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  1. Monday, September 18, 2017

    i think about my cat Prince a lot 

    he does things and he cant help it.

    im the same way.

    if you throw his favorite little bell-ball he will run after it like a dog. eventually you will find it near my bed. a weird, slow, game of fetch, even though he’s a cat.

    me, i drive uber and lyft as often as i can, even though i have a perfectly good normal job.

    even though the roads are dangerous, the traffic is heinous and letting strangers in my Benz isn’t the wisest move deep down.

    but i am addicted to learning about and helping people. ive got a friend Ben who works at a Catholic soup kitchen. they lure Catholics to skid row, murder them, and make soup out of them. the poor are nourished and Ben feels good about himself, which is crazy because Ben is one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet.

    got another friend, Steve, who writes novels and interviews other authors about their process. i almost wanna write another book just so Steve will interview me about it.

    some nights i will drive and drive and drive for eight hours straight. peeing just once or twice. usually mcdonalds but today i peed in a bowling alley bathroom. what a great place.

    my problem is i love people for about 25 minutes. i wanna know everything about them. and then they’re gone. no fuss no muss. am i a commitment-phobe? probably. who cares. we live such short lives why are we trying to box ourselves in? why can’t we just enjoy a bite-sized conversation, especially if it goes into a deeper truth.

    the problem though with driving for 8 hours is somewhere along the way you get tired so you eat something and drink a giant Coke. then you get home totally frazzled and you can’t get to sleep.

    luckily for me, theres a long legged blonde girl who dresses sexy and helps me get my Zzzs. and she has a key to my castle.

    do i wanna write novels? yes. do i wanna have a great podcast? yes. would i love to build a house one day and shove a Conversation Pit in there? of course.

    but i am currently addicted to lifestyle choices that keep me a mild mannered apartment dweller with no hope for advancement.

    except in my heart.

    where all my little conversations with the good people of this city live forever.

    occasionally i will let you in for a peek.

    which is how Prince would do it too.

    (my Prince, not yrs.)

  2. Monday, April 25, 2016

    eight years ago today i saw prince at coachella 

    coachellai went with the wild and lovely suzie from canada. we had met once before in toronto and she said omg its tony pierce and promptly twisted both of my nipples through my cubs shirt.

    i was press so i got vip and somehow we got another one for her. those were the days when wearing an indian headdress wasnt that big of a deal and before people could find Coachella sections at their local department store. you just wore fun things.

    that year their two biggest headliners were Prince and Roger Waters. Waters did Dark Side all the way through and had an inflatable pig that accidentally flew away into the night and landed in some guy’s pool.

    we partied with all these dudes from twitter and google and blogger and slept on the floor and drank and had a great time.

    i even wrote a review about the sports car that Nissan lent us. and included pics of Suzie for scale.

    suzie reminded me a lot of Linda from college: full of energy, definitely hippy sensibilities, and spent most of the time in her bikini.

    she called me a carebear, but i later found out she didnt mean it as a compliment.

    maybe the best moment was right after i took this picture we swung around behind us and noticed the singer of Aerosmith, Steven Tyler was sitting at a similar picnic table.

    suzie let out a scream and ran over to him. his posse didnt know what to do, but bikini girls can pretty much do whatever they want. so he smiled as suzie told him how much she loved him and how her mom got her into them and la la la.

    back then you didnt really take a lot of selfies with your phone. it wasnt a thing. you brought little “cameras” with you, or if you were fancy, big cameras.

    i was not fancy so mine was little.

    Joey Maloney was and still is very fancy so his was big, and not only that, but he had a photo pass so he took these pictures of many of the performers. i think he was doing it for LAist.

    i remember saying to myself, this will probably be my last Coachella because seriously how could it get any better than this?

    pretty sure i went about 4 more times since then.

