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  1. Saturday, July 23, 2016

    big in japan 

    french wikipedia tony pierce

    long before their super sweet 80s hit “Forever Young” appeared (beautifully) in “Napoleon Dynamite“,

    the german group Alphaville in 1984 released their debut single

    “Big in Japan”

    a melancholy synth driven curiosity reportedly about two lovers trying to kick heroin.

    I will wait here for my man tonight
    It’s easy when you’re big in Japan

    waiting for the man, a nod for what lou reed was doing on the velvet underground’s debut track two decades previously

    Hey, white boy, what you doin’ uptown?
    Hey, white boy, you chasin’ our women around?
    Oh pardon me sir, it’s the furthest from my mind
    I’m just lookin’ for a dear, dear friend of mine
    I’m waiting for my man

    but really it was about being a loser in your hometown, but it’s ok

    because somewhere

    in a beautifully magical place

    across the sea

    there are people who understand you perfectly and love you

    and there you are godhead.

    the people of france think i was the editor of the daily nexus.

    if only.

    but whatevs, merci.

  2. Wednesday, November 25, 2015

    we were in Paris and the little girl was all i’d rather be doing homework in my room 

    paris

    i said thats because you dont realize where you are.

    she said we’re in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA, Planet Earth, Milky Way DUH

    i said we are in the 18th century, Pareee France.

    theres a little short guy named Napoleon Bonaparte who has a problem. he’s short and balding and has something called the Napoleon Complex which is when you can’t dunk like your uncle tony, you can only drain Threes, which is fine but it gets no love on the playgrounds of Nice and Lyon, the girlies love one thing and one thing only BIG OLD MONSTER DUNKS where you hang from the rim afterwards and say WHAT WHAT

    kirsten dunstwhich in french is QUOI! QUOI!

    but alas, in the distance is a beautiful young fille named Kirsten Dunst whose twitter handle is Marie Underscore Antoinette

    they didnt have twitter back then! my niece, pictured, interrupts.

    au contraire, they had little birds that they stuck numbers to. a Zero meant non, and a 1 meant oui.

    Marie was a big fan of Napoleon because she liked to feel tall and thought points in the paint were overrated. so they held hands and were suddenly married.  Napoleon took over much of the world (aka Europe) but bogarted the booty his armies plundered and France was starving avec le Marvin.

    OMG LIKE IN LES MISERABLES? she said. and I pounded my fist on the table and said OUI!

    and someone came to Kirsten Dunst and said, the busblog loves you. and Kirsten said, omg tell the busblog i love him right back times a million.

    a dove was released with the number 1 on its back but napoleon was playing real life Duck Hunt at the time and shot it down.

    Sacre Blue!

    are you almost done with this story uncle tony? the little girl said. and i was but i said HISTORY CANNOT BE RUSHED petite quelque chosewhen he was done hunting napoleon returned to his queen and said while i was out there someone told me that the peasants were starving

    Let them eat cake, Marie Antoinette said.

    THATS NOT TRUE, my otherwise quiet nephew said. That’s from Peabody and Sherman.

    he speaks very quietly so i had to have him repeat it several times, and it turns out that “literally the first words in the film Mr. Peabody and Sherman” used Kirsten’s line and confused the shy lad.

    i assured him that it was my girlfriend who said it thus the Rocky and Bullwinkle spin off recycled the line.

    because they both looked terribly bored i went into great detail about the guillotine and how Marie was killed by the people and Napoleon was sent to LaBastille on  Bastille Day and the French people built the statue of liberty for us

    and i said, do you know what we built for them as a thank you?

    they said no.

    i said, McDonalds.

    and a french mime walked past and threw down his beret in disgust because i was so wrong about so much of the story but i built an invisible box in which he is still trapped and now we are living happily ever after.

  3. Friday, July 26, 2013

    today is the 16th anniversary of when matt and emmaunelle got hitched in france 

    matt and emmanuelle

    how often do you go to france? especially the center of france? a place that has white chocolate cows with creamy nougat in the middle?

    how often do your friends get married in a castle? dressed like buddy holly wearing a yellow chuck berry jacket?

    to a classy chic french woman like none youve ever met before?

    how often do all your other friends come with you even though none of you has any money to travel to no france

    in the middle of summer, and then take la gare to a town that no one seems to have heard of.

    (fortunately we had a hand drawn map)

    but the thing you realize is money and time are merely dumb excuses not to do things most of the time

    and they disappear into the air when the idea of a week long european party with your amigos is presented to you.

    a trip you’ll never forget ever, a wedding so beautiful that every single part of it was beautiful.

    including this little story about the bride’s family.

    for gazillions of years emmanuelle’s family ran the little cow town of Joncy

    an adorable village that Parisians would escape to when they wanted to “holiday” (aka drink).

    one day the family was voted out of office and they were so sad.

    soon the nazis showed up, for it was the 1940s and thats what nazis did to lots of french towns back then.

    and the nazis said take us to your leader. and the people pointed to the new leader who had recently won the election.

    and the nazis took the new leaders to a nearby barn and set the barn on fire.

    eventually the nazis were defeated and emannuelle’s family was restored to their role of leadership.

    where they sit to this very day.

    the lesson here is, to me, dont freak out when things dont go your way.

    they might be totally going your way in the big picture.

