i looked back.
when i did she looked down at a huge box
i opened the box and it was something ive wanted for a long time but never felt right spending the money on. it was this big Marshall bluetooth stereo.
amber was never one to play a lot of music around the house and one thing she has noticed with me is i have music on all the time.
one day we were in the best buy and we just wandered and i showed her what i wanted but i never thought she was taking notes.
after that i opened my moms gift box which was equally huge, filled with all the things i really wanted too: white socks, candy, and a bonus Amazon gift card. thanks mom!
then we met up with chris and sass and her man and we dined at hollywood oldest restaurant, musso and franks.
then we went to hamilton. which, if you havent heard is pretty good. but looooong. woah. it musta taken that guy forever to write it.
very inspirational that way. i will never whine about how long something takes to write after sitting through 3 hours of rap and song and dance which had to have taken years to fine tune that perfectly.
at halftime amber wanted to pee but the lines went all the way back to the 18th century.
i noticed by the front door it said you could get back in if you have your ticket. so we went next door to the emptish frolic room. while i waited for her at the bar i ordered a Bailey’s neat.
the shot of rum at dinner had gotten me buzzed because i hardly drink any more. so the Baileys just took the edge off of that.
for some reason this birthday had made me nervous. maybe it was because i knew Hamilton would be the big part of it and it’s gotten so much hype. somehow that energy turned negative and got all up in me. hard to explain.
im such a sensitive poet.
i do feel everything.
we took the subway home, met these walking dead contest winners from west virginia
watched when the cast of hamilton went to the white house
and thanked the Lord for all of everything.
i am so lucky it’s crazy how many things ive gotten to do.
i dont remember if i was still working at the record store or selling car radios at federated group
but i do know that once i did start selling stereos there was no better tape to demonstrate speakers
especially subwoofers than
“slow and low”
(white castle fries only come in one size).
anniversaries like this can make some feel old. but it makes me feel grateful.
im glad i was of age to see this record become the biggest debut ever for a trio or a group or a hip hop group or someone.
but it was also fascinating to watch this brand of rap evolve from Run DMC to LL to this.
and it was so obvious right away how much of an improvement it was to integrate the bells of DMC, the aggressiveness of LL with the led zeppelin and Mr Ed samples and just straight up tomfoolery to make this record
and live: all they did was run around the stage spraying budweiser cans on each other and the fans and sliding around in their adidases.
im so grateful i got to see their first show at the Paladium. im so glad i got to see them in college graduate to Pauls Boutique and then Check Your Head
and what a small world that i was in Atwater Village when they were in Atwater recording Ill Communication.
but it all started with the three bad brothers you know so well.