I chanced to see the video for the new Dandy Warhols single "Smoke It" today. I have heard some rather negative shit talk on this particular song so my expectation was kind of low. I have to say I need to remember not to believe what people write on the internet... Hmm... Unless of course it's something I write on the internet, because I would not lead you astray. I really really liked the song and the video. Courtney seems to be at the height of something very sincerely sarcastic in the performance, and the song itself rips very true to something.
that's it, my wisdom for the moment.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
Is it is just too Bizarre
I must pass on this email in its full form, as an attempt to document. I am utterly baffled and more than a little pleased, it's nice to see someone have such strong reaction, but at the same time puzzling.
here we go, from "Ferguson Riley":
Hello,
I am a fan of your band minus the name. I like your music and i hate your name. It has got to go if you ever want to be sucessful. Its just not marketable. Dont get me wrong, some people like the name, but it is a joke name. I've heard people say the same thing behind your back. Instead of keeping it a secret i would rather let you know. Here's an example, no band with a swear word in the title has ever been sucessful. Your band name is a representation of you as an artist and with a joke name like Shitting Glitter, it seems self defacing and like you dont take yourself seriously. Please consider this and keep on making good tracks.
Yours,
Ferguson
here we go, from "Ferguson Riley"
Hello,
I am a fan of your band minus the name. I like your music and i hate your name. It has got to go if you ever want to be sucessful. Its just not marketable. Dont get me wrong, some people like the name, but it is a joke name. I've heard people say the same thing behind your back. Instead of keeping it a secret i would rather let you know. Here's an example, no band with a swear word in the title has ever been sucessful. Your band name is a representation of you as an artist and with a joke name like Shitting Glitter, it seems self defacing and like you dont take yourself seriously. Please consider this and keep on making good tracks.
Yours,
Ferguson
Not Even Tired
Friday night after work Amy and I dined at El Coyote, enjoying several drinks and a rather large bill. Following our fine meal we visited the neighborhood dog park on Willoughby and Fuller, where we made several new friends and found ourselves coated in slobber.
We had every intention of going to take in a movie for the evening when we headed home and into our now well air conditioned heaven of a bedroom, It was just getting to be 8:00. Slowly my eyes grew heavy.
Saturday Morning at 7:30 Amy decided we had had enough sleeping. I was surprised and delighted to find that we had managed to actually sleep on a Friday night. Amy promptly got out of bed and started researching info on where we could get our car tuned, I tried desperately to fall back asleep and finish out my cycle. I was poked and prodded, tickled and annoyed, finally my cellphone was placed on my head and rung. I caved and greeted the day in full.
By 2:00 pm the Car was serviced and Detailed, by 8:00 the House was clean and our laundry was complete.
A small dinner break taken at CPK brought good and horrid news. Devin called in the middle to tell us that we had been accepted to play the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco, which was the one show the entire band really wanted this year. When we called around to pass on the news we received another news brief, of such ghastly awful content that I choose not to pass it any further, because I can't for a moment pretend to be capable of taking the vilest of all human actions and putting them in words when related to purest of all human subjects.
Sunday Sg convened at Satellite to rehearse from 1 to 4. Booked as a full dress rehearsal for San Diego Pride, The entire posse showed up in force and hammered out the strategy. We are prepared and Excited.
we ended the weekend by picking up the photos from the shoot with Tiger, and inspecting them at said kittens house. I was pleasantly surprised at the quality and quantity of the photographs. I will be fine with looking at them for the next year or so, as we move on into yet another dimension of Shitting Glitter.
We had every intention of going to take in a movie for the evening when we headed home and into our now well air conditioned heaven of a bedroom, It was just getting to be 8:00. Slowly my eyes grew heavy.
Saturday Morning at 7:30 Amy decided we had had enough sleeping. I was surprised and delighted to find that we had managed to actually sleep on a Friday night. Amy promptly got out of bed and started researching info on where we could get our car tuned, I tried desperately to fall back asleep and finish out my cycle. I was poked and prodded, tickled and annoyed, finally my cellphone was placed on my head and rung. I caved and greeted the day in full.
