Updates on me - more back-logged cross posting.
I've been a very bad girl, and posting stuff in my my space blog and forgetting to cross-post it here. A lot has happened in the past week, there are some very important developments that I am really excited about. I feel I need to share it here because I value all you guys' opinions and advice. There are some things I can say here that I can't elsewhere, so I will post more details in the days to come. But for now, I feel I owe you all an update on my recent happenings and developments, so I'll cross-post the most important blogs.
Ok - back logged post from last Sunday...
Ok, here is something of a discombobulated update on my weekend, with a review of the Rob Zombie performance thrown in, due to the fact that I got a special request for the review by Senor Swankypants. I'm feeling a little off-kilter today for some reason. Don't know why exactly. Could be the raging allergies and asthma symptoms. Thank God for Zyrtec-D and Advair. I usually only take the Zyrtec-D once a day, and not every day, but the last couple days I've had to take it twice a day. And I really don't respond well to pseudoephedrine. The time release formula in the Zyrtec D counteracts the horrible side effects that usually encounter my usage of over-the-counter cold and allergy meds containing pseudo-ephedrine, which include, but are not limited to: extreme agitation and irrtability (aka uber-bitchiness), mood swings, chills, a flushed, warm face accompanied by freezing cold feet, a racing heartbeat, difficulty sleeping and concentrating, paranoia, and the occasional chair being thrown THROUGH a wall. Hence the discombulation. (Could also explain why I kind of lit into somebody earlier for what I perceived of as said person ignoring or brushing me off. I think I may have effectively alienated him from wanting to talk to me now, in which case I will be thoroughly heart broken. He is a pretty understanding person though, especially when it comes to mind and mood alteration due to the ingestion of certain medications. So hopefully said person wont shut me out and will forgive me... yet again? *I'm so sorry, love.. Just a bit out of sorts and taking every single thing way too personally, and probably reading too much into things. Am I???*)
Ok. So overall it was a pretty interesting weekend. Mine started on Thursday night. I caught the Chelsea Smiles over at the Cat Club. Very good show, and even better because it was free!!! Woohoo! There guitarist and part-time vocalist, Skye, is an absolute vision of yumminess. And very sweet too. I very much enjoyed watching him play. There sound is a little bit Ramones, a little bit Johnny Thunders (they do a great cover of Chinese Rocks), with a just a touch of a psychobilly vibe. They remind me a lot of my friends band The Mansfields, which most of you know of by now, since I can't quite seem to stop rambling about them. (Note to self, contact Dave and tell him that Judy and Maryanne want to order their cd.) When I introduced myself to Skye, I said, "Hi, I'm Starr", and he said, "Hi Starr, I'm Skye". And we all kind of chuckled about it, and I told him "Hey - together we could have our own cosomology." We laughed about that some more, and then Johnny from CS says "Isn't that make up?", to which Skye replied, "No, that's cosmotology." LMFAO. We were all cracking up over that.
That night I remembered thinking, "I remember making that exact same cosmology comment to someone I met named Skye once before, but I could not remember who or where. I remember that I thought the guy was really hot, and so it was a half-assed attempt at a cheesy pick-up line that only nerds would get, lol, because what I'm really thinking is "I'm Starr, your Skye, we are both gorgeous, we could get together and make a whole pantheon of gods for mere mortals to worship. So let's get it on!" LOL.
And then it dawned on me the next day. The Skye I made that comment to a while back, and the Skye from the Chelsea Smiles were THE SAME PERSON!!! LMFAO. When I was hanging out with Dave from the Mansfields at their show at the Brigg in Huntington Beach (a very cool venue by the way), he came up and Dave introduced me to him, saying that he was in the band they had just played with the previous nights, the Chelsea Smiles. LOL. How fucking funny is that? I met the same guy, using the same cheesy pick up line twice. (It didn't work either time though, lol. I mean like it would. I dunno, I"m sure I'll see them again. Maybe the third time is the charm, lol.)
Anyways, the Chelsea Smiles killed it! Awesome, raw, electric, high impact, high octane, extra-caffeinated, make you want to shake your hips and jump up and slap your grand-pappy rock n' roll! I remember chuckling because one of them (Johnny I think, I was outside finishing my smoke) came off with the quintessential stage comment - "Are you guys all here for some rock n roll?" To which I thought sarcastically, "Does a snake shit close to the ground! Duh!" And then I laughed about how often I hear bands say that. The thing that distinguishes the Chelsea Smiles usage of the overly-worn-out phrase from every other band who says it, is the fact that they actually DELIVERED IT! No flash, no theatrics, no drama, no whining, no glam, no Emo (or Elmo as I call it), no showboating, just straight up, stripped down, vintage raw power rock n' roll. How blessedly refreshing.
