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nothing in here is true

  1. Thursday, February 9, 2017

    this pretty girl was all omg i would love you so hard if you let me 

    and i was all listen

    if you knew me even a little youd know that the only reason anyone is even slightly interested in busblog is because this entire thing is an illusion

    palm trees in winter

    warm winds before the oscars

    fantasy island baby da plane da plane

    im here for one reason and one reason only and its not to be married five kids ranch home in the valley mini van key party

    panic room

    i am here to take you to the rock show once in a blue moon and

    watch shooting stars in the back seat maybe

    May

    be.

    the first fifty years was about saving the world

    the next fifty is about writing books.

    this was always the plan.

    bukowski didnt hit till after 50 and even then he wasn’t super happy. he was pretty happy but not super happy and unlike him i wanna be super happy. i know im not as handsome as he was or as tough or even as talented but im not a drunk im not wild

    and best of all im black so i dont crack.

    she was not happy with this response.

    i could tell because this morning she returned the cheerleader outfit, hot pants, and headdress.

    strangely she kept the shoes.

     

  2. Monday, January 2, 2017

    why didn’t anyone tell me Tapestry is fantastic 

    cnn was showing their giant deal called “The 70s”

    we’ve seen it all before.

    VH1 used to do it better (RIP VH1)

    but there was old CNN plugging away and they were bouncing around from this one to that one, curiously never showing clips of the subject at hand talking about their success or making the work or anything, but whatevs

    and they get to Tapestry and Tom Hanks pops in and says that when that record came out, if you went somewhere with friends in two groups of cars… and if one was the boys car and the other was the girls car… if you got in the girls car this is what theyd be playing out of the cassette deck.

    i guess i was never in the girls car because even though i had seen this record name-checked over the years, i never bought it.

    for some reason i never knew that this was the record that had “You’ve Got A Friend”, “So Far Away” and “You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman”. and for damn sure i didn’t know it had “I Feel The Earth Move”.

    so here i was on a lazy Monday, not really wanting to do much more than order Chinese and listen to some music and I said oh we live in 2017, I can just go to Apple Music and play all of Tapestry if I want. lets see what this is all about.

    and not only are the hits great, but the album as a whole is a real thing on its own. and who knew she wrote that Shirelles tune “Will You Love Me Tomorrow”. i even like her version.

    so maybe once a week i’ll listen to classic records that i shoulda probably have heard by now but i wasnt in the girls car enough.

  3. Monday, November 21, 2016

    full weekend. too full to write 

    coulter reading

    friday i MCed the SW Lauden Replacements-inspired mystery novel short story collection

    did i know what i was doing? do i ever?

    most of life is being on time.

    the rest is being black and proud.

    i was incredible. the writers/readers were too.

    we even had a guy who skyped in from Scotland to read.

    turned out it was his idea, he got the book deal, and it wouldnta happened without him.

    also his story was great.

    afterwards some of our friends played replacements songs and it was beautiful

    weird thing about my friends: we all love the Replacements soooooo much, but for some reason it’s like an unspoken rule that you dont cover them you dont sing them at hootenannys and you dont really even talk about them very much

    but when this book came out i guess a few of them were all, lets learn some tunes and rock that shit

    it was dylan, greg and marko

    marko was a local santa barbara teen who stumbled across our friends and befriended them

    he placed bass in Popsicko which was fronted by Keith Brown (RIP) who went to high school with coulter, greg, and dan

    he said something really nice at the beginning, he said, a lot of these guys have known each other since freshman year of college

    and a few have known each other since high school so it’s really great to be around them

    because these songs mean so much to all of them.

    so true. so very true.

    afterwards i got a few tacos at a taco stand, then ubered for a while.

    it was a good weekend.

  4. Wednesday, November 16, 2016

    The Frogtown Serenaders debuted last night at the Mint in Hollywood 

    Os and Greg

    and they were fantastic.

