be a good bunny, won't you?

this year marks the third annual el compadre's easter: tequila, the resurrection, & you! since seamus asked me to marry him after many margaritas at this restaurant, u2 blaring in the background, we commemorate this happy day by revisiting this special spot.

early dinner begins at 4p and meanders. it is our luck that our dearest, most talented friend alexandra gibson is having her gallery opening of erotic photography that evening at the normandie room in weho. all photos will be custom framed & for sale. there will be women on small stages for immediate enjoyment. festivities there begin at 8p.

come & join us! it is the happiest time of year. for once, i have put the past to rest.

no, really. i have. i may be a historian, but the person i am now doesn't reference my past. it just happened one day. strange, that.

fuck.

fuck.

silent mutton

tomorrow night @ the silverlake lounge, the fold presents: radars to the sky with the press fire! come, support local music!

jessica & i will be there along with an amazing assortment of people.

now, back to work! cripes!

making love to my ear

120 days
land of talk
the happy hollows
snowden
the arcade fire : neon bible

thank you woxy.com & littleradio.com for streaming great live music today.

tomorrow at 9a pst snowden will be on woxy.com!

thank you, sarah, for my psychedelic memories

a couple of months ago, a good friend from gradeschool & highschool left a comment saying that she had found a copy of the psychedelic writings a small group of us used to self-publish.

the series was called "return to the coffeehouse".

if i remember correctly, there were four or five of us. stephanie, sarah, angie, myself, & perhaps carla? we would write train of consciousness bits in class & i would type them up on my grandfather's black & green screened computer, saving them to floppy disks - mortarboards, really, and printing them out in dot dot dot letters. how primitive! the pages would be secured in three prong folders. i think we even sold them to other students a few times.

this was the sixth or seventh grade. i had thought all of these were lost. i actually forgot about them in more recent years. however, sarah was kind enough to make a copy of them & mail them to me in hollywood. thank you for giving me a part of my childhood.

so, without further ado:

i am lost in the woods with elvis when this lady from church comes in and says, "spank your leprechaun monkey with french lapel and shiny shimmering sequins. then go to the highest mountain in india and meet princess jasmine and abu the monkey dressed in bell bottoms and in a halter top not once questioning your shoes." then praise and you shall be praised for your magnificent jeri-curl fro as you sing o canada to the beat of neatniks high on benadryl chanting the barbecue, the barbecue and eating catfish tails while stepping on smeckios. with your armpit hair a furl you climb outside and say, “long live john lennon and yoko ono alike.” then you pass out in a pile of cappio bottles.

you wake up with the smell of funny cigarettes stuck in your dreadlocked nosehair and you see hans christien andersen and the little mermaid singing a duet of "i got you babe". you shove a french fry vigorously up your nose and your body begins to vibrate to the beat of "jeremy". your eyes shine a beastial green and the barbecue sandwich in front of you stares at you with such magnetism that you turn away for the lust has devoured your senses. then the barbecue shrieks, “bite me!”

then you wake up and you realize it was only a ream and you are margaret thatcher in the land of claudehoppers and gondorrah. the crisp christmas eve bells ring and you look out the window and say, "i have seen the light of a continuous off the air channel running all night, and I know the cure of gorbachev’s yoplait yogurt stain. i met my spiritual animal cooney cow in the land of oz. dorothy did my hair up in pigtails and put eyeline freckles on my face. glenda the good withc said to meet princess jasmine and abu the monkey but not once did I question my shoes!" then you suffer a sever breakdown and you blurt, "cappio, smeckio, gondorrah, i see the answer now! i read the spit in the pond as the flying fish ferdinand ate it! i am the queen of el salvador, the land of cheese wiz! my prince is mrs. burke as she rubs her pot belly and says, "ho, ho, ho, green giant."

apparently, I have always had an active imagination.

the abandoned hospital

we have officially moved in & i have gotten lost three times today.

my office has two blood pressure machines, a wall of mystery buttons, & a window to nothing.

i bought a plant & a candle today at ralph's in hopes of combatting the smell of open-rear gowns & analgesic.

we start shooting in two weeks!

in other news: i am in love with ian mcewan & his prose.

tonight: saunter to jumbo's for a quick hello or, the echo for the accoustic show. tough call!

on the wonders of hobo cooking

warning: if you are about to eat something delicious, do not read. if you have a mouth filled with soda, water, or wine, do not read.

last evening as i was going to our rite aid to procure some of gallo's finest wine-flavored water, i happened upon one of the local bums.

now, i don't have a problem with transients at all. in fact, i liked to believe that i had a fair understanding of their politics & plumage while living in west l.a.

however, what i do have a problem with is public defecation. it is never a crowd pleaser.

so -

after crossing the street, i stepped onto the sidewalk, passed a few buses waiting departure, and looked to the bench. my eyes find a bum, cleaner than most, placing ever so gingerly a turd between the crevice of what seems to be a fresh hotdog bun.

