interesting few days. chronological order seems fitting, so:
Friday.
after much ordeal, i finally got hold of some polly jean tickets!! the people at ticketweb were nice enough to not give me tickets either of the knitting factory shows so i had to go with plan B: the dont knock the rock festival. it should be a good time based soley on how much her new cd (uh huh her) rocks. you all should buy it!
Saturday.
relaxing at the beach. so pleasant.
at the beach, a question was asked: if you had to bring five cds to fill a five disc cd player to the beach, what would they be?
Mine: 1 ipod. duh. thats not a cd, but it is what i would bring
.
here are my answers:
beach boys: pet sounds, the shins, chutes too narrow, at the drive: relationship of command, ben folds five: ben folds five, wilco: yankee hotel foxtrot.
What would you bring?
After the beach, we went up to topango (near malibu) to have a bbq at the bosses house while she is out of town. on the way up, im listening to a little indie1031, when camp freddie radio comes on. this week only dave navaro was in the studio, but hes a fun guy to listen to. so hes telling this story about his coffee and why hes the only one in the studio.
::bad navaro impressionation here:: "we have a great show today. we're giving away some ozzfext tickets and we have the lovely suicide girls in the study"
timeout. im thinking, wholy shit, what did he just say? the suicide gilrs! first thought: hell yeah. second thought: i hope i dont get to this house before the SGs come on. third thought: please, please oh please, let them come on before i get to the house.
so continue driving up the PCH listening to the radio. (Driving on the PCH is amazing.) no SG. drive some more. no SG. turn off PCH to head into the mountains. no SG. just as im starting to lose reception: static...static..welcome...static...static.... girls. oh shit. im going to miss the interview while im still in my car. i cant believe this. so i stick my hand out my window and start jiggling my antenea trying to get reception. i kind of here a little bit of the interview (dont know who with
).
while this is going on, my friend driving in front of me (who is big car guy) comes to almost a complete stop on this mounatouns road to look at an accident. ::pops the clutch, slams the breaks, jiggles the antenea a little to the right, yells what the hell are you doing justin?:: i see the cop at the scene start trying to wave him on. im thinking its just an accident justin, keep driving. then i see the accident:
red ferrari (sp?) on fire facing the wrong direction in the woods. when i say "on fire", i mean it was charred black with flames 4 feet high. interesting scene.
back to SG radio. to make short story really short: static static thanks static static book signing thursday static static burlesque on friday static static. end scene.
finally get up the house, a little upset about missing the interveiw, but c'est la vie, n'est pas? the house is amazing. i love architecture so i could go into some detail here, but i wont. all i will say is that it was very cool.
then another friend drives up. first thing he says is "did anyone here the suicide girls on the radio? they sounded pretty cool." hell yeah, i kind of heard the interview put the rock hard core!!! i start fishing for specifics from the interview: who was it? what did they say? etc. etc. his responce: umm, i dont know, something about a show this friday. ::i need more info!! i know about the show!!:: but rather than try to get info about the interview from him, i concinced him to go to the show. just as good.
one last thing. we had the best beer in the world: Hebrew: the chosen beer. funny and good.
Important notice: if any one knows where the book signing is at this thursday in LA, i would love to know. dare i say, ill be your best friend? mmm. how about ill buy you a drink. end notice.
fin.
Friday.
after much ordeal, i finally got hold of some polly jean tickets!! the people at ticketweb were nice enough to not give me tickets either of the knitting factory shows so i had to go with plan B: the dont knock the rock festival. it should be a good time based soley on how much her new cd (uh huh her) rocks. you all should buy it!
Saturday.
relaxing at the beach. so pleasant.
at the beach, a question was asked: if you had to bring five cds to fill a five disc cd player to the beach, what would they be?
Mine: 1 ipod. duh. thats not a cd, but it is what i would bring
.
here are my answers:
beach boys: pet sounds, the shins, chutes too narrow, at the drive: relationship of command, ben folds five: ben folds five, wilco: yankee hotel foxtrot.
What would you bring?
After the beach, we went up to topango (near malibu) to have a bbq at the bosses house while she is out of town. on the way up, im listening to a little indie1031, when camp freddie radio comes on. this week only dave navaro was in the studio, but hes a fun guy to listen to. so hes telling this story about his coffee and why hes the only one in the studio.
::bad navaro impressionation here:: "we have a great show today. we're giving away some ozzfext tickets and we have the lovely suicide girls in the study"
timeout. im thinking, wholy shit, what did he just say? the suicide gilrs! first thought: hell yeah. second thought: i hope i dont get to this house before the SGs come on. third thought: please, please oh please, let them come on before i get to the house.
so continue driving up the PCH listening to the radio. (Driving on the PCH is amazing.) no SG. drive some more. no SG. turn off PCH to head into the mountains. no SG. just as im starting to lose reception: static...static..welcome...static...static.... girls. oh shit. im going to miss the interview while im still in my car. i cant believe this. so i stick my hand out my window and start jiggling my antenea trying to get reception. i kind of here a little bit of the interview (dont know who with
).
while this is going on, my friend driving in front of me (who is big car guy) comes to almost a complete stop on this mounatouns road to look at an accident. ::pops the clutch, slams the breaks, jiggles the antenea a little to the right, yells what the hell are you doing justin?:: i see the cop at the scene start trying to wave him on. im thinking its just an accident justin, keep driving. then i see the accident:
red ferrari (sp?) on fire facing the wrong direction in the woods. when i say "on fire", i mean it was charred black with flames 4 feet high. interesting scene.
back to SG radio. to make short story really short: static static thanks static static book signing thursday static static burlesque on friday static static. end scene.
finally get up the house, a little upset about missing the interveiw, but c'est la vie, n'est pas? the house is amazing. i love architecture so i could go into some detail here, but i wont. all i will say is that it was very cool.
then another friend drives up. first thing he says is "did anyone here the suicide girls on the radio? they sounded pretty cool." hell yeah, i kind of heard the interview put the rock hard core!!! i start fishing for specifics from the interview: who was it? what did they say? etc. etc. his responce: umm, i dont know, something about a show this friday. ::i need more info!! i know about the show!!:: but rather than try to get info about the interview from him, i concinced him to go to the show. just as good.
one last thing. we had the best beer in the world: Hebrew: the chosen beer. funny and good.
Important notice: if any one knows where the book signing is at this thursday in LA, i would love to know. dare i say, ill be your best friend? mmm. how about ill buy you a drink.
end notice.
fin.
juxtapose:
You went to the beach with no Marley?