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I am not broody. But I do like to rock.

When I heard about this show at first I was feeling sort of tepid. I mean, I love a good Victims Family show, and Jello Biafra is certainly worth the price of admission (or, what I thought would be the price of admission…) but when I got the details, that there would be kids, lots of kids, and parents, some alarms went off in my just-on-vacation-from-school state of mind.

But, I rallied and headed over with Curtis. I haven’t been to the Rickshaw Stop in ages, though I walk by it often. The price of admission was shocking – it’s for the kids - they said. I felt like telling them my freaking life is for the kids. Curtis must have read the look on my face because he paid. And as had been predicted, the place was full of kids. And parents.

At least there was a bar.

I got a beer and looked at the program for the evening. It was basically a ‘recital’ of sorts. But without even giving it much thought it was way cooler than any recital I had ever been involved with. I met the director, a friend of friends and he gave me some info on the school where Larry and Ralph from Victims Family teach. It is legitimately a school of rock. Huh. Kind of a cool concept, I had to admit. I walked further in to see the band taking the stage.

Are you kidding me? These kids were rocking to Dick Dale and this little 10-year-old was holding down the bass line. No. Shit. I looked out at the parents. And they were having a damn good time.

But the kids were having more fun.

I looked around and thought, now this would be fun as a parent. Wait – wha…. What did I just say? I shook my head. I am not broody. No, I did not just think that. Then two little rock and roll steampunk kids who were no more than 4’6″ walked by.

Okay, but I would be so down to dress my kids that way – AC/DC shirt and all.

What.The.Hell.?

I am not broody!

The San Francisco Rock Project is a private music center that strives to teach kids how to rock – and not just the music, though that is a big part of it (I saw a twelve-year-old play Les Claypool’s bass line in the ‘House Band’ (the SFRP’s top performers) cover of Jerry was a racecar driver - and he KILLED it) but they are teaching them all about the attitude of rock and roll. And I do not mean the douchey lameness that gets stereotypically thrown on to rockers (sometimes deservedly so, sometimes not…) but I mean the confidence and the power – especially for the girls – the rock and roll puts out there. It was super cool.

I talked to the director about getting some of my students volunteering over there – they need volunteers and my kids need professional arts experience for their internships, seems like a win-win. The Mythbusters dude was the emcee. (I really wanted to ask about the whole cannonball fiasco. But I didn’t.) Instead, we rocked. Sabbath. Queen. Nirvana. Primus. Even some original material and some indie girl rock. Pretty sweet.

And then came Victims Family and Jello Biafra. Rad.

So for those about to rock, and those making it happen, we salute you.

And for the record, I woke up this morning knowing I’d seen a cool show and totally pleased to only be dealing with cat angst.

Like I said…
I am not broody.


Newsbriefs….

A day (or so) in the life of… well, me.

I came across a funny Twitter post the other day from a favorite blogger of mine.

I’ve reached that pure stage of blogging where I don’t care about SEO, keywords, or even readers. I’m this close to just keeping a diary.

And I just had to laugh. Yep. Pretty much.

Last Thursday was The Great Shake Out in California. This was a statewide earthquake preparedness initiative that all public offices, institutions, etcetera… were supposed to participate in. This included drills, training, disaster kit making, etcetera… I had seen the fliers around and was a bit surprised that we were not having a drill at school – but no bother, we have had so many false alarms this year, who needs another?

So, I sat on the table in front of my 6th period Government class looking out at them as we discussed the differences of being a good leader and a good politician. Everyone seemed to have a lot to say on the matter. And then… we heard something unfamiliar and I looked out across the faces of these high school seniors and immediately realized that I may be better suited to be a politician that an actual leader. I was watching them as they were watching me and I have to agree with Miguel that it is a shame we were not filming because really, the only thing missing was a copy of My Pet Goat in my hands. That is how ridiculous I was.

Leave it to the heart of the California public education system – Berkeley – to provide the best hands on Shake Out possible. No hypotheticals here, we were shaking, pretty much on the epicenter of a 4.3 quake. Winning.

There was another one when I got home. It turns out that Max does not care for earthquakes. Poor little guy. Matil kept right on eating.

