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  1. Sunday, April 7, 2019

    the good life 

    probably gonna die soon because i cant get a job, but it’s ok

    i got to see most of the best bands in the world

    ive had the greatest friends and sweetest girlfriends

    went to europe a few times, canada, mexico

    new york city.

    today amber and i went to malibu to see if the wildflowers had covered the scorched earth

    and they blanketed it with so much beauty that i was taking pictures of gorges and spillways and ditches

    everything just popping with yellows and purples and green green green until it frenched kissed mr blue sky

    like me, amber has been in LA for so much of her life that she has stories to tell around every corner

    this is where we saw a ghost. this is where i littered. this is where a girl kissed me right on the lips.

    first we went to the pch mcdonalds across the street from nobu. i wanted fries. we ended up spending $11 and giving our toy to a little boy who already had the same toy.

    he wisely traded it for a different one at the counter.

    then we went to neptunes net past county line because i wanted something in my sour stomach other than mcnuggets fries and a coke

    but my tummy said nah just kiss the girl and take pics of her in front of the motorcycles

    she had on this tight leotard and short shorts and the bikers checked her out from head to toe

    said this and that and i’ll tell you one thing about me, very little bothers me in this world when it comes to men appreciating the women im with.

    he sure looks happy i heard one say.

    i winked

    i do look happy.

    we went up kanan dune to thousand oaks and the hills were all hi hi hi hi hi

    loooooooooook at ussssssssssss!

    all sorts of greens and just 3d waves of yellow flowers probably dandelions but the tallest proudest ones ever. like jose canseco juiced em. like it was a gay parade and they were dancing on the coolest float.

    am i really gonna die? consider the dandy lions of the bu

    fire singed them and all their friends

    smoke choked them for weeks

    airplanes then slathered them in chemicals

    see how they rose from the ashes

    bettern ever

    like kanye and daft punk

    stronger

    waving to the shiny cars

    hi tony

    hi amber

    they sure looked happy

     

  2. Wednesday, November 21, 2018

    i just read about the history of malibu 

    i now know why it was never made into a movie. it’s so sad.

    this man bought a huge bunch of land over there from a widow for 400 pesos.

    then a guy bought it from him for ten cents an acre.

    then sold it to a guy for a $10 acre. we’re talking 20 miles long and two miles wide.

    but that guy died and his wife had to try to fend off squatters and people trying to build roads

    and then the government trying to build a highway through it.

    what do you do when you have so much land that the government is all, excuse me please?

    the first thing they did was she sold one of the sweetest swaths to celebrity interest.

    they brought in their own security, local government, food stores and shops.

    and then she dynamited people’s attempts at roads.

    but it shows you that you can have all the money in the world (she was worth about $700 million) and yet you’re constantly worrying about people infringing on your property,

    in this case, early 20th century pacific paradise.

    temperate weather, rivers spilling out into the sea, and endless beach.

    but theres no way you get to keep it.

    maybe thats good.

    maybe people shouldnt have so much of the good stuff.

    maybe the sharing is the lesson we need to learn.

  3. Friday, November 9, 2018

    so many prayers to the bu 

    When I first moved to LA, I had no friends. After a while I met a punk rockish girl at Santa Monica College who turned me on to poetry, environmental issues and journalism. She was amazing. She lived in Malibu.

    We started dating and I would drive all the way out to her place by County Line, just above Zuma. She still lived with her parents, who were so nice to me. They knew it was a long drive back to Inglewood where I lived and they suggested that I spend the night out there more than she did.  Even her brothers were great to me. It was a dream.

    I tweeted to her today to tell her that I was thinking good thoughts about her sweet parents. She replied saying thank you, that they had evacuated safely. But she said the house was in the path of the fire and things didn’t look good for it.

    Even though the dad was an engineer, his wife and kids were basically hippies. Beautiful, loving, throwbacks. Sometimes you think, oh it’s ok if a house burns down, they’ll get insurance to build a cool modern replacement, but if there was one family who wouldn’t want a modern anything it’s them. They would prefer that their quirky, humble, super-real home remain as is.

    And that’s what I’m praying for tonight.

    When I saw this Wally Skalij image from the LA Times of what appears to be some emus and a donkey at Zuma today, I thought, yep, that’s so Trancas. Funky, weird, and super chill.

  4. Wednesday, December 17, 2014
  5. Thursday, April 4, 2013

    @courtney on her forthcoming single “California” 

    courtney ad

    I keep writing about California so I just finally called a song straight up fucking California. Not even Malibu, which I still don’t have the keys to the city and I’m really pissed – 13,000 people and they don’t give me the fucking keys to the city! It’s like when Billy Corgan told me he was calling a song ‘Tonight, Tonight’. I was like, “If that song isn’t the best fucking song I’ve ever heard, you will be carted out of town on a cross.” You don’t call a song ‘Tonight, Tonight’ or ‘California’ unless you know it’s major.

    – Courtney Love Cobain.
    Full interview in Wonderland

  6. Monday, February 18, 2013