There was a really good band that opened for them, I believe they were called Glory Stomp? Something like that. They were great. I talked to one of the guys, my memory isn't what it used to be what with my 30's rapidly approaching, so I can't remember his name, but he was from Argentina. Not sure if the whole band was, I don't believe they were, but maybe. Anyways, they were great too. Very Stones and Doors-esque, which a touch of some Ramones and some Johnny Thunders thrown in for good measure. Very cool. I am convinced that the singer is some kind of test tube baby, because clearly someone extracted DNA from both Mick Jagger and Jim Morrison to create him. Not sure who the surrogate mother would have been, if I had to guess I'd say maybe Patti Smith or Johnette Napolitano. Not bad at all. And he was rocking one of the most gorgeous pair of leather pants I've seen in eons, with a beautiful belt buckle too boot. It was very Morrison, and very Ian Astbury.
After the show I hung out with my dear friend Dave, who lives in Bing Crosby's old house. We watched a Peter Gabriel concert dvd in surround sound, and I must say I was quite impressed.
Friday I went to see Rob Zombie perform at the Jimmy Kimmel live concert series, in the parking lot of the El Capitan theatre where the show is taped. For those of you who don't know, that building was originally a Masonic temple, and like most Masonic temples, the architecture is stunning. When I was coming down the stairs from the mall where I parked my car, I noticed something I had failed to see on any of my numerous trips down there (or maybe I did see it, and the old memory is just fading again). It was an inscription on the buildings facade, right over the porticoe over the entry. The inscription read (in large-assed letters which Stevie Wonder could have read, still don't know how I missed this before) FREEMASONRY BUILDS ITS TEMPLES AMONG THE NATIONS AND IN THE HEARTS OF MEN. Nice. Judy and I have a saying, "All Roads lead to the Templars." And where there is a Templar, there is a Freemason standing guard nearby. (And possibly vice versa.)
I got there and met up with Freekshow and Lenka, and their friend Sharon, who is a recent transplant to L.A. from Santa Cruz. I used to live in that region and spend time down there, and we are both big Cult fans, so we hit it off instantly. We got inside and got a great spot up front, and Sharon and I are jabbering away about the Cult, when suddenly Freekshow comes running up to me in a panic state yelling LENKA JUST PASSED OUT!!! So we ran over to where security was keeping an eye on her. We have no idea what happened, but she completely lost consciousness and blacked out standing straight up. Thank God Freekshow was there to catch her. Security was very nice, they got her some melon to eat and a bottle of water, and let us sit in the back of the parking lot in some folding chairs. We were trying to get her to go home and rest, but she decided that she was feeling better and wanted to see the show.
So out came Rob and his devlish crew, and I squealed like a hungry piglet on a dried up teet! (LOL - sorry, dont know where that one came from, lol.) Rob came out in all of his evil glory, opening up with American Witch. (Probably the best song off of the new cd, Educated Horses.) He was wearing black and white horizontal striped pants with the knees ripped out, a cool tshirt that I couldn quite identify, and his famous rugged jean jacket. Mmm-mmm! Rob is good food! John 5 did his usual bit, which consists of him running maniacally around the stage like a mad chicken, only with a head. I must say his guitar playing was in prime form. I was skeptical about his ability to fit into the void left behind by Riggs' departure, but he pulled it off when I saw him both nights at the Wiltern in April, and he sounded even more tight with the band tonight. It's basically an all new band now. Tommy Clufetos (I just butchered that all to hell, I'll look it up and edit it with the correct spelling later) is amazing drummer. His style reminds me a lot of former Zombie alumni Tempesta. Ok, now I am a huge fan of Blasko, and when I heard he was leaving the bad I was deeply saddened. Until I saw the new bassist. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS UNHOLY AND A GOOD GOAT. He is quite possibly the most gorgeous creature I have ever laid eyes on. I took one look and thought "Wow. He is the perfect man for me." I told Judy this and she said "Does this mean you are breaking up with Duff?" LMFAO. Never. Duff will always be my rock god. But he's married, not to mention ultra-unattainable. I don't even know this guy's name. I'm sure it's something sexy as hell. I remember hearing that he was the bass player for Wednesday 13's band (ex-vocalist of the Murderdolls, who was in the band with my friend Acey, who ironically enough, looks a damn lot like this new bassist. Hmmm.) Anyways, yes yes yes. Beautiful man. Pale skin, very long, perfectly smooth and straight blue-black hair, gorgeous eyes (they looked blue but I cant be sure - and you guys know how I am over black-haired/blue-eyed guys.. they are my Cryptonite.) He has some fantastic inkwork on his arms. His Frankenstein on his right shoulder is stunningly gorgeous. That color green looks amazing on his skin.