By 2:00 pm the Car was serviced and Detailed, by 8:00 the House was clean and our laundry was complete.
A small dinner break taken at CPK brought good and horrid news. Devin called in the middle to tell us that we had been accepted to play the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco, which was the one show the entire band really wanted this year. When we called around to pass on the news we received another news brief, of such ghastly awful content that I choose not to pass it any further, because I can't for a moment pretend to be capable of taking the vilest of all human actions and putting them in words when related to purest of all human subjects.
Sunday Sg convened at Satellite to rehearse from 1 to 4. Booked as a full dress rehearsal for San Diego Pride, The entire posse showed up in force and hammered out the strategy. We are prepared and Excited.
we ended the weekend by picking up the photos from the shoot with Tiger, and inspecting them at said kittens house. I was pleasantly surprised at the quality and quantity of the photographs. I will be fine with looking at them for the next year or so, as we move on into yet another dimension of Shitting Glitter.
Friday, July 22, 2005
retro pinocchio
i got tight on the welding mask
make it blurry to even look at it
just the sun surrounded outline, all far and deep,
the keeper of the kingdom rest his fist upon the key
stock the zipper up the high line
pull the end up to the leash
nabbing all the dots around me, singing
set aside and down to splash fish against the sheep
retro pinocchio
grow your own nose
tell them like I told you so
okay flash light in the eye
go a head and make my promise
I'll stand up and take your black mark, you got it?
i have your time in mind
make it blurry to even look at it
just the sun surrounded outline, all far and deep,
the keeper of the kingdom rest his fist upon the key
stock the zipper up the high line
pull the end up to the leash
nabbing all the dots around me, singing
set aside and down to splash fish against the sheep
retro pinocchio
grow your own nose
tell them like I told you so
okay flash light in the eye
go a head and make my promise
I'll stand up and take your black mark, you got it?
i have your time in mind
The Waiting Drove Me Mad
Last night we played with Sounds of Asteroth and Skates at the El Cid. It was really a trial in patience and a triumph of the rockin' spirit. I knew we were probably in trouble when at 10:30, the time S.O.A. told us they hoped to go on, a band we didn't even know had been booked took the stage. Long story shorter we waited to play, some people probably could have behaved a little more respectfully of us and somethings just can't be avoided. Finally we took the stage at 1:15a.m. just prior to this every single member of the band including the Go Go squad had informed me we were going to leave and not play... Well... I just wasn't' going to have it... I loaded up a shit heap of heavy equipment and I didn't do it to not get to play. I feared the worst as we were all in a shitty moods when we climbed the stage. Our "friend" playing long enough and slow enough that we didn't even get to pull the fucking curtain to set up... And we never get to play places that even have curtains... So here we go, mad as hell, tired and playing to a room of exactly 10 people.... And we somehow put it all behind us and fucking rock. At the end of the show everyone looked at me and told me they were glad we waited and played. I was thrilled!
Okay... Now to go back earlier to a couple points of the day that rocked the house good and proper.
Wednesday night the shitting heat was barely bearable. I felt violently ill most of the night as I sweated my internal organs out through my epidermis. So awful. So desperate was I to not have to repeat the entire problem that I finally begged my bosses to please let me borrow a portable air conditioner from work (okay, they offered actually and I didn't have to beg, I guess I'm just still feeling dramatic). When we finally did get home late last night we slept like dead babies in a meat locker. I'm in love with conditioned air.
Perhaps the greatest thing of all about the entire night, way better than even conditioned air, was Hoagie, our Mix Master, attending our show and bringing with him three rough mixes. We were able to sneak out to Amy's truck, Devin, Amy, Hoagie and I and listen to the work he has done. Nothing short of amazing, it was a huge boost to us in a bad night hear our music better than we've ever heard it before. I was so happy that Devin and Amy liked it as much as I did. Hoagie was even kind enough to be one of 2 of our people who had the strength to wait out show time, and his words afterwards were a HUGE boost in and of themselves.
