Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
jeanine and i met famously in the newsroom of the uc santa barbara college paper, the daily nexus.
neither of us knew it was an xbi plot.
the original dates were disasters, but at night the agency would tweak our brain dynamics through radio waves
and secretly poison our delicious fruit punch soda.
and soon, not only were we in love, but we were shacking up
and using landlines.
id bring her on my jobs and say just stay in the car, but when i least expected it, there she was on the roof with me
saying quick before you do that, smile pretty for the birdie
sadly, turnabout wasnt always fair play.
the xbi was happy with things so they sent us to the secret training facility on the moon
where we experimented with invisible space suits
on the weekends i enjoyed playing NHLPA hockey with the neighbors
and jeanine liked to stand in the way of the screen
attempting to use ESP on me so i’d sing bluegrass songs with her on the banjo.
jeanine is so sweet she won over every man woman and lizard in isla vista.
my mom still has pictures of her up in her house.
but not this one because here she’s on acid.
jeanine has hand made the wedding rings of all of our married friends.
its a cute little way for the xbi to keep an eye on the santa barbara mafia
but it’s also a way for all of us to remember how special todays birthday girl is to us.
happy birthday sweet sweet hollywood guitar goddess
thanks for coming back to LA for us.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
next month is the 20th anniversary of The Chronic.
even though i felt i had been there forever, 20 years ago i was still new to the xbi
so they sent me to new orleans for some, uh, training.
jeanine and i were super in love so i brought her, against their wishes
but whatevs, everything worked out. and today jeanine reminisced on facebook
I’m finally getting caught up on my LA Weekly reading, re: “The Making of the Chronic” article. Somewhere there exists a VHS tape of me n’ Tony on a Spring Break vay-cay, in the one and only town of Gretna, LA, on our way to the French Quarter, listening to Dr. Dre’s just-released album. During the course of eight days,we had Popeye’s Chicken, tried Hurricanes and muffalettas for the first time, went to that restaurant where they filmed the Folger’s Coffee commercial, ate beignets at Cafe Du Monde, and in the midst of many downright tropical rainstorms, found a killer guitar shop that had a super awesome Herb Ellis ES-165 Gibson, vintage sunburst (I think) that I actually got to play for a while, a la Joe Pass style. Throughout, we agreed that The Chronic was a totally freakin’ awesome album.
today she told me the nicest thing:
we’ve known each other longer than we havent known each other
humble brag: a few years ago Geoff Boucher took me to meet Dr. Dre and Jimmy Iovine. apparently they had decided that they were going to get into the headphones business. beats by dre or something crazy. they wanted geoff to listen to them. so he brought me.
i got to meet everyone, i listened to the headphones. i handed them over to geoff
and then i took this picture:
proof that real life is often stonier than the green stuff.
sometimes moreso in retrospect.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
karisas bf and his buddies set up the death trap but because theyre scientists no one got hurt
me, i protected the alcohol from an alien invasion
even though we were hella late, so was erryone else so i prepared for my dish
not everyone can make the perfect plate of cb sauce but, with the help of jeanine, voila!
people literally went crazy when they ate it.
because no one trusts scientists, they cooked a regular turkey and of course there was the deep fried buddy
there was also plenty of water. actually there was plenty of everything.
people ate and were amazed. so amazed they didnt even eat at the table because it glowed of awesome too much.
then people started playing with the dog
then mary started dancing on karisas brand new table
then jeanine and karisa started talking in russian. and they couldnt stop after a while.
then hot toddys were fixed up real nice along with dessert. which was delightful.
then people started passing out. which is always funny.
merry christmas y’all!
Friday, October 26, 2012
“oj and courtney and everyone but you”
i writer everyday
and ask her to come back
but i do not send em
i think about younger girls
or bigger girls or wilder
girls arent what im lookin for now
but you know that
and its not super, man, thinking about all of whatever happened
that added up to this
which is me alone at 2am
suckin on a pen
thinking of how i write and write and nothings
you drive through the desert
and you see two things
oilrigs pumping and windmills spinning
motion and no movement
spirit, no action.
whirling and whirling
typing and hoping and praying
im gonna die without her
thinking im so stupid to even be thinking
everyone gets over theirs
i got over mines
whats so damn perfect about this little flatchest grrl
with her perfect hair and lips
we’d kiss and cry and lie all night
slept in so many rooms
all over california mexico and foreign lands like
gretna and maui
whats the good lord got saved for me
do bums in the street with heaps of dirty clothes used as sheets
snoozing away in a doorway think about what the lords gonna bring em
and who am i to ask when theyve got real dreams
i just want my little girl.
clouds pass by overhead silent in the nightsky
theyre going to where clouds die
and theyve seen her why dont they tell me hows it really.
the rain, it rains, and it pours on a little pink girls bike
half falling down no kickstand
im damned why wont he say it
in a holding cell not hell but close someone in the cloud has a rope
but theyre scared id use it the cheater way and youd see dangling converses
in the morning with milk but i got better plans dear fans
i just want my little girl.
and they bowl as the rain pours tears from sobbing saints twentyfour hours it flashes
semis blow past spray mud on the corn and i wish sometimes i wasnt born
you dont need me what role am i bukowski kicks the crap outta this guy
dont sex good anymore and i cant hit a curve
i teach fools how to sell im the king of the nerds
so whys he got me breathing still aint i paid all my bills
maybe thats it.
i still want my little girl.
with jeanine j natale
at the hollywood bowl
as the santa ana winds blow their warm breath on us
under the stars.
opening act: mark knopfler of the dire straits
bro also produced dylan’s Infidels album
yes im lucky.