I barely even saw Rob, I was so distracted by this guy. (Yes I realize I just went through a similar thing with Steve Isaacs of the Panic Channel last weekend. But this guy is even more my type. And I know Steve is taken. Not sure about He Who Is So Fine He Need Not Be Named (HWISFHNNBN lol). But I kept trying to get him to notice me. (I was pretty much in the front.) During Dragula, he finally made eye contact with me, and I mouthed the words I WANT YOU. He looked at me and went "Huh?", and I mouthed again I WANT YOU SOOOO BAD. And he nodded at me and gave me a very sexy, evil look, and then he got so distracted he kinda fucked up slightly and had to look down and concentrate on getting back into the groove, LOL - I rock. I am so hot I made a hot bassist fuck up. LOVE IT!!! LOL. I tried to meet him afterwards, but he went out the opposite entrance from where everyone was. *Of course.* I am seeing them on the last night of the tour in Concord. I will try to find him then. If I sat here for a month straight trying to envision a more idealistic looking man, complete with cool Frankenstein tattoos, I couldn't have even come up with anything as gorgeous as him. But that's just looks. He could be a prick or a total doofus. God I hope not.
OK, back to the show. They opened up with American Witch, and those creepy 9 ft tall robot demon things with the long assed claw fingers graced the stage with their presence. (These are the ones that look like the thing that Freddy's webcam took a picture of at his friend's haunted pad. If you go to my top friends list, go to the sexy Freddy's page and check out his picture profile, you'll see the fucker. Damn that thing is creepy, and also the reason I began talking with Freddy the Great. I had to send him a message and ask what the fuck that thing was.) Usually at the Jimmy Kimmel shows, bands only do 3 songs. Occassionally 4. Rob, kicking more ass than just about anyone did 5 songs. (Seriously, can you think of one person in the world that is cooler than Rob Zombie? I can't. If I could be any guy on the planet, dead or alive, I would be Rob Zombie. I even went as him for Halloween once. I had a dreadlock wig and a cowboy hat, and I even tied some of the hair around my face to give me a beard. I went to the strip club and sat down at the tip rail with my boots kicked up tipping my hat and a few dollars at the ladies. They loved it. It was extremely empowering being Rob for the night. I felt like I could have conquered the world, lol.) The complete set list, in order, went - American Witch, Lords of Salem, More Human Than Human, Dragula, John 5 fucking around playing Van Halen on guitar, and finally Thunderkiss '65 (with a bit of Black Sabbath thrown in the middle). Rob's energy was amazing, he truly appeared to be having a great time. He even ran down and got right up in the crowd a few times. I totally felt him up, got a palm full of sweaty back and armpit. Which means of course, that I just absorbed some of Rob's DNA. I felt at least 26% more evil afterwards. It's great!
I met John 5 after the show and talked to him briefly. I had met him last week at Panic Channel and he remembered me. He is actually a very sweet guy. He's got such a gentle energy about him. Very sweet indeed.
Afterwards I ate at Johnny Rockets, then I came home to set up my DVR to record Kimmel. Then I went to the grand opening of Shenanigans in Van Nuys, a strip club with live music. The Swedes were playing (Vains of Jenna) and it was their singer Lizzy Devine's birthday. So I had to get him a card and some lottery scratchers, lol. If I'd known ahead of time I would've baked him a cake. Oh well. Another time.