    previous coverage:

    their 15th anniversary

    their ninth anniversary

    their fifth anniversary

     photo credit: the great Jim Lowney

  4. Thursday, July 26, 2012

    happy 15th wedding anniversary matt and emmanuelle 

    matt and emmanuelle get married in joncy france

    if theres one things my friends know how to do its throw a damn wedding

    patt os anna shannon me and others at matt and emmanuelle wedding in joncy france

    they prefer foreign lands like france or mexico or prague but somehow we still have fun

    ben and pat witness at matt and emmanuelle wedding in joncy france

    matt and emmanuelle had such a glorious wedding that we didnt even need to eat or drink afterwards because our souls were nourished just being there.  we drank anyways to appease the locals and went to bed not realizing we were sleeping in magical french barns.

    chris ann and ken at matt and emmanuelle wedding in joncy france

    everyone but anna sang afterwards. i think she just wanted to listen.

    oh yeah a castle was involved. forgot how though.

    dancing

    we danced to french pop music under a tent and drank wine straight from the vines

    guitars and violins

    and said “did we really just see them get married at the mayors office and then the church and then walk through the town as our friends played guitar and violin?”

    and because it was 15 years ago we said “well we’ll know in a few days when the film gets developed and hopefully the prints will turn out.”

    this is one of about five of my friends’ weddings that id sure love to tivo one day when thats available.

    previous coverage:

    their ninth anniversary

    their fifth anniversary

  5. Tuesday, February 8, 2011

    When I was 20 I had hair 

    I also had the strange ability of meeting people on busses in Iowa, becoming pen pals, and then visiting them in Switzerland where they would introduce me to their Korean roommates of whom I would discover what it was like to experience love at first sight.

    Never have I told the story of Ae and our unrequited passion and how it brewed at Versailles and later in Paris and in Lausanne.

    But someone sent me this photo and it reminded me of all of those feelings.

    Including the weirdness that I used black & white film back in the day.

  6. Saturday, July 27, 2002

    five years ago matt and emmanuelle got married 

    matt and emmanuelle wedding

    tons of people were there. it was in the middle of france in a summer vacation town called joncy. white cows walked right down the middle of the street speaking french.

    first me and chris flew into amsterdam and decompressed there for a few days. everyone says that traveling to europe in the summer is so expensive and uncomfortable and crowded and terrible but in the middle of july all the dutch take their vacations and head to greece or the south of france or anaheim so my favorite european town was nearly empty and strange. it was raining a little too.

    didn’t matter. if anything it made it better. even though our marriott had a pizza hut underneath it, it wasn’t what id consider amsterdamian, so i dont recommend it.

    after a few days we took a train to my second favorite european town, paris. paris was cool. by the time we got there though the only restaurant open was one of those chic ones where you eat on the outside in front of the restaurant judging people who walk on the sidewalk. i think all they had left was lobster and shrimp and tasty wine and strawberries and chocolat mousee. after a romantic stroll free of parisians who were also in greece, we retreated to our filthy room with charming view and agreed that even the dirtiest of streets of paris are still much more magical than the best streets of the mission of frisco where we were living at the time, happily.

    only scary part about paris was the fact that no one knew where joncy was.

    it may have had to something to do with my special brand of french.

    eventually we got on the tgv – the french bullet train. once again we found ourselves free of any bothersome europeans. and you may ask yourself, “why is tony so upset about our cousins to the east?”

    i’ll tell you why, because as long as americans have been coming to europe we have been asking for cold cokes. if europeans wanted spit on their waffles, after a while we would just know to include spit on your waffles when you came over here.

    give us cold cokes!

    so we drank wine.

    me and chris were drinking wine everywhere we went even on the train to mont pilleir or whatever the town was that dougie gyro and barney picked us up at, but we were pretty drunk when we showed up and we met up with our friends and tick tock it dont stop.

    we were driven to grandma’s house, emmanuelle’s grandma. everyone has castles in this town. the white cows demanded it. grandma’s castle was pretty nice, but her barn was the best so we all slept there. it was hot in joncy and the windows were open and people were playing guitars and singing songs. all of my friends play and sing except me. i drink and smoke and fall asleep. aaaaahhhhh.

    in the morning we walked into town. first we crammed into the mayor’s office. emmanuelle’s dad is the mayor. everyone was smiling and talking french and then the mayor said some things in english and pat whalen was the best man and he was laughing so i kept laughing.

    then we all walked down the main street of joncy a beautiful parade. matt had on this crazy yellow jacket looking like buddy hollys cousin in law some guy was playing a violin, layne was playing the guitar. people were singing.

    made it to the church and that was entirely in french and way better than most services that ive been to.

    probably cuz it wasn’t full of lies.

    after church we went to the pre reception drink off at a nearby school. only a few of us knew it was a drink off so i placed pretty high.

    piled into cars and drove out of joncy to where the mayor lives. his castle was the best one. three stories, big, yet homey. in the backyard were several big tents where we would eat and drink and dance into the wee hours.

    the camps were equally divided between emmanuelles euro friends and matts dirty american pals. the girls were beautiful intellects on both sides but the menfolk from matts side were decidedly scruffy and crude, like moi, especially with the neverending barrels of wine that grew from the trees of the countryside of west joncy.

    layne kissed matts teenage sister. a fight broke out. it was settled with a highly entertaining breakdance battle. ken had to kiss matt. then everyone kissed everyone. then dougie gyro hijacked the wheels of steel and we danced til the dawns early light.

    rode cows to grandmas castle barn, hit the hay, and have yet to wake from that beautiful dream.

    tabloid: was there