Don't need a soul
I woke up early yesterday because I had to be at Rocco's house at 9 so we could head up to La jolla to meet with this guy who used to have a show on Comedy central.
We had to be there at 10 and this guy's manager, Margret, absolutely insisted that we could not be even 1 minute late. She really gave us a 10 o'clock deadline and if we missed it, we would never get to see him ever again. It was like working with a Bond villain.
The dude was really cool, but I couldn't tell if he liked us or not because he was such an unenthusiastic person. Maybe he's just super mellow and groovy. Maybe he was counting the seconds before he could forget we ever existed. I honestly can't tell you. but then again, I don't really care.
After we left his office, we headed up to LA for the spike TV video game award show. And yeah...
the evening turned out to be interesting.
When we first got LA, we had to find the Hilton Checkers: the hotel spike had put us up in. I found it, but it was small and old and so parking was a bit confusing. I pulled into an underground structure and asked the attendant if I was parking in the right place for the hotel. He didn't really tell me, he just kept saying that I had to Valet the car. What he actually meant was I needed to pay someone $26 to park my extera in the same structure I was already in. When I asked him how to get out of the structure, he scoffed and said I'd figure it out. 30 seconds later I was driving into oncoming headlights. It doesn't take much to remind me how much I really hate the fucking faggots who live in LA.
We situated ourselves in the hotel and headed down to the USC campus where the award show was being held. We showed up to claim our tickets about 5 hours before the show started, and they had already populated the street with pompous little shit security guards. They didn't give us a hassle, but I knew it was only a matter of time.
The box office said our tickets were sold out or something ridiculous. After Rocco walked around and talked to enough people we were finally given a little yellow envelope labeled "mega64" it had 5 tickets to the award show and 5 tickets to the after party inside. I started to feel excited.
The whole reason we were invited to the award show was because Spike had asked us to make 3 advertisements for it. After we got our tickets we ran into Peter, the man who had approved all of our videos. I joked with him and asked us how we would be getting into the arena.
"Oh there's a big door in back where we'll let everyone in."
"Oh really? Cause I see the red carpet right over there." I joked, and he laughed and then paused.
"Actually...." he said "you know what? Meet me here at 7:30 and I'll see what I can do."
Fuckin A. It never hurts to ask.
We went back to the hotel room and killed time till the awards. Mostly we watched the people's court and jumped on our beds. Something about hotel rooms makes me revert back to being a 5 year old.
We left for the award show about an hour early because we expected traffic to be terrible. Of course it wasn't, so we ended up getting to USC 30 minutes before we needed to be there.
We started to walk to where Pete wanted to meet us and naturally security had to stop us and tell us we didn't have the right kind of tickets to go where we were going. At this point I was sick of LA I was ready to get into an argument with the guy. I explained to him who we were, why we were there. And all he said was "Go."
When we got to the meeting area, we didn't see Pete. We tried calling him twice, but there was no answer. The red carpet was lined with Camera's and boom mics and pretty girls interviewing people. We didn't know what to do. Luckily [magically], Pete shows up behind us; looking frazzled.
"Follow me!" he blurts and off we went.
He walked us down the side walk, he had the guards lift the police tape for us, he brought us right up to the gated area and told us to stand on the side.
We were pressed up against the rails in the little boxed off walkway. The Sidewalk on one end and a big curtain on the other. In front of the curtain stood a man and woman dressed in black, holding clipboards and wearing headsets. They were about to shuffle us into the most frenzied 2 minutes of my life.
"Here you go!" said Pete before disappearing.
"Who are you?" said the man in the headset.
"We're mega64."
"yeah but are you actors? singers? producers? what? What do I announce you as?" This got me a little nervous. I thought, Who are we being announced to??
"We're filmmakers." I told him.
"Alright, filmmakers." he said and started talking into his headset.
Then the woman came up to us.
"So we're going to put you into this corner for our initial shots and then we'll move you down the carpet. We'll do more every 3 feet or so. so stop every 3 feet. Ready?"
I didn't really have any idea what she was talking about, and I started to feel really nervous.
"Stop every 3 feet for what?" I asked her, but she didn't answer.
She just pulled the curtain back and shouted "Okay, go!" and that's when it blew up.