Monday, October 22, 2012
i’m a very lucky little blogger
Friday, June 1, 2012
may 1, xbi not only gives me playoff tickets, but access to the exclusive chairman’s room. only bummer, ive gotta rub shoulders with ashton kutcher.
may 2, junior seau’s mom cries, “Take me, take me, leave my son” after he killed himself.
Daniel Chong ate glass, drank urine, and took methamphetamine (that had been accidentally left in the jail cell) to survive. While hallucinating, he carved “Sorry Mom” into his arm with glass.
Magic Johnson’s first order of business as new Dodger owner? Cut the prices of parking down to just $10
may 3, michele bachmann is a politician
may 4, MCA dies. the entire world mourns.
may 5, saw the Avengers, was entertained for a few hours
may 7, still sad about MCA
may 8, the AL East is upside-down
may 9, president obama supports gay marriage, the bible pretty much does too
may 10, colin marshall interviews me for an hour. probably the best interview anyone has ever done with me.
may 11, karisa was all lets just go to vegas and get wasted at the pool for a few days. i reluctantly say fine.
may 12, did a quick favor for the xbi
may 14, bye poolside canadians
may 15, sometimes its good to make a list of wants
may 15, “i wanna mend your heart like drake”
may 16, robin quivers has been part of radio’s most successful show for decades. now she needs our prayers
may 17, the real reason xbi agents wear sunglasses a lot
may 18, kerry wood retires from baseball. we’re all officially old.
may 19, bet the paycheck on the nose of gray mare? why not. lifes fleeting.
Taco truck next to a Taco Bell instagr.am/p/K1lRSwoCji/
— Tony Pierce (@busblog) May 20, 2012
may 20, Taco Bell talks to me on Twitter. i *am* somebody.
may 20, i invent the 30 minute church. for the kids.
may 21, truest and i see the last clipper game of the season (and get free tshirts)
may 22, im unanimously elected onto the LA Press Club board of directors (no free tshirt)
may 24, after many years i return to the softball field. terrible idea. lets talk about the Kings instead.
may 24, krista gets a pretty sweet gig on a huge tv show
may 25, star wars is 35 years old. kiss the girl in front of you.
may 26, Jesus was way cool
may 27, how i met your mother
may 28, montreal pots and pans protest gets bigger, deffer
may 30, what the lisa marie presley michael jackson tv sitcom should be called
may 31, why i should seek mental treatment
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
its the sweetest story ever. i had such a crush on her. then we went on three dates and there was no spark.
i probably thought she was boring and she probably thought i was a dick.
BUT SOMETIMES THE ANGELS ARE ALL WHOOPS WE TOOK A SMOKE BREAK – WHAMMO
and suddenly jeanine was playing guitar for me and i was all whoa nelly!
turned out she was hiding all of her magic behind her beautiful hair.
but when she played guitar there was no hiding anything, it came out
and i said to myself: i must have her.
spring break was about to happen but the first day of spring break coincided with The California Collegiate Journalism Awards.
jeanine and i both worked at the college paper and the awards that year were up in Sacramento.
she had a relatively new car. i did not. “hey wanna drive up to Sacto with me?” she asked.
i was all OMG YES! except this was back in the day so we didnt say OMG YES!
we said why yes, m’lady.
i had plans to kiss her in Buellton home of the famous split pea soup.
oh i had so many designs.
and right when i was getting in the car, floppy haired Trevor Topp goes “hey Jeanine, got room for one more!”
i steamed from the back seat all the way up there.
as was tradition, all the men from our newspaper wore dresses to the awards.
mine was exceptionally beautiful and also i was quite nervous.
so in the hotel room i grabbed her and gave her a huge kiss
that night i won an amazing award, but better yet that night i had a girlfriend
who would be in my life for centuries later.
happy anniversary jeanine rosario natale.
im a little jealous yr still in isla vista :)
Monday, February 13, 2012
can you believe she dated me?
can you believe shes back in Isla Vista?
can you believe she loves me?
well i love her too.
and im glad shes making the best town better.
and im glad shes still playing her guitar.
and im glad shes still sounding as beautiful as she is.
theres very few people who know me and vice versa
and im very glad she is one of that small small number
happy birthday birthday girl