nothing in here is true

  1. Thursday, October 13, 2011

    used to be fat premiere – amazing 

    used to be fat

    mtv says they wanna capture the millennial generation

    what are they saying about the kids when their two pronged attack is “chelsea settles” about a 325 lb young woman who dreams of being like kim kardasian

    and a series called “i used to be fat” about adorable overweight american kids and their transformations.

    chelsea settles misses for the same reason i used to be fat hits the mark

    because the latter is more real. way more believable, and done in one sitting.

    the premiere episode of i used to be fat gives us an unlikeable but totally ripped trainer,

    a 300+ pound schoolboy and his unsupportive and unhealthy brothers.

    much like the quality of the True Life series we get a little taste of the fears and dreams of the kids next door and watch them struggle and sometimes triumph.

    mtv is doing perfectly fine in actual reality programming, no need to over produce it like they did with chelsea.

  2. Friday, March 4, 2011

    still dont really know what to tell the truest about charlie sheen 

    awwwwother than he is just a spectacular, quotable, trainwreck fixin to happen.

    and even though we’re laughing now we will be so sad when it goes down.

    how come errrybody was so sad when britney was melting down, but they just laugh when charlie does it?

    karisa worked at a mental institution for most of her early development years.

    she says that what he says isnt that much different than what she heard mental patients say.

    apparently having tiger blood and adonis dna is nothing new to those loose of lip.

    regardless if i was mtv id get back in the music video business and let charlie host 6-hour blocks.

    let him talk about whatever music videos he wants.

    let those goddesses sit on bean bag chairs next to him and they can all tell us about the new green day video or whoever has a new album out.

    how come record stations arent making this happen this second?

    why is it that i have to have all the answers to save the world?

    we want to hear this guy spew from the narrow median between genius and insanity – so why not do it low budget but entertaining as well as informative.

    charlie sheen video show.

    on mtv.

    tonight from 6 to midnite.

    why arent i a vp for viacom already?

  3. Friday, February 18, 2011

    Foo Fighters – White Limo 

    This is the Foo Fighters’ new video “White Limo”.

    The Foos have been playing a lot of secret shows in and around LA. They even did one in Santa Barbara.

    One way people knew they were playing at the club was this white limo would show up.

    Judging from this track the reports that this is a heavier record than the rest seems true.

    I miss MTV. MTV would have more facts than this.

    Since MTV hates music now perhaps the busblog should celebrate music videos whenever possible.

    Especially since Gregg designed this beautiful treatment for videos.

    ok, done.

  4. Wednesday, November 12, 2008

    theres so many different ways our lives coulda ended up 

    when i was a kid i thought that by now id have a house a few kids a dog a minivan a huge afro golf clubs a huge satelite dish in my back yard a pool table in the basement a barbershop quartet moustashe a fridgerator in the garage a fridgerator in the kitchen that had an ice maker a station waggon a 401k a beer belly an exchange student a kite stuck in a tree a minibike that my wife said dont let the kids ride but when shes shopping i lettem ride couplea fish named angus and malcolm some rare picassos six seven suits renters insurance and several bowling league trophies.

    instead i have a blog. and you. and pretty much all the freedom in the world.

    how did this happen? how did the lord bless me so? how is it that everything that i thought would be mine is someone elses and they seem happy with it but i seem just as happy without it. maybe more. maybe.

    how is it that every bit of music except exodus’s free for all is available at the click of a button or the spin of bottle? how is it that you can pause live tv? how is it that you can buy a house with no money down? how is it that gas is $2.75 and we think thats the greatest deal ever. how is it that theres a black man in the white house and his name isnt sammy sosa?

    how is it that monday i woke up and both of my alarm clocks said a certain time a half hour earlier than what it was but my iphone said it was the correct time and i swear to you after i took my shower the clocks had corrected themselves?

    how is it that people pay me money for things that take me ten seconds to do and with that money i can send a dutch girl a sweet christmas gift and have money left over to pay for an expensive and sinfully delicious sushi meal for two? how is it that im pretty sure that those sorta opportunities wont end.

    how is it that the cubs arent world champs right now. how is it that i dont have a sweet pair of pumas right now. how is it that yesterday at this time i was checking out a hottie in hello kitty booty shorts and today im not and im sorta ok with that. how is it that ive worked at my dream job for 11 months now and i still take pictures like a tourist inside the building?

    but if you could only answer one question please tell me how all the vjs have come and gone on mtv but why god has john norris the least interesting of all of them and his frosted tips has been allowed to stay.

    bring back kennedy.

