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Monday, June 28, 2004

Well kids I made it back alive from the bachelor party madness. The Southern tip of Nevada may never be the same!

What I took away from the whole experience was not the debauchery, but the time well spent with most of my closest friends.

This group of people is by far one of my greatest and most treasured assets.

5 days left til the wedding!

Friday, June 25, 2004

Mario Machado's words of advice regarding the bachelor party:

"Don't catch anything".

"I don't want to see you on the news".

He also advised me that as a young man of 32 entering marriage it may be time to "remove the Mickey Mouse ears".

Mario Machado, The Original Anchorman.

May I be half as cool when I reach my seventies...

Bachelor Party in T Minus 7 hours, 6 Minutes.

I have a sneaking fear/suspicion the organizers of this summit used the films Bachelor Party and Very Bad Things as a point of reference.

See ya on the other side...


Thursday, June 24, 2004

I've learned this morning that too many Cadillac Margaritas the night before can leave the body feeling like a hollowed-out Ford Pinto after a highway-gas-tank-love-tap the morning after.

I would complain but with my wedding in 9 days, a bachelor party that features an All Star Cast just a day away and the news that William Shatner is releasing his first full length album since 1968's The Transformed Man, I really have no right.

Live long and prosper fellow Captains...

Monday, June 21, 2004

KISS and Poison 6/19/04

RAWKED MY F*CKING WORLD!!

What can you say when you hear such neglected KISS Klassics as Got To Choose, War Machine, Christene Sixteen, and God Gave Rock 'N Roll To You all in the same show?

Nothin' except that they are and always shall be The Hottest Band In The World!

Friday, June 18, 2004

Praise Jeebus its Friday!!

My comrade and best man Josh Diamond phoned this morning to tell me how much he's enjoying the new Gene Simmons album....that makes two of us who've gotten it right so far hahahaha.

Turning to other solo smashes, the new Brian Wilson ("Gettin In Over My Head") is an absolute joy. Rarely can new music affect me to the point of tears (especially on the morning commute), but somehow this did. There's a sweetness, almost an innocence to this new record that cut through all the cynicsm and negativity that's been clouding my head recently.

Brian's California myth is alive and well and its airy sunshine pop cured what ailed this listener...

A good Friday to all.

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Please kill me.

My boss wants me to take a goddang Excel class. In her own whiny passive aggressive bipolar way she "would like me" to take this class.

It would add yet another hour to my already long work day (where I rarely get an entire lunch hour).

I'm only getting married in two weeks and to be quite honest formating cells is the furthest thing from my mind right now.

As if I don't spend enough time torturing myself with this medieval practice of spreadsheet preparation.

As I said before, Please Kill Me.


Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Eegads!!

A real post soon!! I promise.

Meanwhile, Work has me busy in the pursuit of all things futile...such is everything in the world of the day job.

Sanity currently being saved by Gene Simmons audiobooks.

Friday, June 11, 2004

Reflections on Brother Ray:

One of the bigger thrills of my professional career was holding an Atlantic Records master reel of "What I'd Say" a few years ago, pretty heady stuff for a record geek/rock snob. More recently fortune favored the foolish when my title suggestion was used for what will be Ray's final release, an album of duets called "Genius Loves Company". I feel humbled by all of this and blessed I had a small role in such a giant's life.

"Without a song the day would never end
Without a song the road would never bend
When things go wrong a man ain't got a friend
Without a song..."

Amen.


Thursday, June 10, 2004

Amazon.com has yes yet to publish my customer review of the new Gene Simmons album "A**hole" which convinces me they're run by a**holes.

Is it 6 yet?


Tuesday, June 08, 2004

Today peaked around 11:40am when I heard Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast blaring from a cheap pair of speakers in the downstairs warehouse here at work.

Somewhere avant garde footnote Ron Geesin is smiling.

Monday, June 07, 2004

Proof there is a god:

Wank-rockers Creed announced they're disbanding.

I welcome this news with arms wide open.

According to to Blogspot this is my 71st Post...
So here are some observations/lessons/rules for a drowzy Mondane afternoon:

Never allow a homeless man to live your parents' home - No good can come of this EVER. I don't care how many of y'all seen Down and Out In Beverly Hills and thought it was cute. Unless you find joy in stalkers and filing restraining orders, avoid this like arena football.

Never trust property managers to do anything that benefits the tenant...you could sooner expect George W.Bush to solve a Rubiks Cube in 20 minutes.

Never eat pizza sold near a megaplex, nothing gives you the buyers remorse or bad gas faster.

Now some positives:

When you see Tommy Shaw offering up guest vocals on a tribute album (like the new KISS one), buy with confidence...it'll always rule.

Always accept an invitation to a beach party, they never disappoint.

And always say hello back to the pretty girl standing next to you after a show - particularly a club show (and especially if you go alone)...you never know where the conversation may lead. I'm living proof of that.



Friday, June 04, 2004

Apologists/Supporters of Dizzee Rascal and The Streets I hereby apologize in advance for the following:

Is anyone as unconvinced with British Hip Hop as I am?

Despite Blighty's contribution to punk rock, Brit-Pop, and all the other seemingly angry genres of popular music, I just think its too polite a culture (Ali G notwithstanding) to make me take its hip hop seriously.

Now I don't claim to be a rap authority by any measure (my hip hop library is limited to four stoner friendly Beastie Boys records, one Pharcyde album, and William Shatner's "The Transformed Man") but you gotta admit rap sounds pretty goddamn ridiculous with a Northern accent. Same thing applies when visiting an English McDonalds. Too polite to take seriously.

All I hear in my head when I think of British Rap is Dick Van Dyke in his Mary Poppins get-up "Yo, Chim Chim Chireee Muthafucka!!"

Represent "Guv'nor"?

Bloody hell.


Wednesday, June 02, 2004

Where the hell is the goddang June Gloom? I'm roasting like a half-eaten Kenny Rogers chicken here!!

Hey Mr.Weather Man get off your lazy arse and give me my June Gloom so I can sleep at night. Its hotter than a Tijuana Taxi in my apartment!

More rants soon...

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

I'm back! Check tomorrow for the complete story Morning Glory...

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