    Mr. Hepburn and I had front row seats in part because Mr. Oswald J. Tyler had not sang in front of a live audience since Heather’s wedding

    and it’s always great to hear Greg play any sort of guitar, even the acoustical.

    this band is a super group of sorts which only is happening because Greg has parted ways with Vaude and the Villians, which was and is a great group, but as a fan, when theres 20 people on stage its hard to hear the rhythm guitarist.

    so i was very grateful to see this new combo which contains the trumpet (or is it a coronet) and banjo dual attack of soloists.

    this picture also doesnt show off their 24-year-old singer lady whose name escapes me but she was as talented as she is beautiful

    even her parents were in the audience last night — awwwww – because they heard about Os

    awwwwwwwwww

    they play again in a couple of weeks at a Cubs bar in DTLA so i will have better video and pictures from that gig.

    last night i just wanted to get wasted because of sads from politics.

    whaaaaaa.

  5. 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:

  6. Saturday, October 8, 2016
  7. Saturday, July 23, 2016

    big in japan 

    french wikipedia tony pierce

    long before their super sweet 80s hit “Forever Young” appeared (beautifully) in “Napoleon Dynamite“,

    the german group Alphaville in 1984 released their debut single

    “Big in Japan”

    a melancholy synth driven curiosity reportedly about two lovers trying to kick heroin.

    I will wait here for my man tonight
    It’s easy when you’re big in Japan

    waiting for the man, a nod for what lou reed was doing on the velvet underground’s debut track two decades previously

    Hey, white boy, what you doin’ uptown?
    Hey, white boy, you chasin’ our women around?
    Oh pardon me sir, it’s the furthest from my mind
    I’m just lookin’ for a dear, dear friend of mine
    I’m waiting for my man

    but really it was about being a loser in your hometown, but it’s ok

    because somewhere

    in a beautifully magical place

    across the sea

    there are people who understand you perfectly and love you

    and there you are godhead.

    the people of france think i was the editor of the daily nexus.

    if only.

    but whatevs, merci.

  8. Monday, July 18, 2016

    dear tony, are you sure you’re not a rock star? 

    tom morello

    let’s see…
    cubs hat: check
    cubs shirt: check
    beautiful cherry wood gibson SG: check
    but i let my axe hang a lot lower than that
    also, the only time i wear a cubs hat and cubs shirt at the same time is at Wrigley Field

    but i do love Tom Morello and Rage and what he wrote in yesterdays LA Times

    is better than anything i ever wrote there times 100

  9. Tuesday, July 12, 2016

    this is the second summer in a row i cant see weird al 

    weird-al-yankovic-mandatory-fun-tour-review

    last summer something happened and i couldnt go so i sold my tickets to ross french, known cubs fan

    this summer everything was great when mr matt welch wrote me and said

    pick me up at the airport, bring some sushi, we are going to a great party

    there will be famous people, free drinks, and probably cheerleaders.

    then he said, respond to this email asap and say yes.

    so i did and i did totally forgetting that i had tix to weird al at my favorite venue

    the hollywood bowl

    i dont have any weird al records

    but do you need any? for a while his music was on the radio constantly.

    then when i lived with whalen, he held him in great honor.

    if only i knew whalen’s number id offer them to him, gratis.

    so i put them on ebay and did you know you can send a portion of the winnings to charity?

    i looked for some non profits in isla vista or my old town in illinois but i didnt see anything good

    then i checked out hollywood and there was a non profit for runaway teens.

    so they will probably get $25-$50 of my winnings.

    developing…

  10. Saturday, June 18, 2016

    keith richards exuding magic all over the page 

    keith richards 1963
    im finally reading the keith richards autobio “life”. actually johnny depp is reading it to me via audible.  you miss details when youre driving around LA listening to johnny read the words of the stone, you daydream and think, “did johnny really know what he was in for? this book is loooong. is he tired? did he get paid a million bucks or did he do it for free?”

    but then a passage like this comes to you and you hope you remember to make note of it. so heres the note: keith is incredible.

    we are on page 108 when Keith, talking about 1963, the time right before the stones blew up, writes:

    There you have it. That was all we listened to at the time. Just American blues or rhythm and blues or country blues. Every waking hour of every day was just sitting in front of the speakers, trying to figure out how these blues were made. Chicago blues hit us right between the eyes. And as long as we were all together, we could pretend to be black men. We soaked up the music, but it didn’t change the colour of our skin. Some even went whiter. Brian Jones was a blond Elmore James from Cheltenham. And why not? You can come from anywhere and be any colour. We didn’t want to make money. We despised money, we despised cleanliness, we just wanted to be black motherfuckers. Fortunately we got plucked out of that. But that was the school; that’s where the band was born.