Last Saturday was the first night of the 25th Annual Bridge School Benefit Concert. I am thrilled to say I got to go with three amazing women I have known since my days at UCSD. The show was awesome and continued my run of excellent live music since my return to America, one of the true bonuses, I must say. Highlights of the show included:

  • Beck being a family guy
  • Meeting the hot guy who sang for Santana
  • Eddie Vedder and his ukulele
  • Mumford and Sons playing songs I could distinguish (unlike Coachella)
  • Dave Matthews making my girls all excited (#48 D? I am impressed.)
  • Arcade Fire… loud and in charge
  • Neil with them all

It was another great night – thank you D! And seriously, one of the best addictions I have – live music and cool people.

We are finishing up the first quarter at school this week. With a big old bang, I might add… We are right in the middle of Spirit Week. Apparently coinciding nicely with Halloween as everyone tells me I should be very afraid of the impending events. The scariest thing to me is that the decade of my high school glory days has become a dress up day. I completely empathize with how my mom felt back in the 80s when we were having 1960s/hippie day. Sheesh. Talk about recalling the worst a decade has to offer. I also now realize that the whole Foxxy Brown thing was way more 70s that 60s and tie-day is a pretty narrow view of your entire youth, mom. Sorry.

The Occupy Movement is carrying on, and I have to say, in it’s perseverance I think it gains strength. I am pleased to see people making a real effort to make a difference. Still, when I head towards the Haight for my Sunday yoga class I have to say, you little aggressive vagrants are not helping. Running up into people’s faces and yelling “Occupy!” as if you are trying to channel Heath Ledger’s performance as the Joker is not only counterproductive, it is unoriginal. If you cannot tell me explicitly why you are protesting, STFU: this is not some stupid excuse to justify your suspect habits. This is real. Let it be real.

Make it real.

Speaking of which, let us not forget the long overdue shout out to my New Zealand All Blacks on their run through the Rugby World Cup culminating with a victory over France on the 23rd…

And that is all the news that is fit to print.

For now.


Summons.

Dedicated.


“Wait… did we miss it?” Avoiding Fomo in Chicago.

Norah: Are you sad that we missed it?
Nick: We didn’t miss it. This *is* it.

Live music has a very special appeal to me. Always has. As such it is very hard for me to pass up opportunities to see it – even when I know there will be a lot of work involved or I would be better served to focus elsewhere or I should save the money or I am too tired or, or, or… But as of yet I have not been able to kick the habit. I have moved metaphorical mountains to attend shows: driven all night to and from shows, gone to work in states of mind suited only to deep sleep or asylums following shows, attended shows after shows that lasted all day, flown to shows, hiked to shows, biked to shows. I simply love going to shows.

My love of shows is not just about the music but the whole experience. The rock stars, the idea of being right there with them, the energy, the smells (totally show specific of course, and not all lovely as I will get to presently), the hope to hear a song, the hope that the whole show won’t be all about promoting a new album you’ve never heard, meeting people who love what you love – or hate what you hate… the rock stars. Always those rock stars. Singers = Swoon. It is funny though, I thought about all this the other night at The Vaccines/Arctic Monkeys show at The Independent and realized that when I was the appropriate age to snog rock stars I was watching bands that were too old for me, and now I keep finding myself watching bands full of kids who could have been in my Geography class. Weird.

But in spite of it all, I keep going to shows… because you never know… you might miss the next best thing.

The whole reason the Chicago trip was planned in the first place was around Lollapalooza. It was the 20th Anniversary year and since Lolla no longer functions as a travelling circus like it used to, it provided and awesome opportunity to see Chicago – a city I had only enjoyed via the airports. Plus D would be working her magic and we would get super special treatment. While at Coachella, D had said that the perks at Lolla were way impressive. It sounded amazing, and without being to a total spoiler, it was actually even better than it had sounded.

And so we went.

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Be careful, your Coachealousy is showing…

This past week was the 12th Annual Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival in Indio California. It was hot and loud and colorful and a lot of fun. From April 15th through the 17th (or 14th – if you did the smart thing and came in a night early for camping – through the 18th – if you stayed to see all of Kanye’s 90 minute Sunday night closing set… or did something more fun in the wee hours of Sunday) the Empire Polo Fields in Indio played host to some 90,000 people (including security and staff) a day for a noon to midnight daily musical melange.

