i was a teenage hand model

i've been bad. not just bad, but negligent. i'm sorry to the two people that are reading this. i haven't updated. though my excuses are just that, merely excuses, i can only say what i've said before: i can and will change.

busy as i've been, i've still managed to find time to attempt skateboarding, join the population of mac users crash b-list hollywood parties, and meet cool people... all while working at my incredibly rad job at amoeba and wasting every last cent on cd's, 7"s and books on the doors. by the way, yep, i got to see paul mccartney play live at the "secret amoeba show." yep, i was three feet away from him during his entire set. yep, i got to witness his soundcheck. yep, i got paid. yep, it was awesome. yep, i'm gloating.

more and more recently, i'm working on experimenting with creating a podcast. yes, just another pop-culturally infused idea that will soon fizzle into obscurity once i find something else to keep me occupied for a few weeks. stay tuned for that shit!

some celebrity just walked into get coffee at the cafe i'm hanging out at on the next block down from where i live. i have no clue who it is. whatsoever. i think it's victoria beckham because there's about 5 MILLION papparazzi buzzing around, and she's got a british accent. and she really looks like she could've been a spice girl. this is especially great because i'm huddled over here in a corner, it's barely 9am, and i literally rolled ut of bed to come down here and steal bandwidth. if you see me in us weekly please feel free to laugh at my ugly mug looking even shittier sitting next to some hot chick.

and since it wouldn't be an entry without some youtube action and a few of my shitty recommendations:

the only "new" album i've been stoked on recently is the bad brains "build a nation" record. check that shit out, dr. know and the rest have still got it, way over 20 years later. no burn out or fade away here, dudes!

other than that, i've really just been in regression: literally (click to see which albums i'm listneing to). i find comfort in my bob dylan bootleg series, the cream box set (ginger baker knew how to go off!), nick cave, black flag, the talking heads, and my bloody valentine. doesn't get much better than this.

being one of the few people left on the planet who actually still buys records and keeps them (is it weird i find comfort in seeing my 500+ collection all lined up on a shelf just waiting to be listened to?), i am continually finding tons of shit i feel the "need" to buy. i have literally cancelled plans because i wanted to have a listen at the original black sabbath box set i bought earlier in the day. fuck, dudes are right. i am weird.

watch this:



anyyyyyyway, as anti-pro-creation as i am, i really these two would've delivered the ultimate duet... a kid. totally would've oozed talent. or been completely useless. wait, it wouldn't have been american, so i'm gonna go with the former... unfortunately, rumour has it that the only biological present that nick the stripper ever gave the lovely polly jean was herpes. moral of the story: don't do dudes in bands, or you'll wind up getting some nasty shit. doesn't matter how cool they are.

it's my party...

tomorrow, i'm turning 21. staying typical to 20-year-old angst that didn't wane with the loss of my teen years, i'll be spending the entire day alone. kinda by choice, kinda not. i've already managed to piss off a bunch of people here in hollyweird, and i'm pretty indifferent about the whole thing. besides, birthdays have never been the balls-out event for me that they have been for everyone else. another year, whatever. at least now i don't have to use a fake id to see most of the shows i wanna go to. i don't drink, so it's not gonna be drunkfest 5000 over here, but i will prolly go to a couple of bars just 'cos i can now. anyone know of a place where the gin is cold but the piano's hot? and by gin i mean coca-cola. and by piano, i mean jukebox. yeah, i'm square.

in celebration of my upcoming non-birthday, i've decided to post a fucking rad promo video of "nick the stripper" by none other than nick cave and the birthday party. watch as nick goes off at some pre-burning man bon fire rave.



they don't make music videos like this anymore. oh yeah, and fuck you, mtv.

...and in case you were wondering what nick cave is up to these days, he's in a sick new band called grinderman, which features current members of the bad seeds. it's pretty rad, 'cos their website featured the "grinderman podcast" which is a series of recording fragments from the band's writing sessions.

check out this awesome clip of them performing "honey bee (let's fly to mars)" live on bbc2's later... with jools holland on may 11.



yeahhhhhh, he's still got it, 25 years later.

their debut self-titled album is OUT NOW. check it out. seriously. no, i'm serious. do it. now. go. seriously.