September 18, 2001
Why does eating healthy cost so much more? It's the same at all organic/urban hippie markets, (standing in line with a dread headed girl dressed in a potato sack talking on her cell phone) I'm not singling out Rainbow, but is the message that only the wealthy are allowed to eat better and live longer? Anyway, Rainbow was much bigger than I thought, and I was quite impressed with the diversity of goods stacked on their shelves. I found everything from children's books about potty training titled "Everyone Poops", to hemp tampons.
September 14, 2001
EVIDENCE OF BALANCE
Last night on my bus ride home, a cute, young, Latin boy asked out loud where Leavenworth Street was. An older black gentleman and myself both responded, and the passenger was especially grateful, spreading a smile across all three of our faces. It felt good to be useful during these troubling days, no matter how common the request, or miniscule the effect. A few stops later, as the Latin boy was exiting the bus, a female passenger sitting across from the side door, through her gum wrapper off of the bus into the street as the doors opened.
Last night on my bus ride home, a cute, young, Latin boy asked out loud where Leavenworth Street was. An older black gentleman and myself both responded, and the passenger was especially grateful, spreading a smile across all three of our faces. It felt good to be useful during these troubling days, no matter how common the request, or miniscule the effect. A few stops later, as the Latin boy was exiting the bus, a female passenger sitting across from the side door, through her gum wrapper off of the bus into the street as the doors opened.
September 10, 2001
August 30, 2001
LUCIFER LIVES IN THE RICHMOND
So the big buzz at the moment is Burning Man. I hadn’t given it much thought since last year having faced the challenges of cold/windy/rainy weather, a twisted group of candy-flippers for travel companions, and a manic closet-homosexual posing as a foster camp. The vibe itself was fundamentally good, it’s amazing to be surrounded by 26,000 diverse people who come together with the intention to bring creativity to life and treating everyone like a close friend, but I also think that it was used as a platform for perverts to gather and exhibit their tastelessness. I know, I know, freedom of expression means allowing ALL to be free, and who am I to justify one act as art and another as obscene, however, if you can find artistic merit or brotherly love in a 65 year old naked man who rides a bike around making good use of a dildo strapped to the seat and I will gladly retract my statement.
I tossed the idea of going again around briefly last month when the hum was growing stronger, but seeing as I’ve been traveling the country for the last 10 weeks, funding would not allow it. I wouldn’t mind visiting Black Rock city again, now that I’ve been I have a better concept of do’s and don’ts, but I have to admit I’m a bit jaded by the freak appeal, especially after what I saw Friday night.
A friend and I were walking home around 1:00 am in the Richmond. We turned the corner from 4th Street onto Clement, and fast approaching was a 7 foot tall Satan. I found it most remarkable that he was actually walking on black hooves with black fur around the ankles. He had shoulder length straight black hair, and his hairline was extremely receded exposing the entire top of his head. He was sporting incredibly realistic horns and fangs, against convincingly pale skin. He was dressed in black pants and a rich red, cape like jacket that hung down below his knees. I actually don’t remember how our conversation was initiated; I was so engrossed in the genuineness of his get up. As not to offend, I asked if this was his usual form or if he was in costume for a reason. He answered that he was on his way home from performing stand-up comedy down the street. I complimented him on his fabulous duds, and like a child at show-and-tell, he lifted the bald skin from atop his head, exposing a gnarly, what I can only presume to be life like brain, and laughed a demonic laugh with the aid of a voice altering box. Running with the oddity of it all, I suggested he add gooey blood to the brain for effect, and drink some hot tea for his throat. I bid him a good evening to which he replied, “You too. See you later, but you guys got a while”. Wow, I feel like I've been given a new license to live! I'm going to make every day count!
