Monthly Archive for April, 2008

RAP IS MY DREAM BUT FASHION IS MY LIFE

So I’m having coffee about 20 minutes ago and can’t help but overhear a middle-age sounding female ‘vintage’ store manager interviewing a white and twentysomething sounding prospective employee. The first part of the conversation that pricked my ear was this:

Manager: So you rap. What’s your rap like?

20somethingwhiteguy: I shape it after my heroes really. You know, old school stuff.

The rap angle goes nowhere so I go back to what I’m doing and a few minutes later, the prospective employee catches my ear with this random shit…

20somethingwhiteguy: I’m not violent, but I get angry. Like I was cutting the cable wire at my mom’s house for the TV and my mom flipped out on me for cutting too much of the wire away and I flipped out on her. I was like ‘why are you intimidating me for no reason?’ I guess sometimes I have a problem with authority unless they’re gracious. If they’re gracious then I find I want to work even harder.

AND THE MANAGER DOESN’T END THE INTERVIEW. She doesn’t react, doesn?t respond, doesn?t seem phased in any way. So now I’m glued.

Manager: Ok, so if a woman came in and asked you to help her find 60’s clothes for her boyfriend to wear to a costume party would you be able to handle that?

20somethingwhiteguy: 60’s clothes? I don’t know. 70’s maybe.

Manager: So 60’s… (she says, hemming, pushing for a positive response).

20somethingwhiteguy: Well I guess 60’s too. Sure.

Unprompted, 20somethingwhiteguy then goes off about his brother, the investment banker, and his brother?s successful friends for a few minutes before the manager rounds it back to the hard questions?

Manager: Are you good at following rules?

20somethingwhiteguy: To be honest I can follow rules but it?s hard when I feel somebody?s over-enforcing. If I feel like somebody?s abusing their power I have a tendency to distance myself from them. Korean?s are all about discipline. They take it too far sometimes. Not the most gracious people?

Manager: So would you say you have a problem with them?

And now I?m losing it. I actually laugh-cough into my hand as to not be found out and miss 20somethingwhiteguy?s answer to the question. Tears are streaming from my eyes.

I?m waiting for the manager to shut the shit down and walk, but it doesn?t happen and they?re directly behind me. So I fake a stretch and turn to find out that the 20somethingwhite guy is in fact a pudgy 40+ Korean guy with CHIPS hair, a white oxford and stone-washed jeans. (and not in an ironic way)

WTF? What does he rap about? Fighting with his mother? How not gracious Korean’s are? How not violent he is? And why does he need a job at a ‘vintage’ store? So it’ll look like he actually planned to rock those crazy bad pants and that circa 82 hairdo?

Wow. Too many layers…

Anyway–so the manager asks him what his goals are, how he sees his future and what?s the last thing I hear him say before the interview ends?

RAP IS MY DREAM, BUT FASHION IS MY LIFE.

Well put, son. Not sure what happened after that, but I can only hope that homeboy just scored that coveted counter job at Aardvark?s so that when I?m looking for some 60?s clothes to wear to that costume party?

Thanks for the Memories — or um… flashbacks

LSD Inventor Albert Hofmann dies, NOT as result of bad trip.

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See you in the deser?t…

Flatmate Search Ends Before It Begins

Put an ad up on Craig?s List to find somebody to rent out the extra room in my house.

Here?s the first responder:

Hello -

My name is Ethan. I saw your ad on craigslist. I’d love some more information, but It’s the neighborhood I want and it sounds like you have a great place. I know it’s hard looking for new roommates, but hopefully I’m a match because the neighborhood is ideal for me.

A little bit about me. I’m 26. I’m originally from New York, though I’ve been in LA for nearly a decade now. I’m a college graduate. I studied American Political History and the History of Twentieth Century Art. I’ve traveled quite a bit, lived in England for a while, even been to every state but Alaska. I’m neat and respectful, and oh yeah, I’m a recent JEOPARDY! champion. Find that in another prospective roommate! Lot’s of other stuff too, but that’s a start. Please get in touch if you think it could work.

I look forward to hearing from you.