When I got there I was thrilled to see the lovely and talented Skyla Talon of Killingbird and Scum of the Earth (Riggs formely of Zombie's band). He's another black-haired, blue-eyed, tattooed, sexy and sweet piece of Cryptonite for me. LOL. Yeah... I almost walked right passed him until he saw me and got my attention, and greeted me with a hug and a kiss. (I'm telling you cryptonite. I was completely weak in the knees and everywhere else. LOL. I try to hide it, but I dont think I do a very good job, lol.) We did some kung fu fighting outside, I accidentally really did hit him with my ring, oops. It didn't hurt him though, afterall he did have the Cryptonite advantage over me, lol. He was there with Christian, the singer of Killingbird, who is another absolutely gorgeous man, and just sweet as pie. We talked quite a bit that night. VOJ kicked everyones asses, and after they were done, the crowd quickly disbursed. Pretty Boy Floyd went on next, but by then it was after 2 already, and it was getting kinda late, so everyone went their seperate ways. I said my goodbyes and drove home blasting Velvet Revolver. Then I got bored and drove around listening to them at looking at some cool assed houses for a while. I came home, had a Newcastle, then passed out.
Speaking of driving around looking at houses, the night after the Black Crowes show, when I left Griffith Park, I turend up a street - shit I forget the name, I'd recognize if I go back again - and saw the house that the guy believed to be the Black Dahlia killer had lived in. What a trip! It's a beautiful place. I stumbled across it purely by accident, but I recognized it from that segment they did on Primetime or 20/20 or one of those a while back, where the son of this dr. swears that his dad was the killer.
Last night I went with my new friend Randy to the Rainbow. (Not to be confused with another Randy I may or may not have mentioned by name before.) We had pizza with some of his friends, and I actually got to eat my meal without anyone stealing it. LOL. I forgot my leftover slice there though. The waitress had put it in a container for me. I was pretty damn buzzed though. Man, I am cursed with trying to walk away with pizza from that place. Once Marcus dropped it outside, another time Judy insisted that we not take it home, last weekend my last slice was stolen, and this weekend I forgot mine. Argh! There was yet another fight at the Rainbow. I watched 6 guys chase a guy through the parking lot, throw him down on the ground and kick him in the stomach and head. Ouch. Dont know if he deserved it or not, but it looked painful. That was just damn excessive.
Today, I did very little. Watched "Be Cool" and laughed my ass off. That was after I attempted to confront my friend about their "distance" as of late, which probably resulted in my effective alienation of said friend. I really hope that is not the case....
Got a nice surprise today - an old friend (and occasionally a little more than) form the past contacted me through - you guessed it - my space. I don't think I've seen or heard from him since about 99. What a trip. He had tried to track me down on here unsuccessfully, then today he said that my he randomly clicked browse for 250 miles from Sacramento, and my picture was the first one to pop up. Now, I live about 368 miles from Sac, so that's kinda weird. It was great to hear from him. LOL - we hated each other for YEARS!!! We were both very stubborn and arrogant and didnt see eye to eye on something once, and neither of us refused to budge. Then I ran into him like 4 years later, neither of us recognized each other, exchanged numbers, and then we both realized OH SHIT.. lol. But by then it was water under the bridge, and we ended up going out a few times. After my dog died, I didn't want anything to do with anyone though, so I kinda withdrew and he went about his business. Anyways, we talked on the phone for a couple hours tonight, and he's doing really great. I am really proud of his accomplishments. He's a freakin' firefighter now - he saves lives!!! What a stud. From rock star to EMT to fire fighter, hey kinda like David Lee Roth, only younger and hotter and still cool, lol. Freakin' crazy shit man. God I love my space!
Plans further solidified for what is sure to be the best July I have had since 1999, in which case, I am going to literally be partying like it's 1999. (Lol, never thought I'd use that one again, thanks Prince. Damn, he called it, 1999 did kick a lot of ass. Besides the death of my beloved dog Babby. Hmm, so I guess 1999 was both the best and worst year of my life. Interesting) Trish and her girlie are coming to visit - we might go to Disneyland, Acey and his band Trashlight Vision are playing, Johnette Napolitano is playing, Velvet Revolver is playing, which means another chance to try to meet Duff, Shooter Jennings is playing, Judy is coming to visit, and my "Watcher" is coming to visit. (It's taken 12 years... it's about freakin' time.) August should kick ass too, I go to Sac for a visit, and Judy and I are going to see AIC at Konocti Harbor. And hopefully Freddy will make it out to CA for a visit... ("hopes")
Well I've rambled long enough. I think that was record length blog entry, lol. Good night my lovelies!
