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Ain’t she something? I should post more photos of my van. 

Here’s something: I was at the grocery store today with Down By Law on the headphones–looking for some soda water. Even though it’s getting cold as fuck, something about this town warms my blood…makes me ravenous…fills me with stone-cold elation. I saw someone I thought I recognized down one isle. From behind it seemed like the person. Here we go. However, when I approached them and said, “I’ll have a milkshake, large fries and chicken-beak nuggets.” the person spun around and turned pale, stepped back, clearly surprised. It wasn’t the person I thought I recognized. I grinned and said, “Cancel that order.” And walked on…never did find the good soda, which seems to be in every godam store in LA, but here nowhere to be found. Speaking of Down By Law…I highly recommend their first album. It’s not a code to live by…but it’s a killer album. You want a code to live by? Never apologize for your nature, if they don’t like it–offer them a box of Kleenex.

I think they gotta bring this sport back…bikini beach hockey. I’d watch it! I played hockey when I was in my early teens. We didn’t have as much fun as these babes are having though…for us it was mainly about crosschecking and breaking your fist on someone’s helmet…and old wino refs making bullshit calls like icing…is there a more bullshit call than icing?

Every man is born with testosterone, killer instinct and a certain brashness that makes him a natural hunter. Not every man however is born with mad talent, a twisted sense of humor and a tiger in his heart.

This dude followed me around the Hudson River Greenway on a 4 mile jog. Perhaps a good tracker dog…but not nearly as good a tracker as I…I’m from a long line. He was an ancestral visitation, welcoming me back to ancestral lands…long before the statues and skyscrapers came. He came for the ghost dance.

Behind every window in these New York matchbox apartments is someone’s fucked up story.

Back in the Bronx…or the BX as they call it. Unfinished business. Dig the roof tops–just point your camera and shoot…every angle tells a story. NYC is a big place…but, my friends…you just never do know–maybe…just maybe, we’ll run into each other in a grocery store…or under the street lights…or on a country road…or outside a quaint cafe…a warehouse, farmhouse, hen house, out house, dog house…where the fuck ever.

What can I say about San Francisco? It ain’t LA. Mind you I didn’t do too much exploring…was busy working on our top-secret project. It’s been going surprisingly smooth. See you soon NYC.

When you find yourself going gloriously mad with method writing…go with it…when the line between reality and prose blurs–go with it…all the way–some men never go mad in such a way–what boring lives they must lead.

Drove up to Saddle Rock Ranch for an event. Oh…that’s why they call it Saddle Rock…that fucking rock on the hilltop that looks somewhat like a saddle…OK…noted.

Just off the Vermont Strip…I stood transfixed, staring up at this Kingswell Ave sign, fascinated. It’s the original sign, circa 1940’s–meanwhile people walked by completely oblivious to this piece of Hollywood history. I’d like to take it down and hang it on my mantle, like an ancient artifact…but it’s better left where it is. All of our heroes are dead–it’s up us to carry the torch now.

Thirty bucks for a zipper? Are you for fucking cereal dude? I asked. Our good clerk Mike was like, ‘Indeed sir…it’s a precision jacket and so requires a precision job.’ I thought he was talking some precision bullshit–however, 6 months later–the new zipper is holding strong. 

Wow, these are some diligent scumbag criminals. Instead of scaling the fence–they actually removed a panel of the fence and got in that way. This is at my storage locker in Hollywood. Luckily they didn’t get into my unit. One of my friends tells me that Hollywood has ‘gone to hell in a hand basket’ and is now basically like some crime ridden city in South Africa—where the rich live behind barbed wire and CCTV cameras and private security companies are the law. I’d say he’s just being a pussy-ass-bitch, however…another friend tells me she wants to move back to New Hampshire because there are nasty ‘pus-dripping’ hookers standing virtually outside her door…inviting a scummy clientele and a criminal element. Classy digs. Other friends complain that there is garbage strewn all over the streets, there are homeless encampments on virtually every block and some of those homeless people might even try to kill you if you’re not on guard. Not to mention the follow-home robberies.

I don’t give a fuck…I still love Hollywood…there’s no other city like her on earth…her lights are like diamonds to me…and no matter how much they try, the criminals, whores, vagrants and stick-up men can’t own Hollywood—she belongs to no one.