- Ethan

Unofficial Curling ambassador? Now I?m sure running around on ice with a broom and sliding heavy, polished granite stones towards a target is a whole lot of fun and Ethan?s nice as pie, but politician hair has been banned from the house for quite some time now and I?m not ready just yet for a history lesson every time I turn on BBC morning news.

Planned to dress up as Alex Trabeck and ask do the roommate interview Jeopardy!-style, having him pick categories (i.e. ?All About Ethan?) and give his answers in the form of a question. Spent two fucking days trying to gather cameras and find ways to hide them, but unless Ethan?s blind as a bat or I literally sacrifice my security deposit, tear down walls and throw up a two-way mirror it ain?t gonna happen.

PHOENIX MYSTERY LIGHTS SOLVED!

Awesome

preeeeeescriiiiippppptiiiiooooonnnnnnnn caaaaallllleeeeddddd iiiiiiinnnnnn.

feeling like i’m high on piles of cocaine all day every day is no fun.
sleeping 22 hours in five days.
no fun.
mind racing.
ideas collapsing the useless bed beneath me.
hair follicles tingling.
the whole legs buzzing thing is bumming me out.
yoga does no good,
running only jacks me up more
and bad tv just makes me angry in the end.

but finally something to look forward to…
nothing, at least for a little while.

never in my life have i been so excited to go stand in line at rite aid.

WRONG FOR SO MANY REASONS…

RIGHT FOR SO MANY REASONS…

BEAUTIFUL DAY ENDS IN DISASTER? AGAIN

Met up for a friend?s bday at some music ?industry? BBQ which, for whatever reason, was sans music until Money Mark graced us with a quick jam on the grand piano in the living room five minutes after the owner came outside, around 6 o? clock, and informed the few partygoers there were that we all had to be out in 15 minutes.

Then we went to see the first stop on The Shoe?s (aka Jena Malone?s band?s) LA ?tour.? The two-piece set up their gear on Hoover just south of Melrose, decorated a dilapidated storefront with patio lights and played a short set of what I can only describe as sociopolitically-informed nineteenth century carnival spirituals. Almost like listening to an antique music box performed by a live band + tortured pitchy passionate female vocals. And it was a family affair: her little sister played trombone and her mother sang a tune.

Watching Jena play brought me back to the acid days and the unhinged sounds that it coerced out of me: some great, some horrifying, and all of them honest. The obvious difference being that Jena wasn?t on acid, which makes her 10 times more awesome.

Nice to see somebody so possessed by the sounds they make for a change, especially in LA. Not sure if I?d listen to it every day, but I?ll definitely go see her again. She made me happy. Everybody was smiling. The only dog there was smiling. People pulling their cars over to watch. Others honked. One guy screamed ?punk rock? out his window as he drove by, probably not knowing how right he was.

WANT TO SEE VIDEOS OF MONEY MARK PLAYING PIANO AND JENA MALONE IN THE MIDST OF LOSING HER MIND?
Email Angela.Leus@weinsteinco.com and tell her to send them to me I?ll get them faster and post them. I didn?t have my camera so she shot them with her phone.

Hours later ? TIRES SCREECHING ? METAL SLAMMING — CRUNCHING ? I open my front door — sprinting shirtless into the night towards Melrose and Formosa as I see an SUV back out of a folded up Yummy delivery car, hit the gas and flee the scene, nearly taking out a witness on a Ducati as he rides up.

Uninjured, the driver got out of the car fast enough to get the license number. The delivery guy?s insurance company called me Wednesday. They caught the guy. Some punk from Carson. Justice will be served.
I just can?t erase from my memory the look on the Yummy delivery ?guy?s? face as he checked out his totaled car, the modest means that gave him life just a pile of twisted scrap on the street. Sad.

So when you see these warriors of American consumerism navigating the unpredictable streets of your city, remember how wonderful it is to see that guy when you?re cupboards are bare, you?re crazy high and you?ve got the munchies, or your party?s dying and you?re losing your buzz.

Maybe next time, if you don?t already, greet that person dropping off those 5 cases of Budweiser, that pack of Parliments or pint of Phish Food, with wave or a smile or a combo of the two, a thumbs up to say good job, and ALWAYS tip. However you decide to show your love, always remember to be good to delivery guy because I guarantee that most of the time his day is sucking worse then yours is.