Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Thoughts on parents and music

My mom listened to a lot of ABBA and King Crimson when she was young which kinda rubbed off on me. King Crimson had a hit with "Moonchild" in Korea believe it or not.

My dad always thought the Beatles were overrated limey cunts. That also rubbed off on me.

He liked all the old school rock and roll records by Chuck Berry and Dick Dale and he really loved the Beach Boys but when it comes down to anything that was truly rock and roll after 1967 he fucking thinks it's noise. He prefers a lot of stuff by Frank Sinatra. For some weird reason he really digs Nico after I got him to listen to the Velvet Underground's banana album.

He HATES punk rock to my chagrin. Well actually my love of all that is to his chagrin. I can careless if he thinks that music is degenerate, I actually prefer it that way.

I hope to God that if I have little shits myself they will know better and won't come up to me and ask if I got to see some shitty band like Avenged Sevenfold play when I was a young turd all starry eyed about past nights of yore.

I will tell 'em straight up, "Fuck no, they sucked. You listen to the gayest shit in the world, go fucking die. I saw the Hunches play on top of a skate ramp. I couldn't understand a single damn thing that singer screamed into the mic and it was the greatest show ever. Now go get me a beer or a pair of balls for your ears."

I will raise them right.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Dear Los Angeles

Is it just me or does every douche east of Western Ave (i.e. Downtown, Echo Park, Silverlake, Los Feliz) have the most holier than thou attitude about not being from the Hollywood/Santa Monica area?

Like seriously, the general feeling of smugness is so irritating it eats away my skin. Yeah I know everyone wants to become an actor on the west side which is pretty gay but you guys are no better at shmoozing and sucking cock to be the next book, art, or noise music star.

As if you wouldn't act to star in an "indie film" in a fucking heart beat.

I am about to kill the next kid who wastes his parents trust fund money majoring in fine art in that area. Do me a favor and go kill yourselves before I do. It worked out for Van Gough.

Semper Fidelis,
Me

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

I don't smoke weed

because I'm straight edge. Until people see me drinking, then I tell them I'm being ironic.