The festival sold out in 124 hours (I guess that sounds more impressive than saying ‘just over 5 days’), which was a record in the twelve-year history of the event. Daily temperatures were in the high nineties. [Most of the attendees seemed to be in the low twenties.] There were 178 acts on six stages. (Organizers like to point out that this translates to your ticket price being 1.50 per act. While I can appreciate the logic, I have to say that is a bogus statistic even for a person like me who loves statistics because the idea that you could actually *see* all the acts is laughable.) Speaking of statistics, the attendance demographics were also interesting. 50.5% of all the tickets were sold in California. I am not sure if that means TO Californians, but the event certainly has a California feel. (85.5% of the total tickets sold were in the US and a single ticket was sold in Kuwait, Peru, Poland and Venezuela, which I find cool for whatever reason.)

Our trip to Coachella began with a rather unfortunate turn of events. Or maybe it wasn’t, I am not really sure, but I am sure it was a Mulligan. Driving from San Diego, A & I had planned on heading out at 2 so we were on the road by 3:30. (We had to get our nails done and stuff – I mean, this is a SoCal event.) The drive is around three hours (exclusive of traffic) and hits about four freeways. Cruising along the second freeway, about an hour and a half in, I took out my ticket. I wanted to look at these bracelets that we had been sent with their computer chip and re-read all these crazy security warnings: No one would be let in without a bracelet. You would be scanned in and out every time you entered and left the venue. Car campers (us) had to be sure the sticker was on the car and all people in the car had bracelets. It was going to be intensely controlled. I was looking at the way the bracelet fastened when A looked over at me.

-Oh my god. I forgot my ticket. -

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A Return to the Mothership. With Cake.

Having your CAKE and Eating it Too, Fillmore Auditorium, San Francisco: 15 February 2011

Some people have to pay a lot of money to big-time shrinks to get back to the womb –> return to their mothership. Some of those same people call this “regression therapy”, which seems rather counterintuitive, but a therapist I am not. Either way, for me, it doesn’t require a fancy doctor or some strange therapeutic behavior (other than beer) or a deep-seated need to regress.

I just need a ticket.

What takes me right back to my mothership is going to the Fillmore. Who knows how much time I spent there in utero (well, mom probably has a little bit of an idea) but as a result, the place is in my blood.

And I am so Grateful for that.

Still providing free apples.
Still giving out free posters.
Still the same beautiful chandeliers.
Still one of the best places to see a live show.

Still just like home.

Thanks mom, felt like you were there tonight: Going the Distance!


Alter-egos?

You’re kind of a train wreck,
but god you’re fun to hang out with.

I got “invited” to take a personality quiz on the Insidious Social Network today: What 90s Alt-Rock Goddess are you? It was sort of funny because I had just been speaking with a friend about 90s music and it’s inability to sort of define itself as anything remotely… interesting. That is not totally fair, but as with many things, mostly true. Alt-rock? Alt-rock Goddess? I turn to the Urban Dictionary. Well, that sounds about like the rest of the 1990s: developed in the 1980s, then popular in the 90s. I will continue to try to work out how alternative and popular can describe the same thing simultaneously.

Anyhow, I took the quiz. And I got: Kim Deal. Of course, the Pixies being totally cool, I decided that the quiz was legit. [The Breeders are pretty okay too (I particularly like their cover of Happiness is a Warm Gun.)] Plus it reminded me of meeting “Mr. Right” at San Diego’s Street Scene in 2005 when it was actually in the Qualcom Stadium parking lot: lame venue, great fun, a total shitshow at the W downtown. And really, if you meet a guy wearing a t-shirt that says “Mr. Right” while you are listening to the Pixies and you can almost feel the tension – between Kim and Frank Black as well as with Mr. Right, you know it is gonna be a worthy evening. True story.

I am not sure I am all that Kim Deal-ish, and I am sure that Mr. Right was only temporarily correct, but Gigantic? Hell yeah. And for now, taking these quizzes beats a lot of other stuff I should be doing. Hey Paul Hey Paul Hey Paul… let’s have a ball.

You’re kind of a train wreck, but God you’re fun to hang out with. Your wit is dry and sarcastic. You’re an oily-haired slob but no one cares because you’re so fucking brilliant we all want to know you. Too bad that brilliance isn’t ever going to come to anything. It’s going to be drowned in Pabst Blue Ribbon and Jack Daniels. In a way, you’re an idiot savant. When you share your mind with us, we’re blown away; but we’re also sick of watching you do the same stupid fucking bullshit time and time again. When are you gonna learn? You’re a Bukowski kind of girl – pornographic, self-destructive, exuberant. We all love you and we wish you’d get your shit together, but we’ve come to accept that you’ll always be a slightly unrealized potential.