Video we did for the song Fallout Shelter. Shot around my hood in East Hollywood. It took us a while to figure out how to recreate the Creepshow effect at the end–but we got it eventually. No CGI here.

She lives above an old record shop–she doesn’t have a TV–she’s always glad to see me; Mary.

Coming to a live music venue near you.

About writing…you can’t sit in a cafe with a scarf wrapped around your slender neck, sipping tea and nibbling a biscotti, writing vanilla blurbs on SM or ‘enigmatic poetry’ and somehow expect your writing to be a hand with fangs in the palm–ready to wrap it’s fingers around literary complacency and bite a bloody chunk out of it’s jugular. My advice; stop posing…either quit or get in the game for real. Take a real risk.

I’ve gotten some emails from friends in Hollywood. Inquiries about what happened on Oct 28th at USC. Y’all didn’t get the send-out I did? Y’all think there was no major reason behind it? It’s rare that I don’t show up…I always show up. Check your spam maybe. I mentioned earlier that I’ve got this project going on and it’s quite epic and there was no way I was making it back for the 28th anyway. USC has offered to rebook us in the new year so it will happen then. Regarding the epic project…it started in LA, then moved briefly to San Francisco…then up to Seattle and to the opposite side of the country. Now I’m here…on the other side of the country…committed to finishing this project–whatever it takes. With art, you have to go all the way–if you’re not willing to go all the way–then don’t bother. You might lose jobs, friends, lovers, your reputation…you might lose your mind even…but if you’re going to do it–go all the way. Don’t be like some decrepit old cat lady with a mundane routine or like some broken down old man who never had the sack and endurance to touch the stars…the mission is what really matters…everything else is shwag. 

Ah, very classy lower Manhattan. We can dry our hands with a hand cloth after taking a piss. I asked the attendant, “Where are the fucking mints G?” He smiled and pointed to a wicker basket. One of my finer moments…and perhaps one of his. I’ve got to hand it to that bastard…it takes balls to stand in the men’s room all day. It takes grit. Clearly he doesn’t live in a hen house. If you do happen to live in a hen house though…you better watch out for the shadows of wolves.

Maybe one day real soon we’ll run into each other in the park, or while hiking through the woods…and I’ll offer you a bite of my Rotten Bar. Here kitty kitty.

No matter what creative project I’m working on…one thing is always constant–the prose. In case you’re just tuning in…I practice method writing…which means that I actually become the character while I’m writing…for months at at time…I actually live it…I’ve lost jobs…lost friends…lovers…my social life suffers….all in the name of this craft. But you shouldn’t ever really confuse the artist with the man. I always emerge eventually and every time it seems I emerge with a greater work. This time is no exception. I’ve been working on a new Frank Nero novel since the beginning of the year. I figure it’s a great idea to start posting chapters, like episodes. Reading it over last night, from the beginning…I realize at least the first, second and third chapters can’t get any better. And you really won’t believe what Frank Nero has been up to. It’s going to fuck your shit up when you read it.

Been hella busy with this new epic project I’m not telling anyone about yet, but is quite the undertaking. You won’t believe what we’ve been up to over here.

Btw, I’ve been getting emails from friends asking why I’m not on SM. When they tell me that I gotta get on social media I offer my stock answer: I’ve been meaning to create a picture-perfect life for strangers online, but I’ve just never found the time.

I’m not on SM. Maybe I’m out of touch…I just don’t see the point of posting heavily filtered and digitally airbrushed photos of your aged face every day and then attempting to contrast them by posting throwback photos from 30 years ago. You know what you’re really saying by doing that right?

Kodak Moment. A second of your life ruined for life.

 

Dawn Patrol…chilling in the Gelson’s parking lot after jogging the Griffith Park trails…on a conference call discussing the next project…oh yeah–it’s gonna be epic. Y’all know…I never joke about epic projects–I just finish them.

Good Luck

Pogue Mahone

Blue dream

East Hollywood…what a town.

Snapped some photos on the way to my surf spot in Malibu. Everyday is gorgeous in Malibu.