PS - I LOVE THE DA-IRY COMMERCIALS! LOL. WHAT A BRILLIANT AD CAMPAIGN!
"Da-Iry, I love your fashion sense. May we have some wonder tonic now?"
Ok - back logged post from last Sunday...
Ok, here is something of a discombobulated update on my weekend, with a review of the Rob Zombie performance thrown in, due to the fact that I got a special request for the review by Senor Swankypants. I'm feeling a little off-kilter today for some reason. Don't know why exactly. Could be the raging allergies and asthma symptoms. Thank God for Zyrtec-D and Advair. I usually only take the Zyrtec-D once a day, and not every day, but the last couple days I've had to take it twice a day. And I really don't respond well to pseudoephedrine. The time release formula in the Zyrtec D counteracts the horrible side effects that usually encounter my usage of over-the-counter cold and allergy meds containing pseudo-ephedrine, which include, but are not limited to: extreme agitation and irrtability (aka uber-bitchiness), mood swings, chills, a flushed, warm face accompanied by freezing cold feet, a racing heartbeat, difficulty sleeping and concentrating, paranoia, and the occasional chair being thrown THROUGH a wall. Hence the discombulation. (Could also explain why I kind of lit into somebody earlier for what I perceived of as said person ignoring or brushing me off. I think I may have effectively alienated him from wanting to talk to me now, in which case I will be thoroughly heart broken. He is a pretty understanding person though, especially when it comes to mind and mood alteration due to the ingestion of certain medications. So hopefully said person wont shut me out and will forgive me... yet again? *I'm so sorry, love.. Just a bit out of sorts and taking every single thing way too personally, and probably reading too much into things. Am I???*)
Ok. So overall it was a pretty interesting weekend. Mine started on Thursday night. I caught the Chelsea Smiles over at the Cat Club. Very good show, and even better because it was free!!! Woohoo! There guitarist and part-time vocalist, Skye, is an absolute vision of yumminess. And very sweet too. I very much enjoyed watching him play. There sound is a little bit Ramones, a little bit Johnny Thunders (they do a great cover of Chinese Rocks), with a just a touch of a psychobilly vibe. They remind me a lot of my friends band The Mansfields, which most of you know of by now, since I can't quite seem to stop rambling about them. (Note to self, contact Dave and tell him that Judy and Maryanne want to order their cd.) When I introduced myself to Skye, I said, "Hi, I'm Starr", and he said, "Hi Starr, I'm Skye". And we all kind of chuckled about it, and I told him "Hey - together we could have our own cosomology." We laughed about that some more, and then Johnny from CS says "Isn't that make up?", to which Skye replied, "No, that's cosmotology." LMFAO. We were all cracking up over that.
That night I remembered thinking, "I remember making that exact same cosmology comment to someone I met named Skye once before, but I could not remember who or where. I remember that I thought the guy was really hot, and so it was a half-assed attempt at a cheesy pick-up line that only nerds would get, lol, because what I'm really thinking is "I'm Starr, your Skye, we are both gorgeous, we could get together and make a whole pantheon of gods for mere mortals to worship. So let's get it on!" LOL.
And then it dawned on me the next day. The Skye I made that comment to a while back, and the Skye from the Chelsea Smiles were THE SAME PERSON!!! LMFAO. When I was hanging out with Dave from the Mansfields at their show at the Brigg in Huntington Beach (a very cool venue by the way), he came up and Dave introduced me to him, saying that he was in the band they had just played with the previous nights, the Chelsea Smiles. LOL. How fucking funny is that? I met the same guy, using the same cheesy pick up line twice. (It didn't work either time though, lol. I mean like it would. I dunno, I"m sure I'll see them again. Maybe the third time is the charm, lol.)
Anyways, the Chelsea Smiles killed it! Awesome, raw, electric, high impact, high octane, extra-caffeinated, make you want to shake your hips and jump up and slap your grand-pappy rock n' roll! I remember chuckling because one of them (Johnny I think, I was outside finishing my smoke) came off with the quintessential stage comment - "Are you guys all here for some rock n roll?" To which I thought sarcastically, "Does a snake shit close to the ground! Duh!" And then I laughed about how often I hear bands say that. The thing that distinguishes the Chelsea Smiles usage of the overly-worn-out phrase from every other band who says it, is the fact that they actually DELIVERED IT! No flash, no theatrics, no drama, no whining, no glam, no Emo (or Elmo as I call it), no showboating, just straight up, stripped down, vintage raw power rock n' roll. How blessedly refreshing.