The Secret Machines become a little less clandestine.

Unlike the other shows I have seen recently, I was not overly familiar with The Secret Machines. But, a live music junkie has a hard time saying no. Especially when yes offers so much more potential. And, yeah, I miss home like a house on fire and seeing live music is one thing that temporarily transports me – elsewhere if not home. So, clearly I went.

I checked them out on-line ahead of time, you know good to know what you might be getting into and everything. They were alright. I tried to classify it in my mind. Can you have “ambient hard rock”? Hm. The more I looked the more I realized that the genre-fication of music really annoys me. And not only because it escapes me. It is really sort of lame.

For example, you have your “alternative” music. Add whatever suffix you like there, -rock, -music, or maybe be real cool and just go with the minimalist syllabic approach of “alt-rock.’ Do we really even need to get into the specifics of the semantics here? “Alternative” for chrissakes. Look what Wiki says and tell me if this is not a total contradiction in terms: “a genre of rock music that emerged in the 1980s and became widely popular in the 1990s.”

Apparently “alternative” music emerged from “indie” music. Huh. Okay then, what exactly are we talking about here? Again, I take you to Wiki: “a genre of rock music that originated in the United Kingdom and the United States in the 1980s and earlier. The term is often used to describe the means of production and distribution of independent underground music, as well as the style of music that was first associated with this means of production.”

Underground.

That must explain the total thrashing these bands get from their “fans” when they make it to a major label. How supportive. ["Indie rock artists are known for placing a premium on maintaining complete control of their music and careers, releasing albums on independent record labels (sometimes self-owned and operated) and relying on touring, word-of-mouth, airplay on independent or college radio stations and, in recent years, the Internet for promotion."]

*cough*sell-outs*cough*

I considered the ineffectiveness of both these “genres” relative to The Secret Machines. Are they alternative? Well, they are different from most of what is available in Hong Kong, that is for sure. But they have also been accused of being pretty derivative in some of the harsher reviews I saw. I decided that “alternative” is as meaningless a modifier when assigned to music as it is to lifestyles.

So, then, are they “indie”? I have no idea what label they are on, though they have put out several records so I suppose they have one. I could care less. I hope they score a major one. Or, wait, is that a bad thing? Hm. Do they make and distribute their stuff and maintain complete control? I do not know. Don’t care either. If they are playing music that I want to hear, I hope they are simultaneously playing music they want to make. I certainly understand the history of an independent movement in music emerging from the domineering circumstances of Motown, the payola scandals and the contract disputes you hear about when artists are being told to produce music in the way farm chickens have to produce an egg a day  [laying an egg would be an unfortunate end outside the barn.] Still, the rigidity of the indie scene seems a bit pretentious and not really supportive of that which it claims to adore.

In the continuing genre search I was forced to revisit the ‘shoegaze’ designation. Back to Wiki: “a subgenre of alternative rock that emerged from the United Kingdom in the late 1980s. It lasted until the mid 1990s with a critical zenith reached in 1990 and 1991. The British press named this style shoegazing because the musicians in these bands stood relatively still during live performances, in a detached, introspective, non-confrontational state, hence the idea that they were gazing at their shoes.” I learned this term a while back. I liked it for the visual imagery alone. The music is not bad either. Thinking back on The Secret Machines, I think this might be the best way to pigeon-hole them, if that was what was going to have to happen.

They had elements of all of the above (or at least elements of what can be discerned from the ridiculous categories mentioned above) but rocked a little harder. Their drummer was nuts… like, he must go home and either do a truck load of stimulants or pass out after every show. Day-um. Just check out the blood on his hands. Literally. And the new guitarist is hot, which is always a bonus. I liked it. It was loud, vaguely reminiscent of something I really like, though would be hard pressed to identify, and to the point – if that makes sense. As I said the reviews have been mixed, but I think they were definitely worth checking out.


Awww… i love u 2.

On November 11, 1987, U2 came to San Francisco and played a free concert [ostensibly to Save the Yuppies] at Justin Herman Plaza near the Embarcadero. It was at the height of The Joshua Tree frenzy and was, in my just-turned 17-years-old brain, like, the MOST amazing thing ever. Of course, I had to go to school that Wednesday, and probably had basketball practice too… so I did not go. It caused a giormous stir because Bono spray painted “Rock and Roll Stops the Traffic” on the Vaillancourt Fountain in the Plaza.