  5. Monday, September 10, 2007

    its 421am 

    rihanna im in vegas. listening to gogol bordello on the plasma screen. karisa is snoozing away in her room. my room is calling my name. last night we attended the mtv video awards and it blew our minds.

    like many of you, i grew up on mtv. but unlike most of you, i remember life pre-MTV so when our town finally got it, we were glued to the set – even when the videos were as lame as chris debarge, men at work, and krokus.

    but through all of these years mtv has been a mainstay on my television dial. not only did they turn me on to a lot of music that i ended up love, ive also watched almost every reality series that theyve run. definately every episode of The Real World, Ozzy, Remote Control, my super sweet 16, “I’m a …” and oh so many more.

    so to actually Be at the vmas, and get invited to interview people on the red carpet, and hang out in the free bar – i mean Press Room – and get to talk to Common whose song “The People” i play almost every day – was so surreal.

    i met so many stars. i saw so many of the biggest people. i got to interview so many artists who i’d seen so many times – from Scary Spice to Steve O to Ron Jeremy – and to be there with one of my best friends, in my third favorite city, and get paid for it. well, if you were ever gonna hate, this would be the time to unload cuz ive had a dream weekend.

    speaking of karisa, mtv gave me 1 pass to one of the fantasy suites that they had. in each room there was a band playing. in one room you had fall out boy, in another foo fighters, in one was Kanye, and in another was justin timberlake. mtv said you can get a pass for one room and party there for the length of the awards show and the artist will perform a mini concert. but you can only pick one suite to go in, and you have to stay there.

    so i picked JT for our girl but because Justin was winning awards and having to perform on main stage downstairs at the Pearl, he had 50 cent do a concert in his suite, and then TI, and then Justin came up and did his thing. so yeah, 3 concerts basically. although the suites are big, theyre still just a hotel suite, so karisa was just feet away from the fellas.

    she also told me that when Justin was trying to get on stage, someone pushed her into the former boybander and her hand sorta ended up on JT’s backside. which means that if you hooked her up to a lie detector and asked karisa if she had ever tapped Justin Timberlake’s ass, she could say yes, honestly.

    after the awards we tried to accept Diddys invite to meet him on the 32nd floor of the Palms but were shunned by security at the door of the suite. but we got to ride in the elevator with Megan Fox who was the only chick in the house, other than rihanna, who gave karisa a run for her money.

    afterwards we ate crab cakes and fried cheese at the Peppermill and one guy seriously spilled his drink when karisa crossed her legs in her short black dress.

    and in 7 hours we have to leave this excellent hotel and this fine city and go back home. and ive been here in vegas many times, but this was probably the most fun ive ever had here. booze flowed like it was liquid! the food was amazing. and the company was ideal.

    and in a strange bit of good luck we ended up in a stretch limo that took us to the awards for a ridiculously low rate. particularly since so many limos had rolled into that hotel at ridiculously high rates.

    once again, the Lord showing that he has my back.

    on the way here to vegas, karisa suggested that we make it an Honesty Weekend. since we’re good friends, and since what happens in vegas stays here, we could be brutally honest about everything regarding life, our friendship, and rock music and we had to accept the feedback or answer the tough questions. and i gotta tell you it was a great excersize cuz i learned things about her that i never knew, and she told me things that i would have never guessed.

    if you do have a close friend who you trust, i highly recommend it. you might be pleasantly surprised by their feedback.