 

A block south of the Paramount lot…no shit–I’d hoped this was some elaborate performance art–that the old man was actually mirroring the Humpty Dumpty on the wall; that they had a great fall and an even better winter. But life isn’t a Fellini film. Are we really fucked? Well…that’s what I’ve been told.

I’m toying with using this photo as an album cover for my side band’s new single. Band is called Saggy Taint Delight (STD) and the single is called, ‘Mona Lisa Shat in a Bucket’. At each show we’re going to cover Holiday in Cambodia. Booking bowling alleys and old age homes now.

3rd street promenade: this would have been much cooler if they were playing this shit on a board the shape of a giant checker board Vans runner. The fine print is everything.

LA Rehearsal, room E – Penthouse Killers HQ. Props to Wally for rockin’ the Big Drill Car shirt.

Driving home from the beach. Though I probably should have, I didn’t want to be a guy who rolls upside some dude and tells him someone wrote “I love poo.” on his back window.

I remember when this place was Circus of Books. It’s now a smoke shop–but it should be a live music venue…especially now that Satellite is closed. 

Skateboarding is not a crime.

Back in 2006 I lived in suite 1, the window just left of the entrance. One weekend when my roommate was in San Diego, I went to Cha Cha’s and invited the entire bar back home for after hours drinks. The dude who lives in there now has no fucking idea of the shenanigans.

Punk Rock surfing…

I stopped off at the Gelson’s to grab some oranges. I was sitting in my van rolling one up in the parking lot when this dude wearing a Loni Anderson wig asked me for the time of day, insisting he had an urgent appointment to attend. Noting that the top layer of flesh had been either torn or sliced away from his upper arm; I assumed his appointment was with an ER doc…but he didn’t seem to be in any rush. I told him what time it was and he just stood there singing Phil Collins’ Sussudio.

Seriously though, it’s getting motherfucking hot in LA. The sun melted the silver off the Grand Caravan logo on the van.

The Drez just isn’t the same anymore without Marty.

From time to time I still wonder what William Holden meant when he told Audrey Hepburn he wanted her to drop some fresh raisins in his porridge.

Got hired to play some piano at a private party at Gulls Way Estate in Malibu. I was expecting some Eyes Wide Shut type shit but it was just a bunch of rich people requesting Billy Joel tunes.

Only in Hollywood can you be rolling one up in your van and realize you inadvertently parked outside the Nightmare On Elm Street House on Genesee.

Took a job out in Pomona without thinking of the commute from East Hollywood…I lasted 2 days. Pomona has a certain vintage to it, for instance, this famous chicken joint I stopped at.

Solo set at The legendary Kibitz Room.
We played the Viper Room last night. Great crowd, great sound. We played a killer set and it was a long time coming. Hard to believe they are going to tear down a club with such musical and historical significance. I guess money talks. But we have something the developers don’t have — the music.
Check out the Penthouse Killers’ brand new video for ‘Until the Next Time’.

Axe

The scene
Amazing…standing at the console in magical Studio 3 at East West Studios Hollywood…absorbing a mix through the best speakers in town. Hard to believe that in 1967 Brian Wilson stood in the exact same spot in the exact same room, putting together his most revered masterpiece, ‘Pet Sounds’ which in time would become a cultural phenomenon. On the other side of the glass, the Wrecking Crew would have been working through songs like ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’ and ‘God Only Knows’. Wilson would have stood there and talked to them through a microphone–giving direction. Back then it was a different console…the one I’m standing with in this photo used to belong to David Bowie. I think he mixed all his best 80’s hits on it. I mean, aside from Abbey Road studios–you can’t find a place permeated with more old ghosts of composition’s aristocracy. There is an entire section dedicated to East West Studios in my last documentary film ‘The Day the Music Died” which you can find on youtube. How can a society have any sense of identity without a sense of history?
This is what happens when you smoke it up in the parking lot before going in to buy some shoes…in the store I was like, these Vans are rad as fuck…but then I got home and thought….uh, actually…
My blood runs strong like a river
Wednesday

Grade ten skater-boy…showing off my Sex Pistols t-shirt after a night at the skate park getting deadly.

Sunday

Friday
Wednesday

Is it Ms. or Mrs.?