I did attend their concert at the Oakland Coliseum three days later, when Bono brought the sculptor on stage to apologize/justify his behavior. The sculptor seemed pleased by the attention. We felt redeemed. And the show (opened by the BoDeans and The Pretenders – aiyah!) went on.

I am not sure why these old memories are on my mind these days… but there you have it – another one from the vault.


Musical Thoughts a la Hong Kong

I have long vacillated between amusement, frustration, pity and downright desperation when contemplating the Hong Kong live music scene. Some of this is to do with being pretty spoiled with regard to live music opportunities for most of my life, some to do with not being “in the loop” with local musicians here initially, and then some to do with the fact that some of the bands I saw here on chance were simply awful. Hong Kong’s big shows tend to go down at Asia World Expo, which is a tremendously inconvenient arena with an unspectacular set up. The acts they get tend to be “big” like Linkin Park, Beyonce, Rod Stewart, Dionne Warwick, Greenday… Never mind. Occasionally there is a show at the Wan Chai Convention and Events Center. When I saw David Byrne there, even he had words with regard to the set up and acoustics and the “No Dancing” signs. [Still, he managed to pull off a tremendous show.] There are some people who have really put in serious effort to rectify this situation by focusing on a real grassroots approach towards generating interest in local bands (not an easy feat in a completely brand-name obsessed environment like HK, where often then name is more important than anything…) So, in some ways the two extremes of the music scene have been available: totally gigantic/mainstream/generica or totally local.

When you move somewhere far away, like across the Pacific Ocean as I did, it seems logical that you will have to work a little bit to find a musical niche that suits you. But it was a real labor of (limited) love for me at first. And as I said, I know I am spoiled as a San Francisco Bay Area native, but I kept at it. And I started to discover some bands that I really liked either for the vibe, the music, the talent, and in some cases all three. Some of my local favorites have been El Destroyo, Transnoodle, and my friend Sue Shearman. (They are all on FB too, but harder to link.)

However, over the past couple of years I have noticed a shift in the scene and a lot more energy going towards getting musicians to come here as well as organizing shows that fill that missing festival niche. I think that The Underground had a lot to do with this initially, along with some local venues like The Wanch, Backstage, The Cavern and Grappa’s being more receptive to hosting shows. One of my favorite shows took place at Grappa’s last year as a ska/rockabilly combo that included Transnoodle, El Destroyo, Go Jimmy Go and Astrophonix. Was. Totally. Awesome. The DJ scene in Hong Kong has always been pretty solid, as it is easy to fill a club and some people like Steve Aoki are always willing to come here along with a lot of other UK DJ’s who cut their teeth here back in the pre-handover days. Not too long ago Jahtari brought a pretty interesting MC here by the name of Soom T, and along with the other DJs spinning some pretty fresh dubstep, it made for a much needed booty-shaking evening.

Another thing that has really made the difference here is Clockenflap. This is an event that has helped me stop missing the festival season at home for at least a couple of days each fall. It is a music and art festival in a strange, but somehow logical, venue at Hong Kong’s CyberPort. Then to add to the joy factor, some of the interests behind The Flap collaborated with a few others and came up with The Peoples’ Party.

Can I get a Hallelujah please?

The Peoples’ Party has been bringing some bands to Hong Kong that I adore – the shows are conveniently located and well-attended. Plus they have taken a page out of the Fillmore playbook and are distributing posters at the events. Well played, gentlemen. (Now, if they would just let us keep the very pretty ticket stubs…)

Just some of the recent shows include Andrew Bird (!), just last night we were treated to OK Go, and soon The Secret Machines. Huzzah! Things are looking up. And though I am still totally perplexed about being here rather than “there” for events like Coachella, SXSW, Outside Lands, The Bridge School Benefit, Squaw Valley Music Festival, etcetera, etcetera… I am certainly feeling a little more hopeful – or maybe I just finally got in the loop. To that end… here are the first two videos I ever posted to Youtube. And clearly, I have no clue how to edit. Babysteps, yo… just like I explained above.

Thanks to everyone working to make music happen in HK… and Good luck to DP at SXSW!!!