All is well that ends.
Okay... Now to go back earlier to a couple points of the day that rocked the house good and proper.
Wednesday night the shitting heat was barely bearable. I felt violently ill most of the night as I sweated my internal organs out through my epidermis. So awful. So desperate was I to not have to repeat the entire problem that I finally begged my bosses to please let me borrow a portable air conditioner from work (okay, they offered actually and I didn't have to beg, I guess I'm just still feeling dramatic). When we finally did get home late last night we slept like dead babies in a meat locker. I'm in love with conditioned air.
Perhaps the greatest thing of all about the entire night, way better than even conditioned air, was Hoagie, our Mix Master, attending our show and bringing with him three rough mixes. We were able to sneak out to Amy's truck, Devin, Amy, Hoagie and I and listen to the work he has done. Nothing short of amazing, it was a huge boost to us in a bad night hear our music better than we've ever heard it before. I was so happy that Devin and Amy liked it as much as I did. Hoagie was even kind enough to be one of 2 of our people who had the strength to wait out show time, and his words afterwards were a HUGE boost in and of themselves.
All is well that ends.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
La Sid
Last night I sleeping was a chore. The horrid humidity and heat made me feel physically ill. I love to sleep and I get very angry with God or Jesus whenever they make a move to fuck it up for me, It's such a shitty fucking power trip to pull. If they think that kind of shit is going to get me back in church they've got another thing coming.
The week has gone well. We had an apartment rehearsal on Tuesday night. I had forgotten that rehearsing quietly in a small environment has it's own upside that are opposite of rehearsing in big loud room. We are still pretty lucky to be able to rehearse in such a small space and not have those people living and renting around us burn us with torches.
We play tonight, a last minute show at the El Cid. We go on late, so there will be few people there, that seems fine by me though. I've been missing playing, it will feel nice to get back at it.
I leave you know with this to think about:
"I used to be you, Mitch... And lately I've been missing me, and I asked Hathaway if I could room with me and he said, 'Sure.'"
The week has gone well. We had an apartment rehearsal on Tuesday night. I had forgotten that rehearsing quietly in a small environment has it's own upside that are opposite of rehearsing in big loud room. We are still pretty lucky to be able to rehearse in such a small space and not have those people living and renting around us burn us with torches.
We play tonight, a last minute show at the El Cid. We go on late, so there will be few people there, that seems fine by me though. I've been missing playing, it will feel nice to get back at it.
I leave you know with this to think about:
"I used to be you, Mitch... And lately I've been missing me, and I asked Hathaway if I could room with me and he said, 'Sure.'"
Monday, July 18, 2005
Just Shoot Us
Nice time this weekend. Friday night Amy and I were guests in the home of Devin and Dylan Tait-Tucker. We enjoyed a fine visit.
Saturday we woke up early an energized. We had a lovely drive around los angeles in the morning, enjoying fine refreshment and listening to the radio. We soon ventured to Border's books, where we listened to a bit more music, and browsed about a bit.
Saturday afternoon we visited a new friend Cameron, the animator. Cameron shared many tales of super hero's and super villains, we listened intently.
After a having a few throughout the afternoon I was sufficiently buzzed enough to endure getting my hair cut at shorty's. As luck would have it my stylist seemed to be sufficiently buzzed in order to cut my hair. I rather enjoyed this hair cutting experience and I might go so far as to say it turned out just rosey.
Saturday night Marc Loren had a party, Devin Amy and I attended, later accompanied by Cameron. It was a lovely affair. Much trading of stories, past and present, a few people even consumed some alcohol beverages! Oh my, the silly things you can see at parties like this. Such as Amy trying to adopt an 18 year old girl child. I think Amy will make a fine mother.
Sunday We ventured to the home of Tigrefino Productions to have our pictures taken. The complete set of Shitting Glitters attended, including the extreme Go Go's! We must have been quite the spectacle in Mac Arthur park because many of the sunday picnic people stared rather hard. I think we probably informed a few young people with our very presence.