Really I’m not sure how I can perfect the mixes any further. Certainly one can always perfect them more–especially if you’re a perfectionist. I’ll admit, the lengths I go to in getting the perfection I know that I can achieve and do achieve is at times maddening to others and I have to wonder why. The funny thing is that I could go to even greater lengths…but I feel I’m actually letting certain things slide some of the time. It’s not about what others will notice as much as it’s about what you’ll notice later and what will drive you mad when you’re listening to an imperfect mix. Recordings are forever after all.
When I was working on stuff with Rhys over at East West Studios on Sunset…he and I had some interesting conversations about Studio 3, where we were working at the time–I posted a photo above of Rhys and me in that legendary room doing some mixing on the old console that used to belong to Bowie. You could feel the ghosts of old Hollywood in there. He would tell me about the legendary producers that worked in that studio and how to this day, recordings done there are as top line as it gets. No exceptions are made. In my documentary “The Day the Music Died” there is an entire segment about East West Studios.
Saturday
Tuesday

Now Available on Spotify and bunch of other platforms.

Wednesday

Check out the new video for Fallout Shelter. Shot around my hood in East Hollywood. Complete with a surprise Creepshow ending.

Saturday

Traveling from Los Angeles to Vancouver to Seattle, Jarrod Tyler and crew investigate the endangered state of contemporary arts & culture in the digital age and showcase the many citizens who fight to keep arts & culture alive in their neighborhoods. This is my public service announcement contribution to the arts.

Friday

This is a photo of me standing outside the Satellite…I guess January of 2020. R.I.P Satellite Silverlake…you were my favorite live music venue in Los Angeles.

Friday

This is a documentary I made about North Bend Washington, the eccentric town in which the Twin Peaks series was filmed. Check it out.

Monday

Didn’t make it to Austin this year, however…we are doing a “live stream” performance for the SXSW after party, hosted by EMA. Stoked…looking forward to it. Follow the link at the bottom of the poster for free tickets.

Sunday

Standing outside the Echo in Silverlake one night when we played there with some friend’s bands back in 2016.

Friday

All I need is some tasty waves…a cool buzz and I’m fine…

Wednesday

Immortal beloved

Sunday

Wednesday

Hanging at my fave coffee shop…House of Pies on Vermont and Franklin.

Monday

Franklin.

Sunday

So, my bro got me a bunch of 90’s movies I haven’t seen forever. Short Cuts is first on the list baby.

Friday

The special bond between a man and his Schwinn.

Monday

Santa Monica BLVD traffic is alright when you got 90’s Oasis on the stereo.

Wednesday

Ah, my favorite place in LA to hang out and play music. We did many shows at the Kibitz…the only mad house in town that serves alcohol. On any given night you’ll find some of the best, most well schooled musicians in Hollywood at the Kibitz–you never know who’s going to walk in. One night I wound up sitting at a booth with some people and there was Tom Waits sipping a drink under his fedora. Only in Hollywood.

Thursday

Never Mind the Bullocks–here’s a bottle of exotic juice.

Wednesday

I want to share this song with y’all. This is pretty much my most requested song at live shows. It’s a pretty little ditty about a woman I called Audrey. Since I wrote it friends of mine have asked me who it’s about. I’ve never really given an answer but recently I was asked by a few friends about the song and I told them the real story–so I figured I’d post it here as well…for all my other friends who have asked.

At the time I wrote Audrey I was hanging around at Cafe Audrey just off of Hollywood Blvd. They had a real nice upright piano in there…and I liked to go in and play it or hear someone play it. This woman used to come in and sit in the corner and sip tea and sketch in her sketch book. She had these really intense grey eyes…almost like the eyes of a wolf. To me she looked like Audrey Hepburn…and dressed like Audrey Horne with the skirts and knee high socks…and because she hung around at Cafe Audrey–I started calling her ‘Audrey’ though that wasn’t her name. Obviously I’m not going to say her name, but I’ll call her “K”.