There was a really good band that opened for them, I believe they were called Glory Stomp? Something like that. They were great. I talked to one of the guys, my memory isn't what it used to be what with my 30's rapidly approaching, so I can't remember his name, but he was from Argentina. Not sure if the whole band was, I don't believe they were, but maybe. Anyways, they were great too. Very Stones and Doors-esque, which a touch of some Ramones and some Johnny Thunders thrown in for good measure. Very cool. I am convinced that the singer is some kind of test tube baby, because clearly someone extracted DNA from both Mick Jagger and Jim Morrison to create him. Not sure who the surrogate mother would have been, if I had to guess I'd say maybe Patti Smith or Johnette Napolitano. Not bad at all. And he was rocking one of the most gorgeous pair of leather pants I've seen in eons, with a beautiful belt buckle too boot. It was very Morrison, and very Ian Astbury.
After the show I hung out with my dear friend Dave, who lives in Bing Crosby's old house. We watched a Peter Gabriel concert dvd in surround sound, and I must say I was quite impressed.
Friday I went to see Rob Zombie perform at the Jimmy Kimmel live concert series, in the parking lot of the El Capitan theatre where the show is taped. For those of you who don't know, that building was originally a Masonic temple, and like most Masonic temples, the architecture is stunning. When I was coming down the stairs from the mall where I parked my car, I noticed something I had failed to see on any of my numerous trips down there (or maybe I did see it, and the old memory is just fading again). It was an inscription on the buildings facade, right over the porticoe over the entry. The inscription read (in large-assed letters which Stevie Wonder could have read, still don't know how I missed this before) FREEMASONRY BUILDS ITS TEMPLES AMONG THE NATIONS AND IN THE HEARTS OF MEN. Nice. Judy and I have a saying, "All Roads lead to the Templars." And where there is a Templar, there is a Freemason standing guard nearby. (And possibly vice versa.)
I got there and met up with Freekshow and Lenka, and their friend Sharon, who is a recent transplant to L.A. from Santa Cruz. I used to live in that region and spend time down there, and we are both big Cult fans, so we hit it off instantly. We got inside and got a great spot up front, and Sharon and I are jabbering away about the Cult, when suddenly Freekshow comes running up to me in a panic state yelling LENKA JUST PASSED OUT!!! So we ran over to where security was keeping an eye on her. We have no idea what happened, but she completely lost consciousness and blacked out standing straight up. Thank God Freekshow was there to catch her. Security was very nice, they got her some melon to eat and a bottle of water, and let us sit in the back of the parking lot in some folding chairs. We were trying to get her to go home and rest, but she decided that she was feeling better and wanted to see the show.
So out came Rob and his devlish crew, and I squealed like a hungry piglet on a dried up teet! (LOL - sorry, dont know where that one came from, lol.) Rob came out in all of his evil glory, opening up with American Witch. (Probably the best song off of the new cd, Educated Horses.) He was wearing black and white horizontal striped pants with the knees ripped out, a cool tshirt that I couldn quite identify, and his famous rugged jean jacket. Mmm-mmm! Rob is good food! John 5 did his usual bit, which consists of him running maniacally around the stage like a mad chicken, only with a head. I must say his guitar playing was in prime form. I was skeptical about his ability to fit into the void left behind by Riggs' departure, but he pulled it off when I saw him both nights at the Wiltern in April, and he sounded even more tight with the band tonight. It's basically an all new band now. Tommy Clufetos (I just butchered that all to hell, I'll look it up and edit it with the correct spelling later) is amazing drummer. His style reminds me a lot of former Zombie alumni Tempesta. Ok, now I am a huge fan of Blasko, and when I heard he was leaving the bad I was deeply saddened. Until I saw the new bassist. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS UNHOLY AND A GOOD GOAT. He is quite possibly the most gorgeous creature I have ever laid eyes on. I took one look and thought "Wow. He is the perfect man for me." I told Judy this and she said "Does this mean you are breaking up with Duff?" LMFAO. Never. Duff will always be my rock god. But he's married, not to mention ultra-unattainable. I don't even know this guy's name. I'm sure it's something sexy as hell. I remember hearing that he was the bass player for Wednesday 13's band (ex-vocalist of the Murderdolls, who was in the band with my friend Acey, who ironically enough, looks a damn lot like this new bassist. Hmmm.) Anyways, yes yes yes. Beautiful man. Pale skin, very long, perfectly smooth and straight blue-black hair, gorgeous eyes (they looked blue but I cant be sure - and you guys know how I am over black-haired/blue-eyed guys.. they are my Cryptonite.) He has some fantastic inkwork on his arms. His Frankenstein on his right shoulder is stunningly gorgeous. That color green looks amazing on his skin.