Who needs to go all the way to Nevada to see freaks?
p.s. would NOT date the Prince of Darkness
So the big buzz at the moment is Burning Man. I hadn’t given it much thought since last year having faced the challenges of cold/windy/rainy weather, a twisted group of candy-flippers for travel companions, and a manic closet-homosexual posing as a foster camp. The vibe itself was fundamentally good, it’s amazing to be surrounded by 26,000 diverse people who come together with the intention to bring creativity to life and treating everyone like a close friend, but I also think that it was used as a platform for perverts to gather and exhibit their tastelessness. I know, I know, freedom of expression means allowing ALL to be free, and who am I to justify one act as art and another as obscene, however, if you can find artistic merit or brotherly love in a 65 year old naked man who rides a bike around making good use of a dildo strapped to the seat and I will gladly retract my statement.
I tossed the idea of going again around briefly last month when the hum was growing stronger, but seeing as I’ve been traveling the country for the last 10 weeks, funding would not allow it. I wouldn’t mind visiting Black Rock city again, now that I’ve been I have a better concept of do’s and don’ts, but I have to admit I’m a bit jaded by the freak appeal, especially after what I saw Friday night.
A friend and I were walking home around 1:00 am in the Richmond. We turned the corner from 4th Street onto Clement, and fast approaching was a 7 foot tall Satan. I found it most remarkable that he was actually walking on black hooves with black fur around the ankles. He had shoulder length straight black hair, and his hairline was extremely receded exposing the entire top of his head. He was sporting incredibly realistic horns and fangs, against convincingly pale skin. He was dressed in black pants and a rich red, cape like jacket that hung down below his knees. I actually don’t remember how our conversation was initiated; I was so engrossed in the genuineness of his get up. As not to offend, I asked if this was his usual form or if he was in costume for a reason. He answered that he was on his way home from performing stand-up comedy down the street. I complimented him on his fabulous duds, and like a child at show-and-tell, he lifted the bald skin from atop his head, exposing a gnarly, what I can only presume to be life like brain, and laughed a demonic laugh with the aid of a voice altering box. Running with the oddity of it all, I suggested he add gooey blood to the brain for effect, and drink some hot tea for his throat. I bid him a good evening to which he replied, “You too. See you later, but you guys got a while”. Wow, I feel like I've been given a new license to live! I'm going to make every day count!
Who needs to go all the way to Nevada to see freaks?
p.s. would NOT date the Prince of Darkness
August 23, 2001
I’M READY FOR MY CLOSE-UP!!
So I went to L.A. this weekend, and amazingly enough I wasn’t discovered! I’m sure the stone faced patron that popped in to the Green Room café had much better luck, all the best to you bucko!
I checked into my plush Motel 6 hotel room mid afternoon, and headed out to immerse myself in the celebrity playground. Friday night after a quick dip in the nazi guarded swimming pool and a public fainting spell at Cat & the Fiddle, I was ready to retire! Then at five a.m., just a couple of hours before I was ready to rise and search for Britney Spear’s star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, Gordy decided to stop partying like a rock star and come back to the hotel. In stumbles Gordy, clicking one the bright white light and slurring the mis-heard Lenny Kravitz lyrics, “I’m a stone cold killer”. I denied my little Hannibal Lector wannabe the pleasure of chopping me up with a knife, or even removing a limb, and in mid-rebuttal, he passed out.
That morning I stopped at the visitor’s center and picked up a copy of the local periodical of what’s happening in the city called the L.A. Weekly, grabbed a croissant and chamomile tea, and perused the pages next to a sweet little fountain in the ninety degree morning sun. I strolled up and down Hollywood Blvd. window-shopping in such fine stores as Frederick’s of Hollywood and The Temptress. I spotted Spiderman and X-Man hanging out in from of Mann’s Chinese Theatre. Had I had any cash left I could have had my photo taken with these true to life Super Heroes. Alas I was tapped from breakfast, and I settled for their broken English, classic Saturday morning cartoon tag line, “We like girls”.