Back in the USA, Pt. 1: Business Class to Street Scene

I would say that being overly caught up in auspicious symbolism is probably not a really effective way to go through life. However, I am going to roll with it for right now.

A business class upgrade got me home in style – and I am still not sure why I got it, but like they say: Why ask why? I arrived in San Francisco under the clearest blue skies, well rested and well fed. It was awesome and I swear the weather in California just taunts me with perfection every time I come home… But there was not a lot of time for dawdling in SF as I was headed to SD and so just had the chance to stroll through the airport and admire the blue skies and hot guys. San Diego was/has been/is equally beautiful. Hot, clear, delightful.

In spite of having tons of stuff to do, I mostly didn’t do it in San Diego and played instead: morning coffee at the Pannikin, walks on Neptune, and, oh yeah, Street Scene and the Hard Rock Hotel downtown. Niiiiiiiiiiiiiice. So, I won tickets to Street Scene this year on Twitter, yeah, go ahead and mock it – I won – and so the decision was made to get a room at the Hard Rock and just stay in San Diego rather than commuting back up to the North County. Good call. This is a concert that often gets mixed reviews, but I was psyched even though it meant forgoing Outsidelands in SF. The line-ups were actually pretty similar, and since the Beasties had to cancel on both shows, it was sort of a wash. I was thinking that Saturday might be the bigger night, but actually, I think I liked Friday better… either way, I saw a bunch of bands I love, saw some new ones I now love, and hung out with some people that I love. That’s a whole lotta love.

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A song for today: Masterfade

well you sure didn’t look like you were having any fun
with that heavy-metal gaze they’ll have to measure in tons
and when you look up at the sky
all you see are zeros
all you see are zeros and ones

you took my hand and led me down to watch a kewpie doll parade
we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade
it’s not that I just didn’t care I must admit I was afraid
and I’m awfully glad my finger’s resting gently on the masterfade

the masterfade
I coulda played along
the masterfade
I coulda played Mah Jongg
but it just takes too long
and I just can’t remember
which way the east wind blows does it matter?
if we’re all matter
what’s it matter does it matter
if we’re all matter when we’re done?
when the sky is full of zeros and ones

I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain
I thought at last I’d found a situation you can’t explain
with GPS you know it’s all just a matter of degrees
your happiness won’t find you underneath that canopy of trees

if the green grass is 6 the soybeans are 7
the junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11
and if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face
when they come floating down from the heavens

you took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade
we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade
you squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn’t be afraid

’cause all the while your finger’s resting gently on the masterfade

the masterfade
I coulda played along
the masterfade
I coulda played Mah Jongg
but it just takes too long
and who the hell can remember
which way the east wind blows
when you’re lying on the ground
staring up at an inverted compass
I mean Christ who Knows?


A Festivus for the Rest of Us!!!

I work too much. This is not a cool thing to say right now as everyone is facing the impending doom of the financial crisis, but the fact remains: I.Work. Too. Much. The costs of this are significant on my health and well-being. So, it is time to, as my friend Dr. Paul Starrs would say, “Take a cure.” And I am going to do just that.

So here I go, my own personal Festivus. Details as of yet are not firm, but the itinerary is looking to include:

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  • Street Scene
  • Burning Man
  • Races in Del Mar
  • Everything in SF
  • SD North County and then some
  • P-Town – going old school
  • Sandpoint Parental Connection
  • Seattle…
  • Bodega Bay mas familia
  • Reno (sometimes you have to take one for the team)
  • Santa Fe mas familia
  • Monterey y mas familia

I’m gonna be like The Man in Black himself…


Big things happen on Fridays… If you’re crafty.

It is not Friday in Hong Kong right now. It is Saturday morning. And I am at work, which is a redundant statement, as I have already mentioned I am in Hong Kong. Fridays however, have gotten my attention. Big Time.

So, you already know I am a fan of the friday five (lists and questions and memes oh my!) And you are also aware that I pledged my loyalty to Twitter several months ago. And as such, I have been intrigued by Twitter’s #followfriday concept. As a trending topic, which = code for popular inane subjects to randomly comments on (or not so inane I must say before the #iranelection people freak out and kill me for being disrespectful,) #followfriday is a means for people to spread the word about people on Twitter and encourage people to, well, follow said personas, obviously.