  6. Saturday, August 31, 2002

    christina is trying to get my attention 

    christina aguilera vma 2002 by wearing the shortest skirt ever photographed on television.

    shes like me, very low self esteem.

    the daily pundit and this other dude were debating about why im not getting a huge sweaty pile of cash from mags or newspapers or whoever and its cuz im terrified to send anything out. christina is sitting on like three completely finished albums right now for the same reason. they’re not sellout records, they’re real ones. experimental to a point.

    one of the dudes asked if it was possible for an unconventional writer to clean up the writing and still pack the same punch, and i say no, its not possible. but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t still beat the hell out of most of the stuff you read in the paper.

    you could take all the drugs out of hunter s. and it will still be wild and untamed, but the question is why would you want to do that?

    isn’t a newspaper or a magazine or a journal a collection of a variety of writers? are they really all supposed to sound alike?

    i know when i go to the zoo i don’t want to see sharks with no teeth, bears with no claws, or giraffes with brown hair so that they’d look more like the loveable beaver family.

    sure i can sellout. i don’t have to say fuck in everything i write. people who were worried that dennis miller was gonna swear on monday night football were complete idiots. most of america knows when its appropriate to say, “look at that hot piece of ass over there!” and when its appropriate to say, “good evening ms. Aguilera.”

    i would imagine that most publishable writers would know who their audience is and what would be the right time to say the right things.

    as for the “cleaning up” process. i am 108 years old. soon to be 109. idealism has been beaten out of me. at this stage of my life i am happy to even be able to write things down and have people read them. if someone wants to edit my stuff, fine.

    by the time most writers have gone through their fourth draft of their 50 inch pile of dreck, i have finished my 5th mini column and have already completely solved like 8 serious issues and taken at least three killer pictures. let the editors who are hung up on capitalization, run on sentences, comma splicing, and justin timberlake’s ass tidy up my prose. we all have work to do. we all have a role. my job is to gather the info, write it down and move on. if they want to sand the edges, fine.

    odds are i forgot about what i wrote half way through writing it.

    im not making huge sums of cash because im scared. i don’t want some jackhole telling me thanks but no thanks. ive dealt with rejection my whole life, as has most people, but rejection when it comes to writing is something that i don’t like. and selling out is something that is very hard for me to do too.

    i know that if someone hired me i would have to write the way that they want and i think that would be tough, for as lucky as i get sometimes, its hard to walk the straight and narrow when you’re interested in all the other sidestreets.

    to me, writing can be a dynamically enjoyable creative process that can flirt at being art.

    let the boring hacks who cant write anything else besides AP style write AP style, but please don’t try to lump the rest of us into that box because you know what, if that was really the only thing that people wanted to read, then why is it that the blogosphere is so big and my hits only go up each and every month?

    i know theres a place for me somewhere, and i don’t think that this is the only place for me.

    i do believe that in the right context i could produce a daily column for someone that wouldn’t be so tonypierce-centric that would still be edgy, informative, cocky, bizarre, and humorous that people would want to read. i think i could do a decent job of interviewing real celebs and take pictures of them, dont you? of course you do.

    just like theres a place on tv for britney and nelly and justin and christina And the vines, and the strokes, and bruce springsteen.. and even tom waits.

    my fear is that im the replacements.

    my motivation is that i don’t ever want anyone to say, “God he could have really been something.”

    tonight i went drinking with one of the coolest girls in hollywood. she too had a pretty short skirt and extensions in her hair and we drank baileys and shot pool and i wondered how long im going to be able to pull this off.

    and i tried to kisser and she said no and i said, but you’re from my real hometown in illinois. ive never kissed a girl from there. she said, sure you have. i said, not in like 100 years, ive completely forgot what its like.

    she said its pretty much the same.

    i said, but aren’t you curious? im curious. come on, its not like im attracted to you. im just being scientific, its an experiment.

    and i don’t know why i continue to use that line, it never works, but for some reason i use it like all the time because i Think it should work.

    but kissing a girl at a bar isn’t about getting them to think, its about getting them to stop thinking. and thats a tough trick when you go out with smart girls.

    ok its 4:19am, might be a good time to go to bed.

    big shout out to Oish who keeps turning on her friends to the busblog and i totally appreciate that. thanks teresa!