Later on that day Gordy, Simon and I drove through the Hollywood Hills looking for Wonderland Ave. (now why didn’t we keep an eye out for rabbit holes) making a brief pit stop so that Gordy could make his mark on Hollywood. Actually, he left his mark on Sunset Blvd. near Le Brea. And he marked the sidewalk. With melon infused vomit. We then took to Melrose Avenue for spending money that we just didn’t have on things that we just didn’t need. Two hours of searching for something funky and cool in commission driven piranha infested boutiques, and we came to the conclusion that the male styles weren’t male enough, and the female styles were cheap; and I don’t mean inexpensive.
After a twelve-hour cat nap Keely was now ready to join us for a tasty meal. We stuffed ourselves with yummy Italian food served to us by the assumed aspiring screenwriter, who coincidentally seemed to share a similar style with our beloved Simon. Keely promptly retired, after all she had been horizontal all day, so the boys and I set out to mingle with the plastic people. We found ourselves in a saloon of sorts, where Wranglers were replaced with Gucci, and the boots were made by Prada. Gordy fulfilled his dream of living like a cowboy by taking the old mechanical bull for a ride. He looked damn good up there too, and we overheard someone confirming it. Unfortunately, Gordy is still singing falsetto and the doctor said the skin on his left knee should grow back within a few days. We turned in early after an amusing walk home, witnessing fashion statements that were more like commands, “Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me”, and a parade of luxury cars with intoxicated girls hanging out of sunroofs proclaiming their love for L.A.
Our last day in SoCal was spent in colorful Venice Beach. On our way out of Hollywood, Keely shared her suspicion of the Star Map conspiracy. Her theory is that these hoodlums actually direct you to average people’s homes who are merely dressed as celebrities, hmmmm? Once in Venice we were welcomed with a more familiar atmosphere of the homeless, street performers, sidewalk artists, and tourons. (See Reese’s collection of amalgamated words) We covered the entire strip, popping into the countless t-shirt shops and tattoo shops. Simon tickled my funny bone by pronouncing words much differently than I the Yank would. He ordered his Middle Eastern lunch as a falafel pita with the accent on the first syllable of falafel and short ‘a’s, and a short ‘i’ sound in pita. Soon after Simon’s exquisite artwork purchase and a brief it’s a small world chat about a mutual friend that he and the artist shared from overseas, and we were ever ready to return to Fog City.
Reese’s Top Five from L.A.
5. Simon is completely disgusted by watching someone vomit and day old wet swimming trunks that have been incubating in the sun in the back of the Jeep.
4. Gordy is obsessed with silicon breasts
3. To blend in while in L.A., always have a look on your face as if you’ve just smelled something really foul.
2. There are no grocery stores in L.A.
1. Motel 6 does not offer the following amenities: an iron, an in-room coffee maker, any sort of view, a friendly parking attendant, a pool, an iron, competent reservations staff, complimentary coffee/hot water after 9a.m., mini fridge, microwave, those cute little bottles of hair care and lotion, an iron, continental breakfast, laundry service, shuttle service, porters, a hot tub, room service, or an iron.
So I went to L.A. this weekend, and amazingly enough I wasn’t discovered! I’m sure the stone faced patron that popped in to the Green Room café had much better luck, all the best to you bucko!
I checked into my plush Motel 6 hotel room mid afternoon, and headed out to immerse myself in the celebrity playground. Friday night after a quick dip in the nazi guarded swimming pool and a public fainting spell at Cat & the Fiddle, I was ready to retire! Then at five a.m., just a couple of hours before I was ready to rise and search for Britney Spear’s star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, Gordy decided to stop partying like a rock star and come back to the hotel. In stumbles Gordy, clicking one the bright white light and slurring the mis-heard Lenny Kravitz lyrics, “I’m a stone cold killer”. I denied my little Hannibal Lector wannabe the pleasure of chopping me up with a knife, or even removing a limb, and in mid-rebuttal, he passed out.