Our day in the park and in the photography studio was filled with many highlights including: Laying down in a pile of dirty off brand fruit loops, which just happened to be lying around. Sticking our smiling heads through a bridge railing. Standing around next to some big rusty balls, causing one bystander to exclaim: "I may not know much about corrosion, but I do know I've got some big rusty balls!"
We were all very pleased with our day so we decided to venture to a beer garden called "the red lion inn". My German heritage really flared up in the beer garden!
I had a lovely weekend.
Saturday we woke up early an energized. We had a lovely drive around los angeles in the morning, enjoying fine refreshment and listening to the radio. We soon ventured to Border's books, where we listened to a bit more music, and browsed about a bit.
Saturday afternoon we visited a new friend Cameron, the animator. Cameron shared many tales of super hero's and super villains, we listened intently.
After a having a few throughout the afternoon I was sufficiently buzzed enough to endure getting my hair cut at shorty's. As luck would have it my stylist seemed to be sufficiently buzzed in order to cut my hair. I rather enjoyed this hair cutting experience and I might go so far as to say it turned out just rosey.
Saturday night Marc Loren had a party, Devin Amy and I attended, later accompanied by Cameron. It was a lovely affair. Much trading of stories, past and present, a few people even consumed some alcohol beverages! Oh my, the silly things you can see at parties like this. Such as Amy trying to adopt an 18 year old girl child. I think Amy will make a fine mother.
Sunday We ventured to the home of Tigrefino Productions to have our pictures taken. The complete set of Shitting Glitters attended, including the extreme Go Go's! We must have been quite the spectacle in Mac Arthur park because many of the sunday picnic people stared rather hard. I think we probably informed a few young people with our very presence.
Our day in the park and in the photography studio was filled with many highlights including: Laying down in a pile of dirty off brand fruit loops, which just happened to be lying around. Sticking our smiling heads through a bridge railing. Standing around next to some big rusty balls, causing one bystander to exclaim: "I may not know much about corrosion, but I do know I've got some big rusty balls!"
We were all very pleased with our day so we decided to venture to a beer garden called "the red lion inn". My German heritage really flared up in the beer garden!
I had a lovely weekend.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Makes Perfect
I've been reading Citizen Hughes about Howard Hughes' depths of utter madness. I have been enjoying it very much but since the book is culled from memos Howard wrote himself I wonder what kind of effect his logic rhythm is having on my inner dialogue. I don't feel like cutting my fingernails.
No real news today on the album front. It's hard not knowing. Waiting and wondering while someone else plugs away, or doesn't plug away, as is his right, being that we are getting the deal of the century to have our work mixed and mastered. I'm so excited to hear this album, 13 songs all banging off each other, sonically more advanced then anything I've ever had my hand in. It definitely makes me wonder what the future has in store. Having raised the bar every time out, how much higher can the bar go before we can't clear it? These questions and many others will be answered, all in time. Why be in a hurry Buckie? This is the reminder portion of our digitals... It's in the living and the making, not in the end. It's in the anticipation. The perfection of patience.
Tonight we rehearse at cole studios in the media district. I am looking forward to it. I've recently realized that I should be playing more guitar, with that in mind I brought a tiny acoustic guitar from home to leave at work. Hopefully a guitar available at work will allow me to steal some moments to practice.
No real news today on the album front. It's hard not knowing. Waiting and wondering while someone else plugs away, or doesn't plug away, as is his right, being that we are getting the deal of the century to have our work mixed and mastered. I'm so excited to hear this album, 13 songs all banging off each other, sonically more advanced then anything I've ever had my hand in. It definitely makes me wonder what the future has in store. Having raised the bar every time out, how much higher can the bar go before we can't clear it? These questions and many others will be answered, all in time. Why be in a hurry Buckie? This is the reminder portion of our digitals... It's in the living and the making, not in the end. It's in the anticipation. The perfection of patience.
Tonight we rehearse at cole studios in the media district. I am looking forward to it. I've recently realized that I should be playing more guitar, with that in mind I brought a tiny acoustic guitar from home to leave at work. Hopefully a guitar available at work will allow me to steal some moments to practice.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Movements Onward
Lots of things happening with the irons in the fires, but still there is waiting to be done.
