Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Beasties @ The Henry Fonda. Don't act like you didn't want to go.


I hit up the “secret” Beastie Boys show tonight. This is my second secret Beasties show this year, but we’re tight like that so you know.

I HAD planned on taking a shit ton of video but the Nazi bouncers in the front were kicking out anyone with a camera. I did manage to get Sabotage though, although I had to hide my camera most of the show. I grabbed a couple shots seen above.

I did see Sayid from Lost there… didn’t get to ask him what the fuck with the numbers and the million other questions that never get answered.

Here’s how it went down at the Henry Fonda:

Root Down
Alright Here This
Pass The Mic
Sure Shot
Posse In Effect
Triple Trouble
No Sleep Til Brooklyn
Shake Your Rump
Groove Holmes
Sabrosa
Body Movin’
Super Disco Breakin’
High Plains Drifter
Egg Man
Skillz To Pay The Billz
Brass Monkey
3 MCs + 1 DJ
So What Cha Want?
Intergalactic
Gratitude
Sabotage

I don't have that good of a memory... I grabbed a set list after the show. Yup.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

DirtyDirtyDancing

I don’t dance. Especially if the DJ is playing soul and funk. I will however get down to It Takes Two by Ron Base & DJ EZ Rock. If someone drops that then watch out cuz it’s gonna get crazy!

This past Friday I had to wing it cause the DJ at Goodfoot kinda blows. I imagine I looked like Peter Brady falling down some stairs, but everyone else looked good out there. Mmk...




New high score; Espee kicks ass!


I named my car Espee (figure out why and I’ll buy you Lakers tickets). I set an all-time new high score for a tank of gas on the Prius consumption screen in my car.

48.2 MPGizzles mofuckaz!

Between passing millions of people stuck in traffic with my carpool sticker and saving mad cash on gas, saving the planet has never made me this stoked.


Don’t let the 428 miles fool you, I had two gas squares left in my tank but, I had to drive to Long Beach and gas is cheaper by my house.

Don’t act like you don’t want one now.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

WTF? - RIP Tower Records :(


I might as well go dance on the freeway and let the cars run over me, my life is over. Tower Records is going out of business forever. As a teenager, I spent as many hours as a could in Tower, sifting through CDs for something that looked interesting or rare Smiths Japanese import singles or other stuff i really didn't need to buy. Usually the thing that drove me out of Tower was the need to pee.

This just means there's one less place to murder time, get caught up on culture (they had THE BEST magazine rack), and spend my retirement fund.

I miss you already.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

The Dodgers are out; soul food before Mr. Brightside

Saturday was an interesting day. The Dodgers got eliminated from the playoffs, which bummed me out because they haven’t won a post-season game since 1988. Ramzey asked me why I care so much. I can’t really give her a straight answer, but I do care an awful lot about baseball. I also had tickets to Game 4, which never got played.

So to make myself feel better, we had dinner at Flossie’s on Sat. night and then went off to see The Killers at The Wiltern. They put on such a great live show. Once I figure out how to upload all my videos to YouTube, it’s on. For now the three of you that read my blog will have to settle for still photos.

Basketball starts in two weeks. I have a feeling this season will require a lot more soul food to get through.

Friday, October 06, 2006

JAWS

Damien Hirst is one of my favorite artists and the New York Times has written a brilliant article on how he is re-vamping his work at The Saatchi Gallery in London.

This has given me a great idea for our lobby at work.

Don't bomb when you're the bomb

"It was this big, seriously. I swear, I had to go so bad it was stabbing my heart." - Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

Will war ever take a vacation? Don't these dudes get stressed out and want to lay on a beach in Bali for a few weeks knocking back Coronas? North Korea, Iran, George W., Blair... it's time we all started to chill the fuck out and act like Fonzi on the whole blowing the world up thing.