That morning I stopped at the visitor’s center and picked up a copy of the local periodical of what’s happening in the city called the L.A. Weekly, grabbed a croissant and chamomile tea, and perused the pages next to a sweet little fountain in the ninety degree morning sun. I strolled up and down Hollywood Blvd. window-shopping in such fine stores as Frederick’s of Hollywood and The Temptress. I spotted Spiderman and X-Man hanging out in from of Mann’s Chinese Theatre. Had I had any cash left I could have had my photo taken with these true to life Super Heroes. Alas I was tapped from breakfast, and I settled for their broken English, classic Saturday morning cartoon tag line, “We like girls”.
Later on that day Gordy, Simon and I drove through the Hollywood Hills looking for Wonderland Ave. (now why didn’t we keep an eye out for rabbit holes) making a brief pit stop so that Gordy could make his mark on Hollywood. Actually, he left his mark on Sunset Blvd. near Le Brea. And he marked the sidewalk. With melon infused vomit. We then took to Melrose Avenue for spending money that we just didn’t have on things that we just didn’t need. Two hours of searching for something funky and cool in commission driven piranha infested boutiques, and we came to the conclusion that the male styles weren’t male enough, and the female styles were cheap; and I don’t mean inexpensive.
After a twelve-hour cat nap Keely was now ready to join us for a tasty meal. We stuffed ourselves with yummy Italian food served to us by the assumed aspiring screenwriter, who coincidentally seemed to share a similar style with our beloved Simon. Keely promptly retired, after all she had been horizontal all day, so the boys and I set out to mingle with the plastic people. We found ourselves in a saloon of sorts, where Wranglers were replaced with Gucci, and the boots were made by Prada. Gordy fulfilled his dream of living like a cowboy by taking the old mechanical bull for a ride. He looked damn good up there too, and we overheard someone confirming it. Unfortunately, Gordy is still singing falsetto and the doctor said the skin on his left knee should grow back within a few days. We turned in early after an amusing walk home, witnessing fashion statements that were more like commands, “Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me”, and a parade of luxury cars with intoxicated girls hanging out of sunroofs proclaiming their love for L.A.
Our last day in SoCal was spent in colorful Venice Beach. On our way out of Hollywood, Keely shared her suspicion of the Star Map conspiracy. Her theory is that these hoodlums actually direct you to average people’s homes who are merely dressed as celebrities, hmmmm? Once in Venice we were welcomed with a more familiar atmosphere of the homeless, street performers, sidewalk artists, and tourons. (See Reese’s collection of amalgamated words) We covered the entire strip, popping into the countless t-shirt shops and tattoo shops. Simon tickled my funny bone by pronouncing words much differently than I the Yank would. He ordered his Middle Eastern lunch as a falafel pita with the accent on the first syllable of falafel and short ‘a’s, and a short ‘i’ sound in pita. Soon after Simon’s exquisite artwork purchase and a brief it’s a small world chat about a mutual friend that he and the artist shared from overseas, and we were ever ready to return to Fog City.
Reese’s Top Five from L.A.
5. Simon is completely disgusted by watching someone vomit and day old wet swimming trunks that have been incubating in the sun in the back of the Jeep.
4. Gordy is obsessed with silicon breasts
3. To blend in while in L.A., always have a look on your face as if you’ve just smelled something really foul.
2. There are no grocery stores in L.A.
1. Motel 6 does not offer the following amenities: an iron, an in-room coffee maker, any sort of view, a friendly parking attendant, a pool, an iron, competent reservations staff, complimentary coffee/hot water after 9a.m., mini fridge, microwave, those cute little bottles of hair care and lotion, an iron, continental breakfast, laundry service, shuttle service, porters, a hot tub, room service, or an iron.
> Nothing says 'Yer not from 'round heer' like walking
> into the local T.G.I.Friday's in Newport News, Va and
> having the ENTIRE establishment turn and gawk. A few
> fine citizens were bold enough to actually reach out
> and grope my weave as I walked by. Aside from this
> incident of feeling like the main attraction at the
> county fair freak show, I'm having a great time in lil
> ol VA. My first night here my five year old brother
> and I took a long walk down a country road at dusk ,
> to chase fireflies and listen to the sound of crickets
> and frogs in the woods. My 10 year reunion was
> typical, everyone stuck to their former click, those
> who had plump potential did, and many who didn't did!