As soon as we walked on to the carpet, camera's started going off in a flurry. We had crew members shouting at us: "Move here! Take a step back! Closer together! Okay, Move! Keep Going! Stop!" We had Photographers shouting at us: "Look here! Down to the left! Look! Me in the red! Look up top! Over here! Up! Up! Great! Look over here guys! Hey guys! Over here!" And best of all the journalists were shouting: "What's the name of your band? When does your album come out? Where can we buy your stuff?"
It was great. We told them our album dropped on Tuesday and that our video's had been featured on mtv and spike (which isn't a lie). We told them whatever we wanted, we didn't care. We took stupid pictures for people magazine, us weekly, star, entertainment weekly, all of them were there. It felt really good.
When we got the end of the red carpet we saw our friend Becky on the other side of the rail, she's the host of her own show and when she spotted us she asked "HOW'D YOU GET ON THAT SIDE?"
"I don't know. They love us here." I told her, and then we made our way to the metal detectors.
Security, once again, busted our balls for no reason. Saying we didn't have the right passes to enter. And then someone from spike vouched for us, but security told Rocco he couldn't bring his digital camera into the venue (which wasn't true. We later saw TONS of them). Them made him walk it back to the car. Me, Garret and Shawn just went in on our own.
In the foyer we saw some celebrities. Apparently Samuel L Jackson asked if anyone had a belt and looked right at me, but I was on the phone and turned my back to him. I really didn't even notice he was there. But I wouldn't have given him my belt if I had. So whatever.
There were a lot of B list guests there. Yellowcard came in, Xzibit showed up, we saw some guys from Reno: 911. Eventually we made our way out from backstage and found our seats.
The show was alright.
Afterwards we headed to the J club and lounge for all the free booze and food we could handle. The fat sidekick from the Borat movie was there, spitting game on some top-heavy blond. The guy who plays Jin on lost was there too. Rocco followed him around for a few minutes and then gave him the thumbs up and walked away.
The club closed down at 2 and by that point I was buzzed enough to just go back to the hotel and fall asleep. We crashed at probably about 4, the last thing I remember is talking about clingy girl I made out with once.
We woke up at 10 this morning, checked out and came home. We only passed 2 wrecks on the highway, so traffic wasn't too bad.
I'm home now, tired, but I'm happy to be back.
I had a lot of fun, but I like it here in San Diego.
We had to be there at 10 and this guy's manager, Margret, absolutely insisted that we could not be even 1 minute late. She really gave us a 10 o'clock deadline and if we missed it, we would never get to see him ever again. It was like working with a Bond villain.
The dude was really cool, but I couldn't tell if he liked us or not because he was such an unenthusiastic person. Maybe he's just super mellow and groovy. Maybe he was counting the seconds before he could forget we ever existed. I honestly can't tell you. but then again, I don't really care.
After we left his office, we headed up to LA for the spike TV video game award show. And yeah...
the evening turned out to be interesting.
When we first got LA, we had to find the Hilton Checkers: the hotel spike had put us up in. I found it, but it was small and old and so parking was a bit confusing. I pulled into an underground structure and asked the attendant if I was parking in the right place for the hotel. He didn't really tell me, he just kept saying that I had to Valet the car. What he actually meant was I needed to pay someone $26 to park my extera in the same structure I was already in. When I asked him how to get out of the structure, he scoffed and said I'd figure it out. 30 seconds later I was driving into oncoming headlights. It doesn't take much to remind me how much I really hate the fucking faggots who live in LA.
We situated ourselves in the hotel and headed down to the USC campus where the award show was being held. We showed up to claim our tickets about 5 hours before the show started, and they had already populated the street with pompous little shit security guards. They didn't give us a hassle, but I knew it was only a matter of time.
The box office said our tickets were sold out or something ridiculous. After Rocco walked around and talked to enough people we were finally given a little yellow envelope labeled "mega64" it had 5 tickets to the award show and 5 tickets to the after party inside. I started to feel excited.
The whole reason we were invited to the award show was because Spike had asked us to make 3 advertisements for it. After we got our tickets we ran into Peter, the man who had approved all of our videos. I joked with him and asked us how we would be getting into the arena.
"Oh there's a big door in back where we'll let everyone in."
"Oh really? Cause I see the red carpet right over there." I joked, and he laughed and then paused.
"Actually...." he said "you know what? Meet me here at 7:30 and I'll see what I can do."
Fuckin A. It never hurts to ask.