  3. Sunday, April 24, 2016

    prince doesnt have a star on the walk of fame 

    princebecause life isnt fair and sometimes people make you pay for things that you really shouldnt have to pay for

    and the hollywood walk of fame is one of those places where you have to pay

    which is why people like donald trump have stars but perhaps the greatest guitarist of all doesnt

    hung out with AJ yesterday hung out with Todd today watched hella tv

    but still i tried to figure out Prince all weekend. was he insane? was he perfect? was he of this earth? could we actually do anything that he did?

    i have no answers. im leaning towards he was a space alien. in the video of him jamming with tribe called quest he looks soooooo short. but his guitars never seem to be bigger than him like how they do with Angus. someone today said he may have had HIV for years and then stopped taking meds. but i dont know about that. he didnt do drugs and

    then someone said he he may have killed himself. but i dont know about that neither because if he was gonna kill himself it would be the most beautiful and amazing suicide of all. it wouldnta happened in an elevator in the middle of the night, alone with no note.

    same with the AIDS, wheres the note? wheres the doctors? wheres his church? yeah: WHERE IS HIS CHURCH? why havent we heard from them to talk about his life as a spiritual person?

    whatever im sad. prince was amazing and now we dont have anyone even close like him around.

    who can i complain to?

  4. Friday, April 22, 2016

    all i wanna talk about is prince all i think about is prince 

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    yesterday at work i was a mess before i even got to work.

    i was on the phone with my mom driving in to work when she learned about it and as i was driving i googled it and saw it was true,

    i nearly stopped the car and turned around and went home but as prince embodied in his final performance at his home, the show must go on.

    so i went in to work. it was super quiet. it’s been quiet but it was super quiet.

    people would be nice and say hi how are you and i wanted to say Prince is dead how the f am i supposed to be?

    but i smiled tried to tell jokes and i went on with my day which was pretty impossible

    the only actual good i did there was we usually try to at least put a picture up if an Oscar winner or member dies and we try to say something nice but often it’s not as inspired as that one time.

    so we all had a quickie little meeting and my boss decided to use prince’s Oscar win video as what we would put up and we did and near the end of the day i saw it had made it to Twitter Moments which is actually an accomplishment because EVERYTHING on twitter yesterday was about Prince

    rightfully

    so to make it through all of that was actually a little bit of a bright spot in an otherwise dark day

    rosario dawsonubered a little. got home. couldnt sleep. tweeted. one of my tweets did super good. weird.

    rosario dawson(!) retweeted it.

    passed out.

    today is friday and if i was a quitter or a call in sicker i would call in sick but im not sick im sad and gloomy and not at all sure why Prince died of the flu. and i hope he didnt have a drug issue no one knew about. because one reason out of millions that we loved Prince was because he was above all of those mortal things.

    in many many ways he was holy.

    still is.

    still was.

    now i really dont wanna go to work.

  5. Thursday, April 21, 2016

    i nearly crashed the car when i was texted the news today 

    prince at the troubadour

    then through most of the day i asked myself, what purpose is life>?

    a guy cranks out so much music over the years. always on tour. always doing new things.

    always wearing new clothes, new bands, new hairstyles, new passions

    and then what: TMZ gets the scoop that youre dead?

    thats why we do this? thats what happens to the best there was?

    dude played like Hendrix, danced like James Brown, sang like… no one else

    looked like no one else, acted like no one else, probably smelled like a freshly laundered unicorn

    only guy in the world who could wear exactly the same clothes your girl was wearing

    down to the shoes and the purse

    and steal yr girl.

    i saw him in san jose, staples, coachella, the forum and the troubadour

    was better than even bruce because he never let ANYTHING tie him down to a structure.

    only thing he HAD to do was play purple rain and guess what, at the Troub he didn’t play Purple Rain and people didnt give one f. except me because as ashley* said way back when im never satisfied and shes right.

    for the exception of at the forum. he played for 55 hours. half of the audience left after the 18th encore. he had leased the building out for the entire month. he was on Prince Time, not our time. so he would play, make an exit and come back in 10 minutes and play more hits. it was a marvel. he was a marvel. he was the exception of all rules.

    he was the maestro, the genius, the master and unlike many who are like that: he had soul for days.

    soul is the reason for life.

    how do we take care of our soul.

    how do we tickle the souls of others.

    and how do we stay sexy until our very last breath.

    prince did it and i hope we never learn how he died because i wanna believe he just turned into a dove and flew away.

  6. Wednesday, February 17, 2016

    i once had a boss who hated me 

    prince passportduring one of our many private meetings where he tried to ridicule me

    he accused me of being cool.

    it was a while ago but i think he said something like “and you walk around trying to be sooooo coooool…”

    i was all, boss, i wear rock tshirts, jeans and a cubs hat, you think that’s me trying to be cool?

    keep in mind, i didnt even have a car at the time. i rode the bus everywhere.

    anyways, today, just like then, i felt that there was a level of coolness that i have never and will never reach, and that is Prince.

