ZIP LOCK BAG "WALLET" LAST SEEN IN THE BACK SEAT OF A CAB AT THE HARDROCK HOTEL. 3:30 AM.
-???????™
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
MISSING:
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Fuck That Fest aka. Pile Sesh.
MoonLats played the fuck yeah fest, great show. Then the full on Pile Sesh...
Rad Peeps.
Rad Girls.
Rad dudes.
Creator.
Pile.
They should of at least used the first smiths cover, yeah the one with the gay dude.
blackout.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
I've come to wish you an unhappy bday....
The man responsible for my many hangovers...Kevin from the cha cha celebrated his 40th...
Kevin
...
My lil tweedy bird showed up before his pajama fest so i can revive his blog.
nathan stopping by before he headed over to the pajama fest as well...
Sick!
asian view of the gift bag i got.
ynoT?
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Sheriff: You know why i pulled you over? Can you put your Blackberry down?
Me: ...
Sheriff: You were going 42 in a 35. I was trying to catch up.
Me: Uh ok.
Sheriff: I'm not going to sweat you over that. Here's your ID. Where did you get your car?
Me: Ebay.
Sheriff: Is it a real Police Interceptor???????????????
Me: Yes.
Sheriff: I can't find one anywhere in California. So it's a real cop car?
Me: It's a P71 Ford Crown Victoria. It's a 2000. I got it on the east coast. I've had it for 4 years. It had 60 thousand miles when I got it. Everything works. *lets' wrap this up*
Sheriff: That's cool. Have a goodnight.
Me:?!
(end scene)
-?!™
Thursday, August 23, 2007
A day in the Life of....
I hate waking up for work. It's terrible cause my room is sooooooo comfy... 
When I do finally wake up, there is nothing better then a hot shower to start the day...
After a showie, gotta get dressed...
We all know you cant start the day without a good breakfast...
After that comes the worst part of the day...dun dun dun...Gotta head off to work...
While at work there aint nothin better then dreaming about a vacation, just getting on a plane and heading off to japan...
-the senny
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
AFTER MY CORTISONE SHOT TODAY...
IN THE LOBBY OF THE DR. OFFICE A LOCAL WEIRDO RIPPER SLASHED THIS IMMACULATE "NO BIG WHOOP" BS SESSER ACROSS THIS MARBLE BLOCK. HE WAS WEARING SPEEDOS AND HAD THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BRONZE SKIN. HE BROKE OUT BEFORE I COULD GET HIS E-MAIL...MAINLY SAD NOW.
-???????™
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Hell is for Children!
101 Rules of Black Metal
1. Don't be gay.
2. Be "true".
3. All people who aren't "true" are gay.
4. Be grim.
5. Be necro.
6. Be simultaneously grim and necro if at all possible.
7. Break things while being grim and necro.
8. Don't have fun at concerts. Stand around with arms crossed.
9. Repeat all above while denouncing organized religion in any form.
10. Never ever, EVER under ANY circumstances...
11. ...Listen to Peccatum.
12. When someone asks you if you enjoy the music of Mayhem, point out that
you only enjoy the music of "the true" Mayhem. Maniac is gay.
13. Don't play with fuzzy things, excepting that by "play" you mean "burn".
14. Don't be Dani Filth.
15. Never, ever, under any circumstances utter the phrase "Kenny G slams,
man."
16. Don't be Dani Filth.
17. When your mom tells you to take out the garbage tell her that you're too
metal to remove refuse.
18. Run for it!
19. Sodomize a virgin whore.
20. Sodomize anything that is not male. (Fuzzy things look out!)
21. Make sure your album goes out of print about 3 years after its
release... so it becomes 'cult'.
22. When in doubt, say "True Norwiegian Black Metal!"
23. If that doesn't work, blast beats can fill any silence.
24. Turn any cross you find upside-down.
25. Nipple twisting is not a blackmetal activity..
26. Write a cult, underground, grim and necro zine. Feature only interviews
with bands no one has heard of, even "true"
blackmetallers.
27. Never ever, EVER, EVER be open-minded.
28. Never write songs less than 15 minutes long and containing less than 15
adjectives in the title.
29. a) paint face. b) go in woods. c) act like troll.
30. Don't be Mortiis (or Dani Filth).
31. Don't wear white shoes after Labor Day.
32. Don't make jokes only your mom would get.
33. Don't make jokes.
34. When in doubt, scowl with eyes downturned.
35. Don't eat Marshmellow Peeps.
36. To producers of black metal albums: remember...no low end! If it doesn't
hurt to listen to, it can't be "true".
37. Make sure that no less than half of the musicians on your album are
"session" members.
38. When in concert, always growl names of songs so that they are
imperceptible. This will ensure that anyone who doesn't have your "cult" LP
won't get it.
