nothing in here is true

  1. Thursday, November 29, 2018
  2. Saturday, November 18, 2017

    bon, who hadnt seen malcolm since 1980, gave him a hug 

    a nice long one.

    malcolm had been suffering for years of dementia

    which is torture for a creative soul.

    bon was all, i wanna introduce you to someone

    and there he was, jimi hendrix

    who handed him a thick 1949 Gibson ES-175, the first Gibson electric guitar to feature a Florentine cutaway beneath the neck, giving easy access to all 20 frets.

    it also had a carved rosewood bridge.

    the men plugged into three story high marshall stacks.

    john bonham sat down behind the drums

    and lemmy strapped on his bass.

    bon counted it out and they broke into Highway to Hell

    sarcastically, since they were in Heaven. surrounded by all the greats, many of whom always loved AC/DC and malcolm’s contribution to music, not just rock or hard rock, but damn good music you sing along to in the car

    or scream at the football game.

    shy little malcolm young, long hair over his eyes, peeks up every now and then watching the angels and saints

    tap their feet

    and welcome one of their own,


  3. Wednesday, April 26, 2017

    jonathan demme died today 

    He had an incredible career as a director.

    Was the last director to win a Best Picture Oscar for helming a horror movie (The Silence of the Lambs)

    Directed Tom Hanks to his last Best Actor Oscar (Philadelphia)

    Directed Melanie Griffith in her best role (Something Wild)

    Directed the impossible – a lecture – to great results (Swimming to Cambodia)

    And directed the greatest concert movie of all time, The Talking Heads’ Stop Making Sense

    We are lucky he walked this Earth and chose to make movies about fascinating people

  4. Wednesday, January 25, 2017

    RIP Mary Tyler Moore 

    Who can turn the world on with her smile?
    Who can take a nothing day, and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?
    Well it’s you girl, and you should know it
    With each glance and every little movement you show it

    Love is all around, no need to waste it
    You can never tell, why don’t you take it
    You’re gonna make it after all
    You’re gonna make it after all

    How will you make it on your own?
    This world is awfully big, girl this time you’re all alone
    But it’s time you started living
    It’s time you let someone else do some giving

    Love is all around, no need to waste it
    You can never tell, why don’t you take it
    You might just make it after all
    You might just make it after all

  5. Thursday, December 8, 2016

    2016 gave, 2016 took away big time 

    David Bowie
    Glenn Frey
    Natalie Cole
    George Martin
    Garry Shandling
    Leonard Cohen
    Arnold Palmer
    Leon Russell
    Kevin Meaney
    Merle Haggard
    Otis Clay
    Scotty Moore
    Alan Rickman
    Muhammed Ali
    Jimmy Bain
    Paul Kantner
    Abe Vigoda
    Greg Lake
    Maurice White
    Dan Hicks
    Harper Lee
    George Kennedy
    Tony “Duke” Burton
    Keith Emerson
    Frank Sinatra Jr
    Joe Garagiola
    Patty Duke
    Lonnie Mack
    William Schallert
    Guy Clark
    Morley Safer
    Gordie Howe
    Garry Marshall
    John McLaughlin
    Gene Wilder
    Bobby Vee
    Pete Burns
    Peng Chang-kuei
    Florence Henderson
    John Glenn

  6. Tuesday, November 15, 2016

    and when the planet hit the sun, i saw the face of allison 

     mose allison
    The Pixies‘ album “Bossanova” came out when I was at UCSB. At the time I was the entertainment editor of the world famous Daily Nexus so I assigned myself an interview with Pixies bassist Kim Deal. She was the sweetest, funniest, most open person I ever interviewed (next to Mojo Nixon – but he was kind of a cartoon). Kim was right there with me. AKA hyper and down for whatever.
    Among many many things, I asked her about the barely one-minute long song “Allison” from the new record.
    I told her I loved the music but I had zero idea what the lyrics meant. Who was this Allison? And what maniac writes a pop song about a girl named Allison after Elvis Costello pretty much wrote the greatest tune ever about a girl named Allison.
    And Kim was all, “yes he did. But ah-ha! Ours is not about a girl. Ours is sorta about this jazz pianist Mose Allison.” I was like Kim Deal you’re blowing my damn mind. She said, you’re welcome.
    Today Mose Allison died.