> A few alumni took in a bit too much moonshine and
> either revealed a little more than I needed to know
> about a decade of hardships or used the liquid courage
> to express desires that were kept hidden for darn good
> reason. I hung out with the other 2 single folk, my
> friend Wade who I ventured to Europe with when I was
> 14, and my friend Jimmy who I went to my 11th grade
> prom with. Wade is a lifeguard in Nags Head, NC which
> is where I'll be spending the next 3 days with my
> sibs, so he's going to hook us up with neat-o stuff to
> get into. I haven't adjusted to the time difference
> yet nor have I really tried, so I've been up until 3am
> and sleeping until close to noon, spending the early
> part of my day with my friends Tom & Jerry, Scooby-Doo
> and Dexter, PRAISE CARTOON NETWORK!! I took my little
> brother bowling last night, he calls it rollin', he
> hurls the ball down the alley and then assumes one of
> two positions to watch it hit the pins. He either
> lays flat on his stomach to get the eye line view, or
> he turns around and bends over and gets the upside
> down between the knee view.
> I hope all is well on the West side, until next time,
> keeps yer pigs in the pen, and remember Jesus Saves.
> qr
> into the local T.G.I.Friday's in Newport News, Va and
> having the ENTIRE establishment turn and gawk. A few
> fine citizens were bold enough to actually reach out
> and grope my weave as I walked by. Aside from this
> incident of feeling like the main attraction at the
> county fair freak show, I'm having a great time in lil
> ol VA. My first night here my five year old brother
> and I took a long walk down a country road at dusk ,
> to chase fireflies and listen to the sound of crickets
> and frogs in the woods. My 10 year reunion was
> typical, everyone stuck to their former click, those
> who had plump potential did, and many who didn't did!
> A few alumni took in a bit too much moonshine and
> either revealed a little more than I needed to know
> about a decade of hardships or used the liquid courage
> to express desires that were kept hidden for darn good
> reason. I hung out with the other 2 single folk, my
> friend Wade who I ventured to Europe with when I was
> 14, and my friend Jimmy who I went to my 11th grade
> prom with. Wade is a lifeguard in Nags Head, NC which
> is where I'll be spending the next 3 days with my
> sibs, so he's going to hook us up with neat-o stuff to
> get into. I haven't adjusted to the time difference
> yet nor have I really tried, so I've been up until 3am
> and sleeping until close to noon, spending the early
> part of my day with my friends Tom & Jerry, Scooby-Doo
> and Dexter, PRAISE CARTOON NETWORK!! I took my little
> brother bowling last night, he calls it rollin', he
> hurls the ball down the alley and then assumes one of
> two positions to watch it hit the pins. He either
> lays flat on his stomach to get the eye line view, or
> he turns around and bends over and gets the upside
> down between the knee view.
> I hope all is well on the West side, until next time,
> keeps yer pigs in the pen, and remember Jesus Saves.
> qr
June 05, 2001
[6/1/2001 10:04:06 AM | Reese Williams]
Hypocraasy at it's finest
The other day I forwarded a link regarding the Area One Concert coming to Shoreline Ampitheater this summer to everyone I know. Musical talent like Moby, Outkast, New Order, Paul OakenfoldI, the Orb, and The Roots getting togther at the request of Moby himself to entertain the masses on a pleasant summer day on the lawn. I get a reply from this guy who I work with, who I used to be really good friends with, but now we're just socially polite, or should I say he's nice when he wants something i.e. and "E" hook up or his commission checks processed faster, (but that's a story for another blog), a guy who goes dancing at least 4 nights a week with out fail, a guy who gets that "Hey I acknowledge you out there in the crowd my friend", that w'sup head jerk from many local DJs as they're spinning their set, here's how the email goes
QR-How cool would this be?