39. Never play live.
40. When getting ready to go to a show, completely forget that the other
people there are not going to the show to look at you.
41. Use barbed wire whenever possible. (Note: this assists in being both
"necro" and "grim".)
42. When asked by a non true BMer what BM is, say something like, "BM is the
raw essence of pure black evil in man", in any case, make sure that by the
conversations end, the other person still has no idea what black metal is.
43. Drive one of your band members to suicide, and claim he died because of
the "mainstream" "infecting" the "scene".
44. Reform with "old members" and release an album intended to produce
commercial success.
45. When it flops say that you meant it to fail cause anything less wouldn't
be "true".
46. Have a side project. Ensure that all other members of your band also
have side projects.
47. Fill out the other slots in your other member's side projects as
"session" musicians.
48. Record everything in the same studio with the same
producer/instruments/equipment/etc.
49. Make sure your album cover never consists of more than three colors
(color options allowed: grey, black, white).
50. Publicly state that your band is "non-religious", then use the word
"Satan" over 400 times on your one-song thirty-minute album.
51. Never stuff your shoes to make them appear puffy and avoid the wearing
of backwards baseball caps if at all possible. Red ones in particular.
52. Insist that music should never progress and that it should still sound
the same way it did 9 friggin years ago.
53. Never say "friggin".
54. Never finish anything you start.
55. The word "Hail" is the only appropriate greeting whenever greeting
someone "true".
56. If feeling especially true on a given occasion, try "Infernal Hails".
57. All logos must include illegible writing and at least one inverted cross
and/or pentagram. This is non-negotiable.
58. When referring to sex with a Metal Chick use only the terminology
"sticking my clouded frost-spire into her gates of
attrition".
59. Design complex logo for your grim black metal band on binder paper in
the middle of math class.
60. Accept every interview you're offered... then pretend that you really
don't enjoy being interviewed.
61. Thoroughly enjoy Star Trek: The Next Generation.
62. Wait... scratch that last one. (See rule 1)
63. Never divulge to any outsiders the Exact Day of the Divine Arrival of
the Massive Hoof. Instead, inform them that they should be ready to suck the
Dark Lord's greasy @#%$ at any time.
64. Use the phrase "suck the dark lord's greasy @#%$" whenever possible.
65. If you ever find that you have somehow become a member of Hecate
Enthroned, be sure to piece together a music video of scrap footage of
yourself walking around in the woods at night looking evil. Only, instead of
being night make sure it's the middle of the @#%$ day, and instead of
looking evil, look dorky instead. (See also: rule 1)
666. Own hundreds of black metal albums, demos and bootlegs. Listen to
approximately 8 of them regularly.
67. Humping a ceramic Virgin Mary in front of your uncle's house is not
"pimping it" (unless you tell her you're done then blow in her face like a
shotgun when she turns around).
68. Refrain from using keyboard smilies when communicating via the Internet.
Single acceptable smiley: -(
69. Why isn't the word "Northern" in your album title yet!? Get to it!
Amateurs...
70. Spelling things correctly is neither grim nor necro.
71. Norsk Arysk Blak Metal! Rahhh!!
72. No matter where you're from, pretend you're from Norway and therefore
'true'.
73. Don't be Dani Filth. (I think that's clear)
74. All pets you own now will henceforth be known as "Crucifier". Any pets
you own in the future will also be known as "Crucifier".
75. True black metaller: "Many of our dark hyms are influenced by the mighty
Tolkien... You have not read the works of Tolkien!? Nerd. Wait a minute...
It appears I am the nerdy one after all!"
76. @#%$, I'm talking to myself again.
77. Norsk Arysk Blak Metal! Rahhh!!
78. That's better, on with the interview!
80. Create inverted crosses in all possible instances. Suggested tools: Drum
sticks, twigs, pool cues, pencils, etc. (See also "clouded frost spire")
81. Profess publicly that you are a Satanist and add that you are in touch
with Norway's ancient Pagan past. Pretend that somehow those two facts make
sense in conjunction.
82. Stick your dick in the mashed potatoes.
83. Don't make Beastie Boys references.
84. Don't make references.
85. Satanus. Huh huh huhuhuhuh.
86. Huhuhuhuhuhuhuh.
87. If possible, design the title of your album so that it consists of three
completely unrelated words. Dimmu Borgir are the master of this (i.e.
Enthrone Darkness Triumphant, Spiritual Black Dimensions, Puritanical
Euphoric Misanthropia, Godless Savage Garden) but you may also want to refer
to Immortal's "Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism".
88. As we all know, women have no place in the homoerotic world of black
metal, but if your girl friend still won't stop bugging you about wanting to
be involved in your band, give her a lame spoken word part or something.
