Last week I found out an old friend of mine, a woman I have known since high school died from an accidental drug overdose. She had relapsed after 7 years sobriety. I felt compelled to write about her, as she was an extraordinary person. Rest in peace, dear friend.
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Let me start by saying what pretty much anyone who has known G*l* will also probably say, and that is… in all my years I’ve never met anyone even remotely like her. Continue reading “Requiem for my Dead Friend”
Thanks to John Ross Bowie, I’m on a(nother) Ramones kick. Last week I went and saw a pre-opening performance of the play he wrote about the Ramones, called “Four Chords and A Gun.” It’s a fictionalized account of the time the band spent recording their “End of the Century” album with producer Phil Spector.
If you are in LA and somehow read this before July 31st and it’s not sold out, I highly recommend you go see it.
I’m no theater aficionado, but I really enjoyed it…
Continue reading “I’m a Terrible Person for what I did to Joey Ramone”
Short Answer: I impulsively buy url’s that I think are funny or stupid or stand-alone non-sequiturs. For example, I have owned vipsheepskins.com, (along with a lot of other stupid url’s) for many years now. I hope to eventually make use of them.
That is unless you want to buy vipsheepskins.com – In which case email me. Joke (not a joke).
I have owned whydontyoulikeme.com for maybe 10 years and I wanted to use it for something
Slightly Longer Answer: When I started this blog – 3 or 4 years ago now – the idea of somebody asking that question, “Why don’t you like me?” seemed appropriate for someone who is shouting into the darkness (that is the internet), talking about stuff that nobody (seems to) care about; drugs, petty crime, punk rock. So I put the url to work.
More importantly probably, “Why Don’t You Like Me,” is a song lyric…
In 1994 Kurt Cobain faked his own suicide. 22 years later he’s come back to “get” Dave Grohl.
This is the 8th and final part of an ongoing serial fiction. Part 1 can be found here.
It probably shouldn’t have surprised me how low Dave Grohl would go, but it does.
Seeing the bearded, middle-aged man devolve into a quivering mass of tears, self-loathing and regret in the presence of what he thought was Kurt Cobain’s ghost is kind of. . . well, it’s fucked up. The dude is a mess!
The lights come back on. Sonny comes running into the room. Dave doesn’t even try to hide his tear-streaked face from us.
“Kurt was here man! He came back to give me a message. Just ask this dude,” Dave says nodding in my direction.
“Dude, what’s he talking about?” Sonny asks me.
In 1994 Kurt Cobain faked his own suicide. 22 years later he’s ending his self-imposed exile.
This is part 7 of an ongoing serial fiction. Part 1 can be found here.
I don’t know Dave Grohl very well, or at all really, but he doesn’t strike me as someone who is often left speechless. But with the long-dead Kurt Cobain, either alive or (for all Dave knows) in ghost form here in front of us, he is exactly that, speechless.
Dave’s bottle of Heineken hits the thinly carpeted floor with a thump. “What… the… fuck…” he says.
In 1994 Kurt Cobain faked his own suicide. 22 years later he’s ending his self-imposed exile.
This is part 6 of an ongoing serial fiction. Part 1 can be found here.
The unfamiliar email in my inbox is from neagitivecreep94@hotmail.com and the subject line reads “Merry Christmas.” Talk about ridiculous! First of all it’s March so wishing someone a merry Christmas is just plain silly. It’s the email address itself that stands out however. How could Kurt expect anyone to take him seriously with an email address like that? Then again, I guess as a dead celebrity, one that is loved by millions, he doesn’t really have to worry about that kind of thing. Continue reading “Kurt Cobain Lives – part 6”
In 1994 Kurt Cobain faked his own suicide. 22 years later he’s ending his self-imposed exile.
This is part 5 of an ongoing serial fiction. Part 1 can be found here and part 4 here.
“So, first off, we’re gonna need access. And that’s where you come in, Martin,” Kurt says.
“But he doesn’t have a record coming out currently. He’s not doing publicity.” Martin replies, referring to Dave Grohl.
“You’re ‘Victimless Crime,’ for Christ’ sake. I’m sure as the editor of an essential music blog, you can come up with something,” Kurt says.
Martin nods. He’ll figure out how to get us in.
In 1994 Kurt Cobain faked his own suicide. 22 years later he’s ending his self-imposed exile.
This is part 4 of an ongoing serial fiction. Part 1 can be found here.
When we stop laughing, long enough for us to take a normal breath anyway, I ask Kurt what he’s talking about. What does he mean when he says Dave Grohl is a “clown” and “out of control?” Even as I ask though, I’m pretty sure I know what he means.
“Hubris, man. Fucking hubris,” Kurt says simply, as if he’s said all he needs to. And to me, he has.
The Tsar of Love and Techno: Stories by Anthony Marra – 10/10
I don’t give 10’s. In my mind, I award the best books 9’s because I want to leave room for the experience to be surpassed. I have to leave room to be blown away. But then…
This book blew me away.
This is part 3 of an ongoing serial fiction. Part 1 can be found here and part 2 here.
In 1994 Kurt Cobain faked his own suicide. 22 years later he’s ending his self-imposed exile.
An hour after walking in, Martin and I exit the lobby of the building. It has stopped raining.
Kurt left the office first, along with his bodyguard, riding down in the elevator having affixed a ski hat and fake okie-beard onto his face. The beard looked truly ridiculous. Mostly he just looked like a crazy person. But then I suppose it’s an effective enough disguise as it’s not like any paparazzi are on the lookout for a dead dude.
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