I got some shit to say. And I'm lazy.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Somethin' Hot

I would like to announce the first ever Tdawgblog contest!

I have, as the picture above suggests, two tix to the June 1st Twilight Singers show at Irving Plaza. I don't have anyone to go with.

Would you like to be my plus one?

What's that you say? A date with a sexy mufucka to see The Sexiest MuFucka play songs of black love and bootie boogalooing?

Just picture it.

Me and You.

Love and Murder.

Soul and Rock.

Whisky(Maker's)and Women(Dulli's.)

What could be better?

WHAT IS IT I HAVE TO DO?, you ask.

It's simple, darlin's.

Just put on your writing caps and think hard.

The topic is music, specifically the kind that changed you in a major way. As I have stated many many times, Greg Dulli's music has had a profound influence and impact on me the past 12 years. And I want to know what music did this to you.

Personal stories, SPIN like reviews, funny recollections and top ten lists welcome. The topic is music, but the real subject is us. Or her. Or him.

500 words or less on what band or album did it to you, on sudden impact. And still does.

Entries will be accepted until midnight, May 15th. Winner anounced the following week.*

All I ask is that the words be true. And that you be willing to have one great muther funkin' time.

Think deep. Think hard. Think big.


*No entry fee neccesary, although the committee over here at soy un cabron would not say no to having a few Maker's on the rocks purchased on their behalf the night of the show.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Los Angeles, I'm Yours?

At long last, here we go.

So,my good buddy picks me up Friday, the 31st, a rainy and gray day all around, and we are off. A quick navigation through the hills and beauty that is L.A., and back to his place for sandwiches and beer.

Heath had to split, because he works at a swank and downright funky club, called The Buffalo.
My hot lady friends, Bina and Alexis, picked me up and took me there, and made sure we did it in style.
Drinks were slung, plastic surgery was duly noted, dancers writhed and I had a glass of some very serious bourbon. All for one great tip.

There is talk of some party up in The Hills for a former child star, and the notion is enough to catapault us from our revelry. Driving ensues, as does the rain. We are at the mercies of the glittery glittery gods.

We get to the party. I meet, in no short schrift, the guy who wrote I Heart Hucakbees, the woman who was La Femme Nikita (on TV) some other guy, and a 'producer' of the new Superman movie. He wants to take me home. I am flattered. I am not interested.

My beautiful gal pal, Bina, gives me the look a little later on. It's time.
I'm gonna snort cocaine.

Now I have never done coke, and I find it appropriate that this was the surface on which I snorted my first line. And of course I fucked it up. I couldn't get it in my nose and some guy jumped in and snorted it for me. THANKS! Of course, I would do much more blow througout the course of the evening and took to it like a indie rocker takes to irony, but we'll get to all that later. While I had been sleepy and ready for bed before, I was now UP and convinced that only good could come out of my first real night in Los Angeles.

The party wound down, and we were back to Bina's, for more drinks and stuff, and I met my new bro, who I quickly developed a guy crush on. We talked of books, music, women and the amount of coke we were snorting. Maybe this is my town?

The night wore on until the early morning, and then even later. I got back to the pad at around 11 or so, shared a whiskey recap with my boy, and then was off to drug and drink adled dreams. I was hard to stir the next day, but made a fair go of it.

Bina and Alexis picked me up for a night of bar hopping, which turned into us hitting some other huge party 'in the Hills' which led to me drinking my favorite poison and catching up with another old friend who is doing spectacularly well.

Sunday took it's Sunday time, but we did some hiking.

After that, we met up with the boys at the Red Lion, then off to Malo, then off to the Ye Rustic Inn, then Thai Food, then more house partying. Joey Big Time is the man!

New York, we ain't got nothing on these people.

Monday was recovery and then the moment I've been waiting for forever.

This is outside of the Short Stop, my man Dulli's bar. The guy in the background is Carlos D., the bassist from Interpol. The woman in the foreground is another kind of superstar altogether.

The next day it was back to SF, back to Marky Mark and Joel and The Juice. Drinks at The High Tide with the boys after the show, and these triflin', trouble causing women.

The boys, reunited!

This is not my jacket.

This is Doreen. I tried to buy her a drink.

The next morning it was sad goodbyes and vague promises, a cab ride to nowhere and the SF Bart back home. The sun finally showed it's face. The day I left.

Back home and back to it.

So what do I make of it all?

Sweet and Vicious. Perfetly Awful. Beautiful Sorta. But not.

And what's to come of me?


Oh, I'll be back.

Don't you worry that.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

One Massively Egregious Omission

I feel like an idiot. There's no way this ISN'T in my Top Ten.
Anyone care to offer theirs?

This will have to take the place of Aretha. Sorry First Lady of Soul. It ain't personal.

Alright, full L.A. post coming tomorrow.

Friday, April 07, 2006

And One More Thing...

Because I've been wanting to do this for a while...

What Are Everyone's Top Ten Desert Island Discs of All Time?


10.The Very Best Of Aretha Franklin
9. The Dirtbombs - UltraGlide in Black
8. R.E.M. - Life's Rich Pageant
7. P.J. Harvey - Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea
6. The Twilight Singers - Blackberry Belle
5. Ryan Adams - Love Is Hell
4. Marvin Gaye - Let's Get It On
3. Johnny Cash - Live At Folsom Prison
2. The Very Best Of Prince
1. The Afghan Whigs - Gentlemen

I did this in haste, but I think that given the opportunity to ponder, most of these would hold up. If I knew I was going go be stranded out on a desert island for the forseeable future, I would probably throw more CD's on the iPod, but then we get into the question of recharging it. Hello Apple? Solar Powered iPod please?
I wish I had put some Al Green on there. And Grant Lee Buffalo. And Wilco. And Rilo Kiley.



Can I make a mix?

To Kit and Red

So there is so much more to say on SF and LA, on life and how I view it, but let's face it, silently some of my closest blog friends are probably laughing at how much I prostrate myself before the confessional god of the weblog. I do.

I just saw Badlands.

I said Goddamn!

Who don't want crazy love like that?

I should insert pictures from my trip to Montana here, but that was before the digital revolution of '04.

LA taught me alot. Being back in NY has taught me some, too.

Who knew 'True Romance' was totally based on this bad-ass sweetheart of a movie?

We should all be so lucky to have love like that.

Not that I would kill anybody's Daddy.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

It Was Bound To Happen

Well I finally did it.
That's right.
Enough cocaine to kill a small elephant.

There's a whole post coming on this, but just wanted to make sure I kept you all up to date.

On to the ShortStop.