89. Never form a band containing you, your wife and/or girlfriend, and some
gay looking guy. (See also: rule 11)
90. Go to bed when your mom tells you to.
91. If it's rare, it must be good. Order it immediately.
92. I will not add that as it is not metal enough.
93. Are you metal enough to be reading this?
94. Own every Darkthrone release. Listen to exactly none of them.
95. Own cult-as-@#%$ shirts of bands you not only own no releases of, but
also haven't even heard.
96. Use the phrase "cult-as-@#%$" whenever possible.
97. Attempt to randomly throw the word "@#%$" during random segments of your
songs. (Kindly refer to Attilla's work on De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas.)
98. In order to make your recording more incomprehensible and therefore more
"cult", be sure to either select a singer who has only a tenuous grasp on
the language to be sung. (Acceptable languages: Norwegian, Latin, Orcish.)
99. I'll tell you what your album lay out needs...Some titties.
100. And you know what else? How long since you acted like a troll? Pick up
that makeup and fight, soldier!
101. You mean to tell me you read this whole thing when you could've have
been prancing about in the forest with an axe? For shame! For shaaaaame!!
Hip Hop's Down Beat
When the political activist Al Sharpton pivoted from his war against bigmouth radio man Don Imus to a war on bad-mouth gangsta rap, the instinct among older music fans was to roll their eyes and yawn. Ten years ago, another activist, C. Delores Tucker, launched a very similar campaign to clean up rap music. She focused on Time Warner (parent of TIME), whose subsidiary Interscope was home to hard-core rappers Snoop Dogg and Tupac Shakur. In 1995 Tucker succeeded in forcing Time Warner to dump Interscope.
Her victory was Pyrrhic. Interscope flourished, launching artists like 50 Cent and Eminem and distributing the posthumous recordings of Shakur. And the genre exploded across the planet, with rappers emerging everywhere from Capetown to the banlieues of Paris. In the U.S. alone, sales reached $1.8 billion.
The lesson was Capitalism 101: rap music's market strength gave its artists permission to say what they pleased. And the rappers themselves exhibited an entrepreneurial bent unlike that of musicians before them. They understood the need to market and the benefits of line extensions. Theirs was capitalism with a beat.
Today that same market is telling rappers to please shut up. While music-industry sales have plummeted, no genre has fallen harder than rap. According to the music trade publication Billboard, rap sales have dropped 44% since 2000 and declined from 13% of all music sales to 10%. Artists who were once the tent poles at rap labels are posting disappointing numbers. Jay-Z's return album, Kingdom Come, for instance, sold a gaudy 680,000 units in its first week, according to Billboard. But by the second week, its sales had declined some 80%. This year rap sales are down 33% so far.
Longtime rap fans are doing the math and coming to the same conclusions as the music's voluminous critics. In February, the filmmaker Byron Hurt released Beyond Beats and Rhymes, a documentary notable not just for its hard critique but for the fact that most of the people doing the criticizing were not dowdy church ladies but members of the hip-hop generation who deplore rap's recent fixation on the sensational.
Both rappers and music execs are clamoring for solutions. Russell Simmons recently made a tepid call for rappers to self-censor the words nigger and bitch from their albums. But most insiders believe that a debate about profanity and misogyny obscures a much deeper problem: an artistic vacuum at major labels. "The music community has to get more creative," says Steve Rifkin, CEO of SRC Records. "We have to start betting on the new and the up-and-coming for us to grow as an industry. Right now, I don't think anyone is taking chances. It's a big-business culture."
It's the ultimate irony. Since the 1980s, when Run-DMC attracted sponsorship from Adidas, the rap community has aspired to be big business. By the '90s, those aspirations had become a reality. In a 1999 cover story, TIME reported that with 81 million CDs sold, rap was officially America's top-selling music genre. The boom produced enterprises like Roc-A-Fella, which straddled fashion, music and film and in 2001 was worth $300 million. It produced moguls like No Limit's Master P and Bad Boy's Puff Daddy, each of whom in 2001 made an appearance on FORTUNE's list of the richest 40 under 40. Along the way, the music influenced everything from advertising to fashion to sports.
The growth spurt was fueled by sensationalism. Tupac Shakur shot at police, was convicted of sexual abuse and ultimately was murdered in Las Vegas. But Shakur both alive and dead has also sold more than 20 million records. Death Row Records, which released much of Shakur's material, was run by ex-con Suge Knight and dogged by rumors of money laundering. But between 1992 and 1998, the label churned out 11 multiplatinum albums. Gangsta rappers reveled in their outlaw mystique, crafting ultra-violent tales of drive-bys and stick-ups designed to shock and enthrall their primary audience--white suburban teenagers. "Hip-hop seemed dangerous; it seemed angry," says Richard Nickels, who manages the hip-hop band the Roots. "Kurt Cobain killed himself, and rock seemed weak. But then you had these black guys who came out and had guns. It was exciting to white kids."