    Prince is old enough to be a grandfather. Lord knows Tyga’s doorman would have let him into that club the other night.

    And best of all today he released his new passport photo, because I think even Prince knew he looked like a sexy MF.

    but when you look at this picture and try to figure out what makes it cool it isnt the amazing jacket or trippy Carlos Santana shirt

    it’s not the Lenny Kravitz afro or Liza Minelli eyelashes

    it’s that thin, barely there, Latin-influenced moustache

    and pucker.

    which all comes from heavy doses of attitude.

    something i definitely had way back in the day, so maybe i was emitting some essence of cool.

    but it sure as hell wasn’t Prince level.

     

  7. Wednesday, July 1, 2015

    Misty Copeland, 32, has become the first black ballerina to lead the ABT 

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    Maybe Blacks are taking over this country.

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    Misty was born in Kansas City, but that wasn’t held against her.

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    She’s appeared in a Diet Dr. Pepper commercial

    and went on tour as a dancer with Prince during his 20Ten tour

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    “My fears are that it could be another two decades before another black woman is in the position that I hold with an elite ballet company,” Misty wrote in her autobiography last year.

    “That if I don’t rise to principal, people will feel I have failed them.”

    Well, you have not failed us. So dance my black swan.

    Dance.

  8. Sunday, November 2, 2014
  9. Monday, March 10, 2014

    This was the set list to the Prince show I passed on 

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    Big City
    Superconductor
    1999
    Musicology
    Extraloveable
    Let’s Work
    Love Machine
    Nothing Compares 2 U
    Take Me With U
    Raspberry Beret
    Cool/Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough interpolation
    The Sweeter She Is
    Purple Rain
    Mutiny/Ice Cream Castles
    Old Friends 4 Sale
    People Pleaser
    Ain’t Gonna Miss U When U’re Gone
    F.U.N.K.
    Dark
    Something In The Water (Does Not Compute)
    We’re A Winner
    I Never Loved A Man (The Way I Love You)
    Satisfied
    I Don’t Want Nobody To Give Me Nothing (Open Up The Door, I’ll Get It Myself) (instrumental)
    Housequake
    The Jam
    The Bird
    Jungle Love
    The Glamorous Life
    Lost & Found W Lianne La Havas

    Hot Thing w/ Doug E Fresh
    If I Was Your Girlfriend w/ Doug E Fresh
    Forever In My Life w/ Doug E Fresh
    When Doves Cry
    Nasty Girl (instrumental) sample
    777-9311 (instrumental) sample
    Sign O’ The Times
    I Would Die 4 U
    Pop Life 1
    Alphabet St.
    The Most Beautiful Girl In The World sample
    A Love Bizarre
    Days Of Wild
    Ain’t Nobody
    Don’t Stop The Music
    Family Affair
    How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore
    The Beautiful Ones
    Diamonds And Pearls
    Sometimes It Snows In April
    Act Of God
    What Have You Done For Me Lately
    Northside
    Which Way Is Up?
    Dancing Machine
    Partyman
    Let’s Go Crazy
    FUNKNROLL

  10. Sunday, March 9, 2014

    Prince played the Palladium today 

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    I didn’t go.

    It was $100, cash. But I woulda paid if I knew he’d play all his hits

    With a horn section.

    For four hours.

    He never plays hits at gigs like that.

    I got burned by his troubadour gig. And last night he didn’t play any hits.

    Tonight: hits for days while I drove LA around LA.

    Don’t get me wrong, I had fun tonight. But I have notifications from several accounts including @drfunkberry who would tweet: RASPBERRY BERET. or PURPLE RAIN

    it was killing me. For hours this went on

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    Meanwhile three adorable black girls tried to buy me drive thru but it’s almost bikini season

    I took EDM stars Zedd is Dead to their gig, I took these Armenian guys from bel aire to DTLA and they stuffed my shirt pockets with ones and fives as their ecstasy kicked in.

    the lesbians were interesting

    As were the stewardesses

    But I feel terrible for the sad guy from NYC who just wanted a burger at the chateau and when I told him prince was playing he asked me if they had food there.

    I said no. And he probably wasn’t gonna play the hits.

    He said oh is the laugh factory good? I said well Dane cook is tonight, you like him?

    He said he’d never heard of him.

    I said maybe you should try the comedy store.

    I shoulda said it’s prince. Pay the money.