Walking With The Ghost -2.24-2.25
Friday i work on legal research until 10pm.
met up with buddy @ bar. friend is out here starting up a pr firm/record label/t shirt co/band/party promo co. (whew!) band just got signed and is recording/tshirts just got distribution/parties are starting to take off so we had much to talk about. i love it out here how everybody is trying to do amazing stuff. after (free) sips of likkah and patron i was whisked away from the bar by my homies anna and thomas at one-30.> we ended up running to the hollywood 7-11 for champagne and heineken to drink while we played music at an upstairs loft across the street from the bar. the first words out of the kid's mouth who let us into the building were 'dude, the guy who owns this rehearsal space went home to the valley at midnight, so we can play all night!'I've got blisters on my hands from the drumstixx.
Woke up sat. on my friend thomas' couch-remember vaguely talking to some strange characters and having a smoke before going to bed. thom is at work, but it's noon, 70 and cloudless outside. Have to go to the beach. It's a bitch getting my car out of thomas' garage because some tool parked right behind me, meaning i had to get my car out through the 45-degree angle behind me on my right. after some austin-powers type shit i get out of there.the pacific is cold but i go in anyway. lots of sailboats out and i see at least five girls I wish I knew. On the way to the beach there's a crazy guy on the sidewalk just screaming at the top of his lungs to everybody about Bush and the war and Black Helicopters and the New World Order etc.
I wish I had his energy. when i come back after being on the beach for a few hours he's still there. meth must be some powerful shit.after walking on the beach for a bit i decide to walk into the Fairmont Santa Monica hotel and sit in the hot tub. it's so easy to sneak into hotels like the st. regis/four seasons/fairmont etc. for their amenities--used to do it in ATL all the time. You just gotta walk around like you own the damn place.
sit in the hot tub, get a massage, little kids are running around the pool area making shitloads of noise. glad i got the ipod. i hear iron and wine instead of the rugrats. genius. Leave the fairmont after some sauna time. eat thai food in thai town and start to make my way back downtown---the los angeles philharmonic is doing mozart's 'requiem' and damned if i'm missing it. Almost did. Took streets instead of the highway 'cause i wanted to stop at this rad thrift store first but it was closed by the time i got there.Got to the music center 5 min before show- (gehry designed it, look at it online, its beautiful) it's sold out. dammit. the phil. never sells out. old lady gives me 65 dollar ticket for free! wouldn't take my money.
I buy her champagne. talk to this other lady who doen't have a ticket- she tells me she's going backstage...i said 'huh?'
i asked her if she was related to someone who is in the orchestra...she told me SHE was in the orchestra, but just wasn't playing tonite. i meet up with her when we get inside. we sit in the 4th row in two unoccupied seats. show was amazing. 100 person choir singing in Latin. Orchestra goes OFF, as normal. really old man two seats away from me is rocking a 50K gold Patek like it's nothing. i love the la phil. exchange info later @ the afterparty with the violinist lady and some peeps on the board of the phil . lady promises to holler when she performs again.
Afterwards I go to meet up with some friends at this club i'd never been to...it has no sign outside but when i walked up there were maybe 150 people crowded around police barriers trying to get in. my name is on the dim mak records list but the place is a mob scene. took ten minutes just to worm up to the front of the barriers. only dudes i see get in are in good charlotte (that guy benji is playing records inside.)I lost my phone on friday so i can't even call my homies to get me past this shit (maybe left in the law library???i never lose anything!!! GRRR!!!!!)
finally after 15 min outside i hear one of the doorguys say to the crowd 'hey- let these three guys through, they're on steve's list!' I say 'SHIT! I'm on that same list! CROSBY, KELLEN, PLUS 1! The guy looks at his clipboard, finds me, and opens the rope. Cover is something obscene like 20 bucks- i get a compticket from the doorguy so i don't have to pay.inside the dancefloor is alive like in the 1992 ONYX mtv video for the song 'slam.' i run into my austin TX friends and the crunk-a-thon begins. place is insane.i decline latenight as i have much work on a trial brief to do today. get back to my house at 230. crash....