The weekend was fairly nice. Friday we jutted about and went to the parlor for Brick Tops, sadly the parlor will be shutting the doors for good sometime in the near future.
Saturday we went to an Outfest screening of the movie "Kiki and Herb Reloaded". It was fun and the duo even performed afterward for a spell.
Sunday I drove out to Malibu to work on the record. I had more fun than I've had in a long while, it is such a big thing for me to be in a studio environment working on this album, hearing and enjoying how it sounds. Thinking to myself as I hear the songs that these are songs that I would want to put in the cd player and play over and over again. Sitting there looking over a shoulder at the work being done and feeling that this is what I like most to do, and that it would be a very bad idea to not work towards the goal of doing this for a life's work.
The music itself is sounding nothing shy of amazing. I am a titter.
The weekend was fairly nice. Friday we jutted about and went to the parlor for Brick Tops, sadly the parlor will be shutting the doors for good sometime in the near future.
Saturday we went to an Outfest screening of the movie "Kiki and Herb Reloaded". It was fun and the duo even performed afterward for a spell.
Sunday I drove out to Malibu to work on the record. I had more fun than I've had in a long while, it is such a big thing for me to be in a studio environment working on this album, hearing and enjoying how it sounds. Thinking to myself as I hear the songs that these are songs that I would want to put in the cd player and play over and over again. Sitting there looking over a shoulder at the work being done and feeling that this is what I like most to do, and that it would be a very bad idea to not work towards the goal of doing this for a life's work.
The music itself is sounding nothing shy of amazing. I am a titter.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
One Kind Response
Someone was kind enough to respond to my earlier post in her own blog...
Thursday, July 07, 2005
for the love of courtney
the shame. sobriety introduced itself to annie (norwegian popstar) at cinespace in the form of a man-child calling itself "I'M COURTNEY LOVE", whilst i sat in the unenviable position of my own stew of dos equis. at first glance, i looked like a winner. i sat sidesaddle to this new sensation from "beergn" in the green room encouraging her out of an aftershow nerve nest, not having heard a single song. it did "appear" though, that i was her bff. unfortunately, my costume lasted less than a sentence. the ugly face of silly sotty reality reared itself without delay.i stank, i'm quite sure of this. i reeked of self indulgence, of unawares. of one more forgotten conversation, slurred and half understood colloquy, lugubrious linguistic failures and very likely bad grammar. i was so drunk, i likely misspelled my mumblings. i bandy about the irony, oh the sweltering irony, of an abstaining courtney, front and center.. and a drowing amy. the kind of amy that would appreciate a clear and cordial memory of such a happenstance. whether court ordered or not, that drag queen did it. she managed to abstain. it is do-able. it is done. timing is once more, everything. i looked myself up in the thesaurus: bashed, befuddled, boozed up, buzzed, canned, crocked, drinking, drunken, flushed, flying, fuddled, gassed, glazed, groggy, hammered, high, hosed, in orbit, inebriated, jolly, jugged, juiced, laced, liquored up, lit, lush, merry, muddled, oiled, on a bun, overcome, pie-eyed, plastered, plowed, potted, seeing double, sloshed, soaked, sotted, soused, stewed, stoned, tanked, tight, tipsy, totaled, wasted, zonked.i think it's time to redefine.so buck up buckglitter, better tucked in and sober than wasted and wasting time, missing and still misses now. :(
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Thursday, July 07, 2005
for the love of courtney