I barely even saw Rob, I was so distracted by this guy. (Yes I realize I just went through a similar thing with Steve Isaacs of the Panic Channel last weekend. But this guy is even more my type. And I know Steve is taken. Not sure about He Who Is So Fine He Need Not Be Named (HWISFHNNBN lol). But I kept trying to get him to notice me. (I was pretty much in the front.) During Dragula, he finally made eye contact with me, and I mouthed the words I WANT YOU. He looked at me and went "Huh?", and I mouthed again I WANT YOU SOOOO BAD. And he nodded at me and gave me a very sexy, evil look, and then he got so distracted he kinda fucked up slightly and had to look down and concentrate on getting back into the groove, LOL - I rock. I am so hot I made a hot bassist fuck up. LOVE IT!!! LOL. I tried to meet him afterwards, but he went out the opposite entrance from where everyone was. *Of course.* I am seeing them on the last night of the tour in Concord. I will try to find him then. If I sat here for a month straight trying to envision a more idealistic looking man, complete with cool Frankenstein tattoos, I couldn't have even come up with anything as gorgeous as him. But that's just looks. He could be a prick or a total doofus. God I hope not.
OK, back to the show. They opened up with American Witch, and those creepy 9 ft tall robot demon things with the long assed claw fingers graced the stage with their presence. (These are the ones that look like the thing that Freddy's webcam took a picture of at his friend's haunted pad. If you go to my top friends list, go to the sexy Freddy's page and check out his picture profile, you'll see the fucker. Damn that thing is creepy, and also the reason I began talking with Freddy the Great. I had to send him a message and ask what the fuck that thing was.) Usually at the Jimmy Kimmel shows, bands only do 3 songs. Occassionally 4. Rob, kicking more ass than just about anyone did 5 songs. (Seriously, can you think of one person in the world that is cooler than Rob Zombie? I can't. If I could be any guy on the planet, dead or alive, I would be Rob Zombie. I even went as him for Halloween once. I had a dreadlock wig and a cowboy hat, and I even tied some of the hair around my face to give me a beard. I went to the strip club and sat down at the tip rail with my boots kicked up tipping my hat and a few dollars at the ladies. They loved it. It was extremely empowering being Rob for the night. I felt like I could have conquered the world, lol.) The complete set list, in order, went - American Witch, Lords of Salem, More Human Than Human, Dragula, John 5 fucking around playing Van Halen on guitar, and finally Thunderkiss '65 (with a bit of Black Sabbath thrown in the middle). Rob's energy was amazing, he truly appeared to be having a great time. He even ran down and got right up in the crowd a few times. I totally felt him up, got a palm full of sweaty back and armpit. Which means of course, that I just absorbed some of Rob's DNA. I felt at least 26% more evil afterwards. It's great!
I met John 5 after the show and talked to him briefly. I had met him last week at Panic Channel and he remembered me. He is actually a very sweet guy. He's got such a gentle energy about him. Very sweet indeed.
Afterwards I ate at Johnny Rockets, then I came home to set up my DVR to record Kimmel. Then I went to the grand opening of Shenanigans in Van Nuys, a strip club with live music. The Swedes were playing (Vains of Jenna) and it was their singer Lizzy Devine's birthday. So I had to get him a card and some lottery scratchers, lol. If I'd known ahead of time I would've baked him a cake. Oh well. Another time.