One evening she told me she was originally from Ottawa, which surprised the hell out of me because her accent sounded more like something from the Carolinas. We chatted about Ottawa–a place I’d briefly lived in another life…she felt it was a strange coincidence that we’d met in LA though we’d lived only a few blocks from each other in Ottawa. One afternoon I met her at the La Brea Tar Pits and when I showed up, she was writing in a book…when I asked if she was writing poetry…she told me she was writing prose–that she was an aspiring writer. I told her I wrote prose in a memoir style…and this became a major curiosity of hers. She asked to borrow the manuscript so she could read it on the bus…I was hesitant but eventually gave in and printed a few chapters for her. She read it and called me insane. I never did figure out why. I heard that she left Los Angeles shortly after. Anyway, I wrote the song in an afternoon and the name Audrey kept sticking. I guess I kind of regretted writing a song about a chick who dismissed me as a crazy writer boy–but like I say–it’s a snapshot…where I was at the time and as far as I’m concerned, one of the best rock songs I’ve written to date. So, for anyone who’s asked me about the story behind Audrey–now you know…and guess so does “K” if she reads my blog. Ha. Enjoy it.

Sunday

A great night with some badass homies playing the Mint in Hollywood.

Monday

Friday

Looking north up Gower st.

Wednesday

Monday

The Sun Also Rises.

Saturday

Chilling at the Red Lion Silverlake.

Wednesday

Studio City.

Wednesday

Not messing around…will be watching this tonight. I have this film on a drive, but there’s something about watching films on a moving reel with the trailers and all.

Monday

Just posted a **revised** version of Tales from Truman Park episode 6–original draft I posted wasn’t the completed one. Buckle in…it’s a barn burner.

Wednesday

Yo, check out the new music video for ‘Mary’.

Wednesday

What he meant to say was: Realizing we’re standing on the Strip next to the tragic spot where River Phoenix died. Grinning about a comment made about the dude with woman hair in the background. Smoking blunts like they’re going out of style…a wondrous madhouse Hollywood is and there’s no place I’d rather be.

Friday

Me in the 90’s…skater boy, showing off my new Sex Pistols shirt.

Monday

Silverlake freedom.

Wednesday

I spent a couple years writing a novel called Waiters. I was working on revisions with a mainstream literary agent who is from NYC…did that for 8 months. Here is the author’s cut–the raw cut and you’ll only find it here.

Wednesday

‘Before long I was back on the 10 heading east…I passed the 405 and instead looped through downtown and swung back up onto the 101 to get back into Hollywood—I needed some time to think…I needed some time to fit things back into rational perspective. I took the Vermont exit and followed it north until I was finally feeling a bit more level. Hollywood; she knew what I felt as she always had and I could feel her breeze through my window, soothing me as the darkened shop fronts went by on either side…at least I still had her, my beloved Hollywood—though she changed, she was always the same and she always knew just what to say to me.’

–excerpt from ‘Waiters’. Coming soon.

Sunday

Unbelievable…was looking through a box in storage and found this photo of me with my first guitar. I didn’t realize I had a photo of that guitar. I’m 12 in this picture, playing along to a Sex Pistols album in my mom’s basement. I was totally obsessed with the Pistols at that point…learned Never Mind the Bullocks on that guitar and started writing my own songs as well. I remember how nice that guitar felt…intonation was perfect…low action…so easy to play. No idea where that guitar is now. She was the first though, and very special.

Monday

Not sure about Spotify…I don’t even bother with a proper Spotify profile…still, here is my best of album…in case you don’t want to pay for it on iTunes. I’m not a used car salesman, or an art dealer or a real estate agent–I’m an artist.

Tuesday

 

Tuesday

I’ve received a few emails about this show…assuming this is going to be rescheduled. I was waiting for the booking agent to get final word from the organizers and alas…I regret to inform that this show is going to be rescheduled.

Sunday

Hello, hello…it’s good to be back, it’s good to be back.

Sunday

Getting off work on Melrose…what to do…too many options.

Friday

Saw this at the Satellite on a week night…these guys were pretty good…they looked like UCLA frat boys but then they started playing crazy punk rock–sort of reminded me of punk bands I used to go see in college…the singer pulled off his hoodie during the first song…he was wearing a Beyonce t-shirt…he jumped down into the crowd and started a mosh pit. He sang a song about growing up in Virginia and crashing his car and how the crash rattled his brain and made him crazy. I’d hoped they’d kick over their amps at the end, but I guess amps are expensive. They were selling shirts afterward for a buck. I assumed punk was dead…guess I was wrong.