I have not really #followfriday’ed anyone. But then, yesterday I saw that  San Diego Street Scene, in conjunction with #followfriday, is doing free ticket Friday for the show at the end of August. Because the Beastie Boys were confirmed to play at Street Scene this year (news I got via Twitter WAY before friends at home got it in the more conventional method) @Street_Scene said, #followfriday @Street_Scene with your favorite Beastie Boys lyric for a chance to win free tickets. I was totally down. And following suit (‘she gets around/she’s always down’) I went with the proverbial She’s Crafty: “The girl is crafty like ice is cold!”

Oh, and by the way?

I fucking won. Yeessssssssssss!!!

“Now I like nothing better than a pretty girl smile
And I haven’t seen a smile that pretty in a while…”

So… In honor of this clearly epic day, I am going to present some people who you should follow, based solely on my opinion of course, so do with the suggestions as you like.

John Cusack = the complete package.

John Cusack = the complete package.

Tim Armstrong = Hot Rock and Roller

Tim Armstrong = Hot Rock and Roller for today

Benicio del Toro: Simply SMOKIN'

Benicio del Toro = Simply SMOKIN'

Bertrand Russell = Big daddy of the coolest paradox

Bertrand Russell = Big daddy of the coolest paradox

HST = The Shit. Pure and Simple.

HST = The Shit. Pure and Simple.

Maybe I will post the chicks next (fake) Friday, ie: Hong Kong Saturday. It could be a whole new kind of tradition. Oh, and by the way? John Cusack sent me a direct reply on Twitter today as well. Fuck yeah!

“The girl is crafty like ice is cold!
The girl is crafty – she knows all the moves
I started playing records – she knew all the groo-ooves


Irony or No?

I always loved how the spinner girls would get all feminazi about this song – like, “That’s RIGHT, the women ARE smarter…”

Somehow, I think the whole premise of the song was like, yeah, that’s right, the women are the smart ones, so don’t blame us guys for anything… we’re just along for the ride.

Either way… on a sunny day, like today, I look outside and remember shaking my booty with a cold beer and a big smile whenever the boys broke out this song, just like it was yesterday.

I still cannot believe this year will mark 14 years since Jerry said his final good bye.

A long, strange trip indeed.


But I Feel Good! (Excuse me is this the venue?)

Yeah i was just following a Friday
I found a driver here’s a fiver
I’ll have to lend you excuse me is this the
venue

Yeah i was just following a Friday
I was just going with the..uh

Last night I went to Hong Kong’s Fringe Club, which is sort of the hipster/alternative arts center in Central…a cool place that charges FAR too much for drinks… to attend a fundraiser for the Obama campaign.

It was fun to be out and doing something that always stirs my inner patriot… not not drinking or listening to country music… VOTING. One of the things they were doing at the event was fed-exing our ballots for us! Woo Hoooooooo!

So as soon as that was done it was time for Middle Eastern Belly Dancing, African Drumming, Flamenco Dancing, Nepalese Music… and then of course, Hong Kong’s best country/western band, my pals The YSW Curs. Actually, it all seemed very American to me.

I left the venue proud owner of some very fine swag… Though I have to say that, while I am thrilled to have Obama shirts in Chinese, my friend’s meeting with Jimmy Choo at the China Club kinda trumped me.

But still, I always feel so good when I vote, even if my vote tends to be the kiss of death.

Here’s hoping we all have the chance to be the Change we want to see in the world.

Yeah i was just following a Friday
I was just going with the..uh

But I Feel Good
But I Feel High

Deeper down than this y’all
Deeper down


Hong Kong Nights… Like a Monet.

I love live music.

Last night I got to see one of my friends’ bands play – and I will have you know they are the best country and western band in Hong Kong – and it was great fun. They were followed by a very Dick Dale-esque group, El Destroyo, also local, and also very cool.

In general, I am loathe to hear, let alone use, the word “fusion.” I find it annoying on pretty much every level. But I am not sure how else to describe this scene… except maybe in the erudite words of Cher Horowitz:

“…a full-on Monet. It’s like a painting, see? From far away, it’s OK, but up close, it’s a big old mess.”

Picture this…

A tiny venue in Wan Chai, a crazy mix of business men, hippies, scensters, tourists, teachers, political activists, students and barflies, a country an western band led by a Glaswegian covering Johnny Cash and U2, and too much Tsing Tao.

It was a total Monet.

And after the sampan ride home… I drunk dialed my mom at 2 a.m.

Maybe I am the Monet.


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