the shame. sobriety introduced itself to annie (norwegian popstar) at cinespace in the form of a man-child calling itself "I'M COURTNEY LOVE", whilst i sat in the unenviable position of my own stew of dos equis. at first glance, i looked like a winner. i sat sidesaddle to this new sensation from "beergn" in the green room encouraging her out of an aftershow nerve nest, not having heard a single song. it did "appear" though, that i was her bff. unfortunately, my costume lasted less than a sentence. the ugly face of silly sotty reality reared itself without delay.i stank, i'm quite sure of this. i reeked of self indulgence, of unawares. of one more forgotten conversation, slurred and half understood colloquy, lugubrious linguistic failures and very likely bad grammar. i was so drunk, i likely misspelled my mumblings. i bandy about the irony, oh the sweltering irony, of an abstaining courtney, front and center.. and a drowing amy. the kind of amy that would appreciate a clear and cordial memory of such a happenstance. whether court ordered or not, that drag queen did it. she managed to abstain. it is do-able. it is done. timing is once more, everything. i looked myself up in the thesaurus: bashed, befuddled, boozed up, buzzed, canned, crocked, drinking, drunken, flushed, flying, fuddled, gassed, glazed, groggy, hammered, high, hosed, in orbit, inebriated, jolly, jugged, juiced, laced, liquored up, lit, lush, merry, muddled, oiled, on a bun, overcome, pie-eyed, plastered, plowed, potted, seeing double, sloshed, soaked, sotted, soused, stewed, stoned, tanked, tight, tipsy, totaled, wasted, zonked.i think it's time to redefine.so buck up buckglitter, better tucked in and sober than wasted and wasting time, missing and still misses now. :(
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I Live by the River
I have learned not to stay home ever again. Tuesday night over happy hour drinks and goat cheese at Cha Cha Cha Devin and Amy formed a vague plan to go see up and rising pop sensation Annie at cinespace. Being a bit worn from the weekend I opted not to go. I stayed home and watched the movie manhunter and fell into slumber on the couch.
I was pulled back to life 30 minutes later by Amy, who was bored and thinking of having me come pick her up. She told me she'd call in 15 minutes and let me know if I should come.
I waited and waited... Nothing.
Finally I decided to watch the movie "Dig" with the directors comments on. I can say at least I enjoyed myself. The movie is a fine watch and I really got into watching it with added information.
Finally around 1:40 I get a call from Devin, who wants to know if Amy has told me anything. She had not.
apparently those fuck mucks had somehow managed to wrangle their ways back stage where they had been hanging with Annie all night. As if this was not enough to make me at least second guess my choice for the evening, who and her bad self should stroll into the room? Courtney Love. Ug. I would have enjoyed that. Apparently they did.
I was pulled back to life 30 minutes later by Amy, who was bored and thinking of having me come pick her up. She told me she'd call in 15 minutes and let me know if I should come.
I waited and waited... Nothing.
Finally I decided to watch the movie "Dig" with the directors comments on. I can say at least I enjoyed myself. The movie is a fine watch and I really got into watching it with added information.
Finally around 1:40 I get a call from Devin, who wants to know if Amy has told me anything. She had not.
apparently those fuck mucks had somehow managed to wrangle their ways back stage where they had been hanging with Annie all night. As if this was not enough to make me at least second guess my choice for the evening, who and her bad self should stroll into the room? Courtney Love. Ug. I would have enjoyed that. Apparently they did.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
The Moon Wax
It's so much better on holiday...
Friday was all about the silly. Amy and I accompanied by a new person named Cameron went to the Abbey for a small helping of Armondo's birthday party, it was nice and we enjoyed it, even though in our state the Abbey was just a bit much.
Later the evening finds us at yet another kick back at Devin & Dylans, we had fun leaving at some god awful early hour only to go home and generally have trouble sleeping.
On the morning of Saturday, after fitful rest on the couch we journeyed over to Noah's Bagels for some breakfast action. Nice and warm as per usual. Back home again we found ourselves in bed looking through photo albums for several hours, always strange to see old lives since lost.
Deciding to spoil ourselves for dinner we aimed ourselves on a date to "i cugini" on Ocean Blvd. in Santa Monica. It was nice, we were awarded the corner table on the patio overlooking the ocean, or at least the dark void that hides the water. We left feeling a rush, happy to have had a very thorough waitress who suggested the muscles and the lasagna, both the best I have ever had.