Wednesday

Monday

One of my favorite things about LA is that you can wander into a live music venue on a Sunday or Monday at midnight and the place is packed for freaky indie bands.

Tuesday

Us lefties are forced to exist in a world that is largely designed for the right-handed majority who all seem to have drunk the same Kool-Aid. How can anyone blame us for being complete misfits?

Sunday

Great show last night in Encino…thanks to everyone at VCF for putting this one together and also my band of badasses who rocked out in the SoCal heat.

Thursday

Stoked.

Tuesday

Coolest high school ever; Jack Tripper and Jeff Spicoli went here…

Monday

I posted a montage from the Warner Park show yesterday.

Thursday

My good friend Rhys Moody passed away on Wednesday evening last week. I didn’t even find out about it until Tuesday night. I’m still a bit shocked. Rhys was an engineer at East West Studios in Hollywood and a damn fine producer. He co-produced three of my albums, “Fides Veritas Eruditio”, “Don’t Let It Go” and “Auburn” and really helped bring them to the next level. I learned so much about music production from Rhys…he had a way of passing on knowledge. Last year when I was in LA playing the club circuit, he rented a room in his house to me and so we were sort of like frat boy roommates for a number of months. Man, we had some great laughs and some epic bike rides around Burbank…lot’s of smoke breaks in between.

They held his celebration of life last night in Studio One at East West. Such a nice service, he’d have loved it; his friends and family in such a legendary room telling stories and playing music. Though it was sad, I’m glad I was there. He’ll be missed.

Saturday

Rhys and me, touching up some of my songs in Studio 3 at East West Studios Hollywood. Studio 3–where Brian Wilson recorded Pet Sounds. Abbey Road studios is the only other studio in the world that carries that sort of history and you can feel it when you in there; the wood grain surfaces have absorbed spirits of legends past.

Thursday

People didn’t believe me when I said this was the last show I’d agree to play in Vancity. However, it most certainly was.

Monday

I was into the Replacements when most of you were probably still pissing in your diapers.

Thursday

All you have to do to understand what’s gone on in Vancity is google search ‘live music venue closures in Vancouver’. It’s part of the reason why in the last year, the bulk of my shows have been in LA, or Seattle or Portland…by the way they don’t start bands at 7pm and have them off stage by 10pm in those other cities–all bands all night.

Monday

Here’s a video of me and the boys tearing it up at the Silverlake Lounge in Los Angeles. The place has been one of my fave hang outs since I can remember. A great venue that is a true supporter of original live music.

Wednesday

Sunday

It felt real good to rock out for a couple thousand people on Kits Beach last night for the fireworks.

Wednesday

Sunday

Check out our new video for Audrey–it’s one of the songs we will be playing tonight at TR!P. If you’re looking for a great night of music, TR!P is the place. For my friends in Hollywood who said Santa Monica was too far to drive–uh, you’re pussies…and I guess I’ll see a few of you at the Kibitz later–I may be sitting in on the piano for a song or two with one of the bands. What did Jackie Wilson say?

Thursday

A friend of ours snapped a few pics of our show at the Kibitz Room. One for the books!

Wednesday

We are playing a set at TR!P Santa Monica this weekend–July 15th. Our last show at TR!P was a bit ill-fated…had to cancel on grounds of a bad cold.  Hard to sing when you sound like Al Pacino from Sea Of Love. If you’re driving in from Hollywood on the 10, it’s LEFT on Lincoln; had someone email me saying they tried to find TR!P and wound up in Brentwood. So, head south on Lincoln…or just do what everyone else does and use GPS?

Tuesday

Great show tonight at the Silverlake Lounge. Thanks again to T-Roy for having us…was a blast. Silverlake Lounge is another of those venues that has a history. Mostly you don’t really think of the history–then you realize; holy shit…that all went on here. Pages in time–snap shots. Tonight we played hard and sweat all over the stage–literally; took our place in those snap shots.

Monday

We are closing the evening with a set tonight at the Kibitz Room; a truly legendary venue. What can I say about the Kibitz? If Barbara Eden popped out of a bottle and told me I could pick five venues to play at; the Kibitz would be on that list, just under the Bronze in Sunnydale. The Kibitz is beyond illustrious, yet it’s got to be one of the most unpretentious, coolest bars in LA.