Outside Party-Too fucking corporate.
QR-Where's the love of music my man?
Outside Party-Part of the love is the scene(and I gotta lotta love). You play the best music ever created while in hell, you're still going to get a really bad burn; and things won't sound so good.
Wow, sounds like this guys stands for what he believes in huh? Did I mention that he's a COMMERCIAL REAL ESTATE BROKER? He makes a profit from the purchasing and leasing of COMMERCIAL properties, spaces that can only be occupied BUSINESSES, profit hungry machines!? This is the same guy who when given the rare gift of a free parking space for a month in our building's parking garage, tried to SELL IT FOR A PROFIT to a fellow employee!
A good friend of mine had a great response to the "too f***ing corpoarte comment-
"Who cares about the corporate when your heart is pounding, your forehead is sweaty and at some point during a hard set you look up through the flashing rainbow of lights and see a stranger dancing nearby and you both smile and in that moment you just know....its all about the music baby! wooooooooo hooooooo!!!"
And the Beat Goes On..........
qr
p.s. Sushi date with 27 year old DJ/music maker update:Super nice, extremely mellow, no chemistry for me yet, would probably hang with him again
Hypocraasy at it's finest
The other day I forwarded a link regarding the Area One Concert coming to Shoreline Ampitheater this summer to everyone I know. Musical talent like Moby, Outkast, New Order, Paul OakenfoldI, the Orb, and The Roots getting togther at the request of Moby himself to entertain the masses on a pleasant summer day on the lawn. I get a reply from this guy who I work with, who I used to be really good friends with, but now we're just socially polite, or should I say he's nice when he wants something i.e. and "E" hook up or his commission checks processed faster, (but that's a story for another blog), a guy who goes dancing at least 4 nights a week with out fail, a guy who gets that "Hey I acknowledge you out there in the crowd my friend", that w'sup head jerk from many local DJs as they're spinning their set, here's how the email goes
QR-How cool would this be?
Outside Party-Too fucking corporate.
QR-Where's the love of music my man?
Outside Party-Part of the love is the scene(and I gotta lotta love). You play the best music ever created while in hell, you're still going to get a really bad burn; and things won't sound so good.
Wow, sounds like this guys stands for what he believes in huh? Did I mention that he's a COMMERCIAL REAL ESTATE BROKER? He makes a profit from the purchasing and leasing of COMMERCIAL properties, spaces that can only be occupied BUSINESSES, profit hungry machines!? This is the same guy who when given the rare gift of a free parking space for a month in our building's parking garage, tried to SELL IT FOR A PROFIT to a fellow employee!
A good friend of mine had a great response to the "too f***ing corpoarte comment-
"Who cares about the corporate when your heart is pounding, your forehead is sweaty and at some point during a hard set you look up through the flashing rainbow of lights and see a stranger dancing nearby and you both smile and in that moment you just know....its all about the music baby! wooooooooo hooooooo!!!"
And the Beat Goes On..........
qr
p.s. Sushi date with 27 year old DJ/music maker update:Super nice, extremely mellow, no chemistry for me yet, would probably hang with him again
June 01, 2001
Hypocraasy at it's finest
The other day I forwarded a link regarding the Area One Concert coming to Shoreline Ampitheater this summer to everyone I know. Musical talent like Moby, Outkast, New Order, Paul OakenfoldI, the Orb, and The Roots getting togther at the request of Moby himself to entertain the masses on a pleasant summer day on the lawn. I get a reply from this guy who I work with, who I used to be really good friends with, but now we're just socially polite, or should I say he's nice when he wants something i.e. and "E" hook up or his commission checks processed faster, (but that's a story for another blog), a guy who goes dancing at least 4 nights a week with out fail, a guy who gets that "Hey I acknowledge you out there in the crowd my friend", that w'sup head jerk from many local DJs as they're spinning their set, here's how the email goes
QR-How cool would this be?
Outside Party-Too fucking corporate.