    The early days of the magic art of guitar weaving started then. You realise what you can do playing guitar with another guy, and what the two of you can do is to the power of ten, and then you add other people. There’s something beautifully friendly and elevating about a bunch of guys playing music together. This wonderful little world that is unassailable. It’s really teamwork, one guy supporting the others, and it’s all for one purpose, and there’s no flies in the ointment, for a while. And nobody conducting: it’s all up to you. It’s really jazz: that’s the big secret. Rock’n’roll ain’t nothing but jazz with a hard backbeat. So we sat there in the cold, dissecting tracks for as long as the meter held out. A new Bo Diddley record goes under the surgical knife. Have you got that wah-wah? What were the drums playing, how hard were they playing . . . what were the maracas doing? One of the first lessons I learnt with guitar playing was that none of these guys were actually playing straight chords. There’s a throw-in, a flick-back. Nothing’s ever a straight major. It’s an amalgamation, a mangling and a dangling and a tangling thing. There is no “properly”. There’s just how you feel about it. Feel your way around it. It’s a dirty world down here.

    Mostly I’ve found, playing instruments, that I actually want to be playing something that should be played by another instrument. I find myself trying to play horn lines all the time on the guitar. When I was learning how to do these songs, I learnt there is often one note doing something that makes the whole thing work. It’s usually a suspended chord. It’s not a full chord, it’s a mixture of chords, which I love to use to this day. If you’re playing a straight chord, whatever comes next should have something else in it. If it’s an A chord, a hint of D. Or if it’s a song with a different feeling, if it’s an A chord, a hint of G should come in somewhere, which makes a 7th, which then can lead you on. Readers who wish to can skip Keef’s Guitar Workshop, but I’m passing on the simple secrets anyway, which led to the open-chord riffs of later years — the Jack Flash and Gimme Shelter ones.

    stones 1963There are some people looking to play guitar. There’s other people looking for a sound. I was looking for a sound when Brian and I were rehearsing in Edith Grove. Something easily done by three or four guys and you wouldn’t be missing any instruments or sound on it. I just followed the bosses. A lot of those blues players of the mid-Fifties — Albert King and B. B. King — were single-note players. T-Bone Walker was one of the first to use the double-string thing — to use two strings instead of one, and Chuck got a lot out of T-Bone.

    Musically impossible, but it works. The notes clash, they jangle. You’re pulling two strings at once and you’re putting them in a position where actually their knickers are pulled up. You’ve always got something ringing against the note or the harmony. The reason that cats started to play like that was economics — to eliminate the need for a horn section.

    Brian and I, we had the Jimmy Reed stuff down. When we were really hunkering down and working, working, Mick obviously felt a little bit out of it. Also he was away at the London School of Economics for much of the day to start with. He couldn’t play anything. That’s why he picked up on the harp and the maracas. Brian had picked up the harmonica very quickly at first, and I think Mick didn’t want to be left behind. I wouldn’t be surprised if from the beginning it wasn’t just from being in competition with Brian. And Mick turned out to be the most amazing harp player. I’d put him up there with the best in the world, on a good night. Everything else we know he can do — he’s a great showman — but, to a musician, Mick Jagger is a great harp player. I find it hard to listen to him without awe. His harp playing is the one place where you don’t hear any calculation.

    I say: “Why don’t you sing like that?” He says they’re totally different things. But they’re not — they’re both blowing air out of your gob.

    It was a mania. Benedictines had nothing on us. Anybody that strayed from the nest to get laid, or try to get laid, was a traitor. You were supposed to spend all your waking hours studying Jimmy Reed, Muddy Waters, Little Walter, Howlin’ Wolf, Robert Johnson. That was your gig. Every other moment taken away from it was a sin. It was that kind of atmosphere, that kind of attitude that we lived with. The women around were really quite peripheral. The drive in the band was amazing among Mick, Brian and myself. It was incessant study. Not really in the academic sense of it: it was to get the feel of it.

    And then I think we realised, like any young guys, that blues are not learnt in a monastery. You’ve got to go out there and get your heart broke and then come back and then you can sing the blues. Preferably several times. At that time, we were taking it on a purely musical level, forgetting that these guys were singing about shit. First you’ve got to get in the shit. And then you can maybe come back and sing it.