???

to be sure, rachel ray shed a tear wherever she was. i gagged but for a second & then began giggling to myself thinking about hobo iron chef. "today, we fight the battle of the shoestring! the battle of the pigeon! the battle of the cigarette butt!"

[bad dubbed voice] "oh, isn't that splendid - lefty is making shoestring spaghetti with butt sauce. quelle technique! no, is that a breast of pigeon i see? surely he isn't risking pigeon beak mash as his desert!"

witnessing this definitely made the cheap wine go down better. that is for sure.

the ghost of jeff buckley

oh, dollar dewar's drinks at the echo: be damned, be damned.

of course, this was one of the first times i have ever had the "pleasure" of drinking dewar's. i had no idea about its mixology. all i could see was a dollar bill dancing in front of my eyes with an super-inscription flying on a banderole about the pyramid that read: "united under dollar drinks". diet coke + dewar's = "the cheap bitch".

my hangover implied, instead of taking my lunch hour walk along illustrious olympic blvd. (now i remember exactly why i left the westside - & no, it had nothing to do with the spectral stench of my previous relationship!) i have decided to write in this blog.

the show last night was excellent: the lineup - radars to the sky, low vs. diamond, the airborne toxic event, & the happy hollows - near pristine; the aforementioned drinks, cheap. it was the last show for radars' keyboardist kate as she is officially on maternity leave & the band did a solid job of sending her off. on a bigger stage with brighter accoustics, the radars thrived. joe from one of my favorite music blogs & i took in the show side by side. seamus mounted the speakers in the front, guitar flailing. andrew's voice has never sounded clearer - even martin was bounding about the stage, bass in agile hand. kenny kicked out the jams on the drums; kate had her sexy whisper. i was impressed. having dated seamus much before he joined this band, i have had the pleasure of watching their dynamic shift, their confidence build. the new song "victoria" was indicator of this band's brilliance & projection. the crowd clapped & cheered.

we stepped outside for a few camel no. 9s (damn you, too, camel for pandering to the fashionista) and found tatiana & maddox. much chat ensued with the lovely crowd of people who came to see the show. because of this socializing on the back patio, i have to admit that i missed the majority of low vs. diamond. what i did hear was good, however, & i will definitely seek out their cd. little birdies have been telling me that they are going to blow up!

we rushed back in for further refreshment & airborne. if you have yet to see them live, do so this month. the airborne toxic event are playing every monday at the echo for free thanks to kxlu. the lineups vary each time, so check the echo webpage. mikel is quite the lyricist & the songs will lodge themselves in your mind for a week, at least. the band moves as fierce as the ocean on stage with instrument changeups & a lovely violinist who gets on her knees to rock. i fell in love with them all over again & had the chance to dance with becky lou & junia from junia & the hymns. excellent times!

the final band has quite possibly the most adorable, sass-filled lead singer i ever did aspy! the happy hollows kick so much ass. i had heard them compared to the pixies & i must say i can hear the aural resemblance. though i caught but a few songs, as my bedtime was quick upon me, i would see them again. besides, how can you not like a band who sells their cds out of a bunny filled diorama? really, now. you simply cannot.

that is my lunch time review.

now, listening to amy winehouse & no longer jeff buckley. here are the things on my dance card:

tonight: dinner with the lovely mila! i cannot wait to listen to neon bible, eat lentil surprise, & see the painting that she did of me.

wednesday: lost! followed by trash&diamonds at social hollywood?

thursday: perversion at the ruby. yes, seamus said he was coming. no, he wasn't held at gunpoint.

friday: dinner with julian & zhogchen buddhist master khenpo.

saturday: naked saturday! woo! dj tatiana at spundae.

then, the next week - la fashion week! kitten* magazine fashion week @ the standard! dinner at elf cafe! haircut at purple circle! certainly some concerts, drinks, etc.

now, back to my research!

friday: e>k>u>k & radars to the sky

t & a: taxidermy & ass-shaking

tonight, join us at the natural history museum.

the season of first fridays hosted by club spaceland is upon us. this evening: matmos & ghostland observatory perform in the mammal hall of the museum.

two years ago seamus & i saw autolux in this venue. let me just say, it is impressive. bands as dynamic as ghostland & autolux throwing themselves into instruments or dance steps, surrounded by stuffed wildlife, extinct or no, is surreal, near perfect.

come, come, come.

we will be arriving around 9p due to the wonders of public transport. there are far more foolish things you could do with nine dollars.

!!!