QR-Where's the love of music my man?
Outside Party-Part of the love is the scene(and I gotta lotta love). You play the best music ever created while in hell, you're still going to get a really bad burn; and things won't sound so good.
Wow, sounds like this guys stands for what he believes in huh? Did I mention that he's a COMMERCIAL REAL ESTATE BROKER? He makes a profit from the purchasing and leasing of COMMERCIAL properties, spaces that can only be occupied BUSINESSES, profit hungry machines!? This is the same guy who when given the rare gift of a free parking space for a month in our building's parking garage, tried to SELL IT FOR A PROFIT to a fellow employee!
A good friend of mine had a great response to the "too f***ing corpoarte comment-
"Who cares about the corporate when your heart is pounding, your forehead is sweaty and at some point during a hard set you look up through the flashing rainbow of lights and see a stranger dancing nearby and you both smile and in that moment you just know....its all about the music baby! wooooooooo hooooooo!!!"
And the Beat Goes On..........
qr
p.s. Sushi date with 27 year old DJ/music maker update:Super nice, extremely mellow, no chemistry for me yet, would probably hang with him again
The other day I forwarded a link regarding the Area One Concert coming to Shoreline Ampitheater this summer to everyone I know. Musical talent like Moby, Outkast, New Order, Paul OakenfoldI, the Orb, and The Roots getting togther at the request of Moby himself to entertain the masses on a pleasant summer day on the lawn. I get a reply from this guy who I work with, who I used to be really good friends with, but now we're just socially polite, or should I say he's nice when he wants something i.e. and "E" hook up or his commission checks processed faster, (but that's a story for another blog), a guy who goes dancing at least 4 nights a week with out fail, a guy who gets that "Hey I acknowledge you out there in the crowd my friend", that w'sup head jerk from many local DJs as they're spinning their set, here's how the email goes
QR-How cool would this be?
Outside Party-Too fucking corporate.
QR-Where's the love of music my man?
Outside Party-Part of the love is the scene(and I gotta lotta love). You play the best music ever created while in hell, you're still going to get a really bad burn; and things won't sound so good.
Wow, sounds like this guys stands for what he believes in huh? Did I mention that he's a COMMERCIAL REAL ESTATE BROKER? He makes a profit from the purchasing and leasing of COMMERCIAL properties, spaces that can only be occupied BUSINESSES, profit hungry machines!? This is the same guy who when given the rare gift of a free parking space for a month in our building's parking garage, tried to SELL IT FOR A PROFIT to a fellow employee!
A good friend of mine had a great response to the "too f***ing corpoarte comment-
"Who cares about the corporate when your heart is pounding, your forehead is sweaty and at some point during a hard set you look up through the flashing rainbow of lights and see a stranger dancing nearby and you both smile and in that moment you just know....its all about the music baby! wooooooooo hooooooo!!!"
And the Beat Goes On..........
qr
p.s. Sushi date with 27 year old DJ/music maker update:Super nice, extremely mellow, no chemistry for me yet, would probably hang with him again
May 31, 2001
Up on the roof top sip, sip, sip were the women of Ladies Night May 31st, 2001. Balmy evening, bottles of wineand beer, fruit and cool whip! Here are the minutes as documented by hostess Reese. Amy and Sarah personally know one of the sexiest transexual? hermaphrodite? in San Francisco, Ali has had her fill of boobies lately, Usha has acrophobia, Lisa is continually exploring new oral sensations, Ariel is about to(read in a thick latin accent) "peddle her ass all over town", and Maggie has become detail oriented during round 2 with her beau. Reese's Racing Form in chronological order of how the surfaced:
1) 20 something 6'5' fetching broker-Used to work with me until last week, haven't spent time alone wiht him YET, but notice the capitalization of, YET
2) 27 year old aspiring writer, master lover, psychotic philosophizer-Dated him once in 99 and then again in 2000, he's moving to another continent so there's no fear of commitment while I indulge in one last romp
3) 27 year old dj-Met him ata clash theme house party(attire not the group), spun a beautiful se that mde wiggle for hours, seems very sweet on the phone, We're going to have sushi tonight so I will update tomorrow
4) 27 year old high schoold sweetheart-Emails have been going great, just hoping htat he's not preparing to humiliate me at the reunion ofr sleeping with his best friend back in the day
5) ? year old beautiful prussian named Ali, as in "Muhammad" Ali-Met him at a bar playing pool in Berkeley, just got out of an 11 year relationship so kinda clingy, him needs a fwend
6) 25 year old handsome salesman of sorts-Met him while bowling with friends, lots of chemisrty, but he focuses on that chemistry too much for my taste. I don't know why, it's not like we slept together on the first date or anything.