We went back to the hotel room and killed time till the awards. Mostly we watched the people's court and jumped on our beds. Something about hotel rooms makes me revert back to being a 5 year old.
We left for the award show about an hour early because we expected traffic to be terrible. Of course it wasn't, so we ended up getting to USC 30 minutes before we needed to be there.
We started to walk to where Pete wanted to meet us and naturally security had to stop us and tell us we didn't have the right kind of tickets to go where we were going. At this point I was sick of LA I was ready to get into an argument with the guy. I explained to him who we were, why we were there. And all he said was "Go."
When we got to the meeting area, we didn't see Pete. We tried calling him twice, but there was no answer. The red carpet was lined with Camera's and boom mics and pretty girls interviewing people. We didn't know what to do. Luckily [magically], Pete shows up behind us; looking frazzled.
"Follow me!" he blurts and off we went.
He walked us down the side walk, he had the guards lift the police tape for us, he brought us right up to the gated area and told us to stand on the side.
We were pressed up against the rails in the little boxed off walkway. The Sidewalk on one end and a big curtain on the other. In front of the curtain stood a man and woman dressed in black, holding clipboards and wearing headsets. They were about to shuffle us into the most frenzied 2 minutes of my life.
"Here you go!" said Pete before disappearing.
"Who are you?" said the man in the headset.
"We're mega64."
"yeah but are you actors? singers? producers? what? What do I announce you as?" This got me a little nervous. I thought, Who are we being announced to??
"We're filmmakers." I told him.
"Alright, filmmakers." he said and started talking into his headset.
Then the woman came up to us.
"So we're going to put you into this corner for our initial shots and then we'll move you down the carpet. We'll do more every 3 feet or so. so stop every 3 feet. Ready?"
I didn't really have any idea what she was talking about, and I started to feel really nervous.
"Stop every 3 feet for what?" I asked her, but she didn't answer.
She just pulled the curtain back and shouted "Okay, go!" and that's when it blew up.
As soon as we walked on to the carpet, camera's started going off in a flurry. We had crew members shouting at us: "Move here! Take a step back! Closer together! Okay, Move! Keep Going! Stop!" We had Photographers shouting at us: "Look here! Down to the left! Look! Me in the red! Look up top! Over here! Up! Up! Great! Look over here guys! Hey guys! Over here!" And best of all the journalists were shouting: "What's the name of your band? When does your album come out? Where can we buy your stuff?"
It was great. We told them our album dropped on Tuesday and that our video's had been featured on mtv and spike (which isn't a lie). We told them whatever we wanted, we didn't care. We took stupid pictures for people magazine, us weekly, star, entertainment weekly, all of them were there. It felt really good.
When we got the end of the red carpet we saw our friend Becky on the other side of the rail, she's the host of her own show and when she spotted us she asked "HOW'D YOU GET ON THAT SIDE?"
"I don't know. They love us here." I told her, and then we made our way to the metal detectors.
Security, once again, busted our balls for no reason. Saying we didn't have the right passes to enter. And then someone from spike vouched for us, but security told Rocco he couldn't bring his digital camera into the venue (which wasn't true. We later saw TONS of them). Them made him walk it back to the car. Me, Garret and Shawn just went in on our own.
In the foyer we saw some celebrities. Apparently Samuel L Jackson asked if anyone had a belt and looked right at me, but I was on the phone and turned my back to him. I really didn't even notice he was there. But I wouldn't have given him my belt if I had. So whatever.
There were a lot of B list guests there. Yellowcard came in, Xzibit showed up, we saw some guys from Reno: 911. Eventually we made our way out from backstage and found our seats.
The show was alright.
Afterwards we headed to the J club and lounge for all the free booze and food we could handle. The fat sidekick from the Borat movie was there, spitting game on some top-heavy blond. The guy who plays Jin on lost was there too. Rocco followed him around for a few minutes and then gave him the thumbs up and walked away.
The club closed down at 2 and by that point I was buzzed enough to just go back to the hotel and fall asleep. We crashed at probably about 4, the last thing I remember is talking about clingy girl I made out with once.
We woke up at 10 this morning, checked out and came home. We only passed 2 wrecks on the highway, so traffic wasn't too bad.
I'm home now, tired, but I'm happy to be back.
I had a lot of fun, but I like it here in San Diego.