Anyway, we’re on at 11pm. If you miss it–catch us tomorrow night at the Silverlake Lounge–gotta love this town.

Sunday

To our LA friends; don’t miss us July 10th at the Silverlake Lounge – one of LA most legendary live music venues.

Saturday

Walking by Y-Que on Vermont today, I saw these two books on the shelf outside the store–was meant to be.

Friday

Yes, this is for realz.

Tuesday

We are looking forward to this Thursday at The State on Sunset. Thanks to our pal Kelly McGarry for including us on this bill.

Sunday

Great rehearsal at our usual jam space this afternoon. Yes, it may be ‘hood’…but the guy who runs the place is a real mensch and often gives us a nice deal. Today we even got a room with A/C; appreciate the simple things.

Thursday

Our latest single Audrey is selling like hotcakes on Apple Music/iTunes. Just when I thought nobody is buying music anymore.

https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/audrey-single/1356634307

Saturday

A cool photo sent to me from a woman who’d been in the audience at our Mint show.

Friday

‘Listen, Jon, if I worried about what the people cared about I’d never write anything.’”

-Charles Bukowski, “Hollywood”

Tuesday

Another great night at the Echo. Man, Echo Park crowds are my kind of folks…they are die hard live music fans…a week night and they’re out in droves to see a four band bill and they stay until the end, grooving out to a band they’ve never even heard before. That’s what I call supporting your local live music scene. What’s more, there’s a serious 60’s 70’s vibe going on at the Echo these days…I can only hope this trend catches on and spreads to the rest of this vast continent…it’s an exciting thought. Gotta love this town.

Monday

Snapped this photo last night while walking back from a movie at El Capitan. Though I’ve walked by the Chinese Theater many times, I’ve never stopped and looked at the hand prints before…most are recent and whatever. However, this one struck me. Natalie Wood; one of the most beautiful and enigmatic ladies of cinema. Such nice writing too. What struck me was how tiny she was–tiny but mighty somehow. Who would have thought she’d pass away two decades later under mysterious circumstances. Tragic.

Sunday

‘The chest opens with a creak and from it Nancy produces a number of glasses bearing stained glass designs which catch the sunlight like a prism, casting a colorfast over the beige wall as she talks calmly, looking him in the eyes as she always has. The world is lost without her kind and that is why her kind is recreated time after time; someone has to maintain values. For this he feels an admiration creeping into his chest, where Nancy so easily fits.’

Wednesday

We’re gearing up to play a show at TRIP in Santa Monica on the 19th. They feature burlesque dancers once a week…and bands pretty much every other night. We’re going to rock the hell out of that place–beach style.

Tuesday

Man, did we ever have a great time last night at the Silverlake Lounge…Next stop TRIP in Santa Monica February 19th!

Thursday

Wednesday

Sunnydale – Class of 99′

Sunday

Busy week…aside from recording–played a set at the legendary Kibitz Room on Fairfax–one of my fave places to hang out…Jakob Dylan used jam there back in the day, before he wrote Bringing Down the Horse (produced by T-bone Burnett)–one of the best albums of the 90’s. Anyway, about piano singing, there is something about the way the voice and piano tones blend–the sound is like an instrument unto itself. Really enjoyed it. Also, started rehearsals at the Musician’s Institute on Hollywood Blvd. Amazing atmosphere to rehearse in.

Friday

Only in LA…

Thursday

Back in LA… Will be doing some writing and recording in the coming weeks and will post some updates. It’s amazing how bright it is here…especially after all the weeks and weeks of rain up north. By the way it’s my birthday December 31st…so a big shout out to my fellow Capricorn/Tigers–feliz cumpleanos.

Thursday

Thanks Substation…last night was a blast! Four bands, no noise regulations…gotta love Ballard.

Wednesday

Had a great time playing at Dante’s last night. Such a great sounding room–ideal for live music. See you again soon Portland!

Back wall of club

We’re not in the habit of traveling with a photographer…but a woman who was in the audience last night was nice enough to email me a couple snaps she took…