1) 20 something 6'5' fetching broker-Used to work with me until last week, haven't spent time alone wiht him YET, but notice the capitalization of, YET
2) 27 year old aspiring writer, master lover, psychotic philosophizer-Dated him once in 99 and then again in 2000, he's moving to another continent so there's no fear of commitment while I indulge in one last romp
3) 27 year old dj-Met him ata clash theme house party(attire not the group), spun a beautiful se that mde wiggle for hours, seems very sweet on the phone, We're going to have sushi tonight so I will update tomorrow
4) 27 year old high schoold sweetheart-Emails have been going great, just hoping htat he's not preparing to humiliate me at the reunion ofr sleeping with his best friend back in the day
5) ? year old beautiful prussian named Ali, as in "Muhammad" Ali-Met him at a bar playing pool in Berkeley, just got out of an 11 year relationship so kinda clingy, him needs a fwend
6) 25 year old handsome salesman of sorts-Met him while bowling with friends, lots of chemisrty, but he focuses on that chemistry too much for my taste. I don't know why, it's not like we slept together on the first date or anything.
December 31, 1969
Germany:The Accommodations
So we're staying in a 'cultural center'/artist's commune in Berlin and our space is.......basic. The room is about thirty feet long and twelve feet wide, concrete floor, white brick walls, and the south facing wall is thirty feet of floor to ceiling window. The room came with two desks (D and I have our own work spaces) (so D andI have our own lounge spaces), a sofa, an oversized ottoman, a round end table, a locker, a small fridge and about ten times more crap we had the managers remove the first day. We were told tat we could use the two toilets on our floor, but they didn't provide the little tid bid that these indoor outhouses were also used by the patrons of the nightclub above our room. The nightclub wasan aspect they failed to mention as well. But now after four weeks a piss filled hall and thunderous dance music until eight in the morning are the familiar signs of home. Fortunately we scored the key to the dressing room one floor down, so we get to shower and stuff there. The building itself is enormous, five floors with one wing dedicated to being the gallery, and this wing with an incredibly spacious theatre and the offices on the first floor, a four screen kino on the second, multiple studios on the third and fourth, and the club on the fifth. There's a big
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So we're staying in a 'cultural center'/artist's commune in Berlin and our space is.......basic. The room is about thirty feet long and twelve feet wide, concrete floor, white brick walls, and the south facing wall is thirty feet of floor to ceiling window. The room came with two desks (D and I have our own work spaces) (so D andI have our own lounge spaces), a sofa, an oversized ottoman, a round end table, a locker, a small fridge and about ten times more crap we had the managers remove the first day. We were told tat we could use the two toilets on our floor, but they didn't provide the little tid bid that these indoor outhouses were also used by the patrons of the nightclub above our room. The nightclub wasan aspect they failed to mention as well. But now after four weeks a piss filled hall and thunderous dance music until eight in the morning are the familiar signs of home. Fortunately we scored the key to the dressing room one floor down, so we get to shower and stuff there. The building itself is enormous, five floors with one wing dedicated to being the gallery, and this wing with an incredibly spacious theatre and the offices on the first floor, a four screen kino on the second, multiple studios on the third and fourth, and the club on the fifth. There's a big
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