When I got there I was thrilled to see the lovely and talented Skyla Talon of Killingbird and Scum of the Earth (Riggs formely of Zombie's band). He's another black-haired, blue-eyed, tattooed, sexy and sweet piece of Cryptonite for me. LOL. Yeah... I almost walked right passed him until he saw me and got my attention, and greeted me with a hug and a kiss. (I'm telling you cryptonite. I was completely weak in the knees and everywhere else. LOL. I try to hide it, but I dont think I do a very good job, lol.) We did some kung fu fighting outside, I accidentally really did hit him with my ring, oops. It didn't hurt him though, afterall he did have the Cryptonite advantage over me, lol. He was there with Christian, the singer of Killingbird, who is another absolutely gorgeous man, and just sweet as pie. We talked quite a bit that night. VOJ kicked everyones asses, and after they were done, the crowd quickly disbursed. Pretty Boy Floyd went on next, but by then it was after 2 already, and it was getting kinda late, so everyone went their seperate ways. I said my goodbyes and drove home blasting Velvet Revolver. Then I got bored and drove around listening to them at looking at some cool assed houses for a while. I came home, had a Newcastle, then passed out.
Speaking of driving around looking at houses, the night after the Black Crowes show, when I left Griffith Park, I turend up a street - shit I forget the name, I'd recognize if I go back again - and saw the house that the guy believed to be the Black Dahlia killer had lived in. What a trip! It's a beautiful place. I stumbled across it purely by accident, but I recognized it from that segment they did on Primetime or 20/20 or one of those a while back, where the son of this dr. swears that his dad was the killer.
Last night I went with my new friend Randy to the Rainbow. (Not to be confused with another Randy I may or may not have mentioned by name before.) We had pizza with some of his friends, and I actually got to eat my meal without anyone stealing it. LOL. I forgot my leftover slice there though. The waitress had put it in a container for me. I was pretty damn buzzed though. Man, I am cursed with trying to walk away with pizza from that place. Once Marcus dropped it outside, another time Judy insisted that we not take it home, last weekend my last slice was stolen, and this weekend I forgot mine. Argh! There was yet another fight at the Rainbow. I watched 6 guys chase a guy through the parking lot, throw him down on the ground and kick him in the stomach and head. Ouch. Dont know if he deserved it or not, but it looked painful. That was just damn excessive.
Today, I did very little. Watched "Be Cool" and laughed my ass off. That was after I attempted to confront my friend about their "distance" as of late, which probably resulted in my effective alienation of said friend. I really hope that is not the case....
Got a nice surprise today - an old friend (and occasionally a little more than) form the past contacted me through - you guessed it - my space. I don't think I've seen or heard from him since about 99. What a trip. He had tried to track me down on here unsuccessfully, then today he said that my he randomly clicked browse for 250 miles from Sacramento, and my picture was the first one to pop up. Now, I live about 368 miles from Sac, so that's kinda weird. It was great to hear from him. LOL - we hated each other for YEARS!!! We were both very stubborn and arrogant and didnt see eye to eye on something once, and neither of us refused to budge. Then I ran into him like 4 years later, neither of us recognized each other, exchanged numbers, and then we both realized OH SHIT.. lol. But by then it was water under the bridge, and we ended up going out a few times. After my dog died, I didn't want anything to do with anyone though, so I kinda withdrew and he went about his business. Anyways, we talked on the phone for a couple hours tonight, and he's doing really great. I am really proud of his accomplishments. He's a freakin' firefighter now - he saves lives!!! What a stud. From rock star to EMT to fire fighter, hey kinda like David Lee Roth, only younger and hotter and still cool, lol. Freakin' crazy shit man. God I love my space!
Plans further solidified for what is sure to be the best July I have had since 1999, in which case, I am going to literally be partying like it's 1999. (Lol, never thought I'd use that one again, thanks Prince. Damn, he called it, 1999 did kick a lot of ass. Besides the death of my beloved dog Babby. Hmm, so I guess 1999 was both the best and worst year of my life. Interesting) Trish and her girlie are coming to visit - we might go to Disneyland, Acey and his band Trashlight Vision are playing, Johnette Napolitano is playing, Velvet Revolver is playing, which means another chance to try to meet Duff, Shooter Jennings is playing, Judy is coming to visit, and my "Watcher" is coming to visit. (It's taken 12 years... it's about freakin' time.) August should kick ass too, I go to Sac for a visit, and Judy and I are going to see AIC at Konocti Harbor. And hopefully Freddy will make it out to CA for a visit... ("hopes")
Well I've rambled long enough. I think that was record length blog entry, lol. Good night my lovelies!
PS - I LOVE THE DA-IRY COMMERCIALS! LOL. WHAT A BRILLIANT AD CAMPAIGN!
"Da-Iry, I love your fashion sense. May we have some wonder tonic now?"