    Here’s the Pixies song that’s sorta about him:

  7. Monday, August 29, 2016
  8. Monday, January 11, 2016

    my best friend will never be lou reed 


    and i’ll never produce “Walk on the Wild Side” for him


    i’ll never be the coolest dude in a photo when the other two are from the Stones and the Who

    The Outtakes of David Bowie's Iconic _Heroes_ Album Cover Shoot (6)

    i’ll never always have the perfect expression on my face


    my second wife will not be a super hot somalian super model who stays out of the news


    i’ll never wear clothes that makes my eye patch seem like the obvious perfect accessory


    i’ll never write “Fame” with John Lennon


    i’ll never write “Under Pressure” with Freddie Mercury


    i’ll never look menacingly ice cold in my mug shot with one blue eye and one brown eye


    when i take my baby out on a stroll i’ll never look ridiculously amazing


    but i do hope to shake hands with iggy pop in red square one day

    david bowie gif

    so thank you david bowie for the inspiration!

  9. Monday, December 28, 2015

    the most important thing we can be is ourselves 

    juliette lewis with lemmy kilmister of motorheadthe reason we’re so sad tonight is because theres no substitute for Lemmy

    he was his own man.

    he was himself.

    he was not a copy of a copy of a copy of something that was once popular.

    you didnt hear Motorhead songs on the radio. didnt see any videos. Lemmy was never on the cover of the rolling stone. AND GOOD. Lemmy wasn’t theres. Motorhead was ours.

    you could try to wear that shirt but it was better than a Harley shirt. it was so evil looking. so cool. better than a Maiden shirt. on par with a Priest shirt. and a thousand times better than Kiss shirt. and as great as you might think it looked on you, it was so much better on a lady bartender on the other side of the Grapevine.

    i knew he was sick. i didnt even bother to get tickets to the show he ended up cancelling. i didnt wanna see him in any other way than on top.

    he was on top a few years ago when i saw him at Coachella. Slash came out to play a tune with him and even though the festival was all about groovy little sensitive this one or that one or “trippy” little robot acts, it was so refreshing to see a man dressed in black with a civil war cap on and and a native american bolo tie come out spread his legs and growl into a mic thats pointing down as if St. Peter himself is holding it from above

    rainbowwhispering sing it fucker

    sing it.

    when i heard the news today i was in beverly hills waiting in vain for the Sirius metal channel Ozzy’s Boneyard to stop the tape and break into some nice long blocks of Motorhead, Hawkwind and some of his associates like Dio and Sabbath.

    and then i realized i wasn’t all that far from the Sunset Strip, so i parked in front of the Rainbow, Lemmy’s home away from home.

    to be honest, it was a little annoying in there because hardly anyone seemed to know the news and half of those on the outside patio were watching Monday Night Football.

    fucking Journey was on the jukebox.

    i was thinking about ordering a Jack & Coke, Lemmy’s drink, but that’s his drink, not mine. i asked the lady for an IPA and got one.

    then Rush came on the jukebox. then Black Label Society. at least we were getting there. then Motorhead finally. then Guns n Roses. at that point i just got up and put $5 in the machine and dialed up 7-8 tunes befitting of THE MOMENT.

    one of the football watchers approached the bar and asked the bartender lady if it was true about Lemmy. she said they could not confirm or deny it.

    i said, Ozzy tweeted it out about 20 minutes ago.

    and we all agreed there could be no one better

    or cooler

    to confirm your death than Ozzy.

    which is probably the best tribute to Lemmy of the night.

    other than this one.

    a waitress waiting for her drinks told the bartender lady, you should see my texts, everyones asking if it’s true about Lemmy.

    but if they were really my friends, she sneered, they’d know already.