Sunday Morning we ventured to Wattles Garden Park, to be alone in that beautiful place in the hazy Los Angeles morning is about as much wonderful as I could ever ask for. We sat there digging the world and knocking around some silly ideas.
Finally the silliest idea took hold, Amy and I decided to hit the Hollywood Wax museum. We drove down Hollywood Blvd. To check out the hours, the place was shuttered until 10 giving us some time to kill. We ventured into the Hollywood Farmers Market on Ivar, which is possibly the best Farmer's Market in L.A., featuring live music at many locations. We remembered with a giggle that we had been there, a year or two in the past with Earl and Carrie, walking tall and proud out of the dark nasty of the Spotlight club and into the morning sun, a complete melding of opposites, the same exhilaration of stranger in a strange land feelings.
Finally the Museum opens, and Amy and I are there and ready. It is odd and Hilarious. We tour the entire thing, hardly anything appears real or even made of wax. Our cell phone camera's do not really do the trick, and though we've had an adventure we don't quite feel we have our money's worth, we then find that our tickets are in fact good for the entire day.
A quick dash to Devin and Dylan's and we are now in possession of a better camera. We trek down the block to our apartment and rummage through the clothes and make up for a little bit of flair, we find it, armed and ready we head back to the museum. Our photo shoot lasted for several hours, and the pictures that came out were nothing but worth it. Good Times.
We journey then to the fault line for bear beer bust, leaving there to stand in line at the standard downtown... Not much worth it. We then find ourselves buried in blue cheese fries and Pabst blue ribbon and pete's, how nice to be back at a favorite haunt.
Friday was all about the silly. Amy and I accompanied by a new person named Cameron went to the Abbey for a small helping of Armondo's birthday party, it was nice and we enjoyed it, even though in our state the Abbey was just a bit much.
Later the evening finds us at yet another kick back at Devin & Dylans, we had fun leaving at some god awful early hour only to go home and generally have trouble sleeping.
On the morning of Saturday, after fitful rest on the couch we journeyed over to Noah's Bagels for some breakfast action. Nice and warm as per usual. Back home again we found ourselves in bed looking through photo albums for several hours, always strange to see old lives since lost.
Deciding to spoil ourselves for dinner we aimed ourselves on a date to "i cugini" on Ocean Blvd. in Santa Monica. It was nice, we were awarded the corner table on the patio overlooking the ocean, or at least the dark void that hides the water. We left feeling a rush, happy to have had a very thorough waitress who suggested the muscles and the lasagna, both the best I have ever had.
Sunday Morning we ventured to Wattles Garden Park, to be alone in that beautiful place in the hazy Los Angeles morning is about as much wonderful as I could ever ask for. We sat there digging the world and knocking around some silly ideas.
Finally the silliest idea took hold, Amy and I decided to hit the Hollywood Wax museum. We drove down Hollywood Blvd. To check out the hours, the place was shuttered until 10 giving us some time to kill. We ventured into the Hollywood Farmers Market on Ivar, which is possibly the best Farmer's Market in L.A., featuring live music at many locations. We remembered with a giggle that we had been there, a year or two in the past with Earl and Carrie, walking tall and proud out of the dark nasty of the Spotlight club and into the morning sun, a complete melding of opposites, the same exhilaration of stranger in a strange land feelings.
Finally the Museum opens, and Amy and I are there and ready. It is odd and Hilarious. We tour the entire thing, hardly anything appears real or even made of wax. Our cell phone camera's do not really do the trick, and though we've had an adventure we don't quite feel we have our money's worth, we then find that our tickets are in fact good for the entire day.
A quick dash to Devin and Dylan's and we are now in possession of a better camera. We trek down the block to our apartment and rummage through the clothes and make up for a little bit of flair, we find it, armed and ready we head back to the museum. Our photo shoot lasted for several hours, and the pictures that came out were nothing but worth it. Good Times.
We journey then to the fault line for bear beer bust, leaving there to stand in line at the standard downtown... Not much worth it. We then find ourselves buried in blue cheese fries and Pabst blue ribbon and pete's, how nice to be back at a favorite haunt.
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