Friday i work on legal research until 10pm.
met up with buddy @ bar. friend is out here starting up a pr firm/record label/t shirt co/band/party promo co. (whew!) band just got signed and is recording/tshirts just got distribution/parties are starting to take off so we had much to talk about. i love it out here how everybody is trying to do amazing stuff. after (free) sips of likkah and patron i was whisked away from the bar by my homies anna and thomas at one-30.> we ended up running to the hollywood 7-11 for champagne and heineken to drink while we played music at an upstairs loft across the street from the bar. the first words out of the kid's mouth who let us into the building were 'dude, the guy who owns this rehearsal space went home to the valley at midnight, so we can play all night!'I've got blisters on my hands from the drumstixx.
Woke up sat. on my friend thomas' couch-remember vaguely talking to some strange characters and having a smoke before going to bed. thom is at work, but it's noon, 70 and cloudless outside. Have to go to the beach. It's a bitch getting my car out of thomas' garage because some tool parked right behind me, meaning i had to get my car out through the 45-degree angle behind me on my right. after some austin-powers type shit i get out of there.the pacific is cold but i go in anyway. lots of sailboats out and i see at least five girls I wish I knew. On the way to the beach there's a crazy guy on the sidewalk just screaming at the top of his lungs to everybody about Bush and the war and Black Helicopters and the New World Order etc.
I wish I had his energy. when i come back after being on the beach for a few hours he's still there. meth must be some powerful shit.after walking on the beach for a bit i decide to walk into the Fairmont Santa Monica hotel and sit in the hot tub. it's so easy to sneak into hotels like the st. regis/four seasons/fairmont etc. for their amenities--used to do it in ATL all the time. You just gotta walk around like you own the damn place.
sit in the hot tub, get a massage, little kids are running around the pool area making shitloads of noise. glad i got the ipod. i hear iron and wine instead of the rugrats. genius. Leave the fairmont after some sauna time. eat thai food in thai town and start to make my way back downtown---the los angeles philharmonic is doing mozart's 'requiem' and damned if i'm missing it. Almost did. Took streets instead of the highway 'cause i wanted to stop at this rad thrift store first but it was closed by the time i got there.Got to the music center 5 min before show- (gehry designed it, look at it online, its beautiful) it's sold out. dammit. the phil. never sells out. old lady gives me 65 dollar ticket for free! wouldn't take my money.
I buy her champagne. talk to this other lady who doen't have a ticket- she tells me she's going backstage...i said 'huh?'
i asked her if she was related to someone who is in the orchestra...she told me SHE was in the orchestra, but just wasn't playing tonite. i meet up with her when we get inside. we sit in the 4th row in two unoccupied seats. show was amazing. 100 person choir singing in Latin. Orchestra goes OFF, as normal. really old man two seats away from me is rocking a 50K gold Patek like it's nothing. i love the la phil. exchange info later @ the afterparty with the violinist lady and some peeps on the board of the phil . lady promises to holler when she performs again.
Afterwards I go to meet up with some friends at this club i'd never been to...it has no sign outside but when i walked up there were maybe 150 people crowded around police barriers trying to get in. my name is on the dim mak records list but the place is a mob scene. took ten minutes just to worm up to the front of the barriers. only dudes i see get in are in good charlotte (that guy benji is playing records inside.)I lost my phone on friday so i can't even call my homies to get me past this shit (maybe left in the law library???i never lose anything!!! GRRR!!!!!)
finally after 15 min outside i hear one of the doorguys say to the crowd 'hey- let these three guys through, they're on steve's list!' I say 'SHIT! I'm on that same list! CROSBY, KELLEN, PLUS 1! The guy looks at his clipboard, finds me, and opens the rope. Cover is something obscene like 20 bucks- i get a compticket from the doorguy so i don't have to pay.inside the dancefloor is alive like in the 1992 ONYX mtv video for the song 'slam.' i run into my austin TX friends and the crunk-a-thon begins. place is insane.i decline latenight as i have much work on a trial brief to do today. get back to my house at 230. crash....
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