Hip-hop now faces a generation that takes gangsta rap as just another mundane marker in the cultural scenery. "It's collapsing because they can no longer fool the white kids," says Nickels. "There's only so much redundancy anyone can take."
Artists who never jumped on the gangsta bandwagon point the finger at the boardroom. They accuse major labels of strip-mining the music, playing up its sensationalist aspects for easy sales. "In rock you have metal, alternative, emo, soft rock, pop-rock, you have all these different strains," says Q-Tip, front man for the defunct A Tribe Called Quest. "And there are different strains of hip-hop, but record companies aren't set up to sell these different strains. They aren't set up to do anything more of a mature sort of hip-hop."
Of course, gangsta rap isn't a record-company invention. Indeed, hip-hop's two most celebrated icons, Shakur and Notorious B.I.G., embraced the sort of lyrical content that today has opened hip-hop to criticism. And the music companies, under assault from file-sharing and other alternative distribution channels, are hardly in a position to do R&D. "When I first signed to Tommy Boy, [the A&R person] would take us to different shows and to art museums," says Q-Tip. "There was real mentorship. Today that's largely absent, and we see the results in the music and in the aesthetic." That result is a stale product, defined by cable channels like BET, now owned by Viacom, which seems to consist primarily of gun worship and underdressed women.
During the past decade, record labels have outsourced the business of kingmaking to other artists. Established stars Dr. Dre and Eminem brought 50 Cent to Interscope. Jay-Z founded his own label, cut a distribution deal and began developing his own roster. But most established artists do little development. That leaves the possibility that hip-hop is following the same path that soul and R&B traveled when they descended into disco, which died quickly.
No longer able to peddle sensation, rap's moguls are switching tactics. Simmons, while still something of a hip-hop ambassador, is hawking a new self-help book. Master P, whose estimated worth was once $661 million, watched his label, No Limit, sink into bankruptcy. He recently announced the formation of Take a Stand Records, a label catering to "clean" hip-hop music. "Personally, I have profited millions of dollars through explicit rap lyrics," Master P stated on his website. "I can honestly say that I was once part of the problem, and now it's time to be part of the solution."
Chris Lighty, CEO of Violator Entertainment, whose clients include 50 Cent and Busta Rhymes, is looking at ways that record companies can work with artists in one area where rappers have been innovative: endorsement and branding. Whether it's 50 Cent owning a stake in Vitamin Water or Jay-Z doing a commercial for HP, most of these deals have been brokered by the artists' own camp. But Lighty sees in hip-hop a chance for record labels to generate more sponsorship and endorsements. "Record companies are going to have to make even better records and participate in brand extension. It's the only way they can survive," says Lighty. "We need to change the format, and this is the only way. 50 Cent is a brand. Jay-Z is a brand."
But the current hubbub over indecency poses a direct challenge to that brand strength, as the artist Akon recently discovered. While performing in Trinidad, Akon was videotaped dancing suggestively with a fan who was later revealed to be only 14. The video attracted the ire of conservatives like Bill O'Reilly. In the wake of the controversy, Akon's tour sponsor, Verizon, removed all ringtones featuring his work and retracted its sponsorship. The message was clear: Hip-hop needs a new and improved product.
- Time Magazine
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
PARKING LOT PILE'IN.
2:30 AM WEDNESDAY THE 17TH 2007.
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
IT WAS A PITCH BLACK PARKING LOT AS OUR TWO HERO'S WERE LEAVING CHA CHA. A LOCAL WATERING HOLE IN SILVERLAKE. A SAFE HAVEN FOR ART FAGS, FAG FAGS, AND A WIDE ARRAY OF WEIRDO'S IN GENERAL. AFTER A LONG NIGHT OF SPINNING HOURS OF FEEL GOOD MUSIC, TALKING TO FRIENDS, EATING DORITOS, DRINKING SHOTS AND NON-ALCOHOLIC BEERS OUR TWO ADVENTURERS WERE APPROACHING THE CROWN VICTORIA TO GO HOME, WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN....
JONATHAN DID EVENTUALLY GET UP. HE DIDN'T UTTER A SINGLE WORD. HE STUMBLED A BIT AND THEN CALMLY SAT HIS LATER'D CORPSE DOWN ON A NEARBY CURB. AS YNOT AND ??????? GOT INTO THE CAR AND DROVE OFF, JOHATHAN SPARKED UP ONE OF HIS LAST TWO CRUMPLED MENTHOLS AND WAS NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN.
ON THE DRIVE HOME BACK TO HOLLYWOOD THE TWO BEWILDERED MANCHILDERN WOULD THEN EXCHANGE STORIES OF THE WORST DRINKING SCENARIOS THEY'VE EVER SURVIVED. AND BOTH COULD EASILY ADMIT THAT JONATHAN WAS THE POSTER BOY FOR DGAF...
THE WORST BLOG THERE EVER WAS.
THE END.
-???????™
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