Friday, August 5, 2011

If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page, the girlies I like are underage.

For sale is a 2000 Custom Shop Gibson ES446. (I think I'm dating this correct, but the serial number is clear in the pic if you would like to double check yourself).

What I can tell you is this is a clean custom shop guitar that is no longer made, it is rare, and it is in very good condition.

If you don't know about this guitar, it's somewhere between a Les Paul, a Johnny A, and a thinner, easier to play ES 137. It's does from warm and jazzy to rocking out. Acoustically it is super loud and resonant when not plugged in, and won't disappoint when it is.

2 humbuckers, , fully hollow body. The top and braces are carved from spruce, and the body is carved out of mahogany (at least that's what I read, I don't know).

The color is a strange variation on the standard sunburst, where the red is a bit more burgundy and the yellow is deep. This could be due to age or simply how it came straight from the Gibson Custom Shop.

Overall it's in good shape, sounds great, and has a terrific vibe - easy to play, light as hell, nice neck, all it needs is a setup and some fresh strings.

Only marks or blemishes are some minor marks near the straplock (see photo below), some dulling on the metal hardware, and light wear on the front and back from playing and not sitting in a case. Apart from that, the bone colored plastic circle that sits outside the toggle for pickups is missing. This is easy, and I probably have the part somewhere, but I didn't want to take apart the toggle as I knew I'd be fighting to get the stuff to stay in place once it was unscrewed. I'm not a tech, I'm a musician, so I leave that to the pros.


The pickups are great, the electronics in good working order, and it's ready to go.

The tuners (as seen in the pix) aren't original, as someone replaced them with Grovers, and once it's set up it stays in tune pretty well.

I've had it for years and would hate to part with it, but I have to finish my bike and have other guitars....and you can't hang on to all of em!

Comes with the original custom shop case (The outside is a little beat up from touring, but still in good shape). The guitar has been kept in a studio for the better part of the last 5 years, and I've used it on many recordings with my band.

All in all it's a really unique and rare guitar in great shape. If you're a collector looking for guitar show quality with zero imperfections then this is not your guitar, but if you want a really nice hollow body in great shape to actually play and not just hang on the wall, this is all you.

I would like to sell it privately, but if need be it can be listed on the bay.

Any questions message me on here or email me at -
thevalley@me.com










































Thursday, July 28, 2011

Come down, Steady B. like this!!

Arty and I stopped by Terry's shoot.
Always a great hang when T-Bone's in town.
We talked hip-hop, ate popcorn with truffle oil and drank crazy expensive Beverly Hills juices while a woman at the studio made us espresso.
After, I convinced Arty to swing by Papaya King, my new drug dealer.
Good Friday.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The future's open wide.



As of a few moments ago, my old and dear friend Steve Berra's website, The Berrics is hosting the world premiere of my band's latest video, "Must Be The One".

It is a video I directed, and since all of the principal "actors" are actual skateboarders, it's fitting that it debut on the largest skateboarding website in the world.

There is a funny back-story to mine and Berra's relationship and how we came to know one another nearly two decades ago, but I'll let him tell that story....

I can't stress enough how pleased I am that this video which I'm so very proud of is premiering on a website I spend so much time looking at and deeply respect. I was actually kind of surprised when Steve agreed to post it, I mean, after all, there isn't much skating in it (Though the extended cut which will be out in a few weeks will have some serious bangers from the leads, Casey, Nakel, Sagan, as well as Cash, Lui, Lucien and some other homies as well as some cameos from some very cool kids and friends of ours who didn't make the tight narrative edit of the video), and though it's shot at the North Hollywood Skate Plaza, all you really see is kids skating, not really doing tricks or anything heavy - but after Berra saw it what was clear was that he connected with the feeling of the piece...he totally understood what it was I was going for and he felt it.

To me what's important about the video is that it's real, at least a type of reality. It features real people. Real skaters, real girls - real kids, not actors or models, in fact, with the exception of two people, all of the stars are people who are either good friends or connected to me in one way or another, some even the children of my friends.

It had to be this way. The video I was trying to make was about kids being real. Not necessarily in the way we're accustomed to seeing kids behave, but in the way kids behave when no one's looking - when we're not worried about how we look, if we're being cool or sticking to the script of what's hip or not. I wanted to show the excitement of a crush, a first kiss, the nervous feeling in your stomach when you get that call or text that he or she is there, and the ensuing anxiety of what to wear.

I envisioned a somewhat idealistic view of the quintessential California experience of youth.

Call it a webisode, a commercial for youth, a postcard of the San Fernando Valley - more than anything there was a tone and feeling I was trying to achieve, and with the help of a great team of people, I feel that we did just that.

It was of course, all anchored by the song that we wrote, cause after all it's a music video, but it had to be more than just that, cause when you first hear the song it feels like it should be playing over the end credits of a film, perhaps a teen love story, perhaps a coming of age movie, maybe both.

So when I was lying in bed in Aspen, Colorado thinking about all of these things in preparation for the video shoot that was less than a week away, it was only natural that it hit me like a bolt of lightning; Deborah Foreman, the Texas born beauty who embodied the San Fernando Valley like no one before or since in her portrayal of Julie Richmond in the motion picture, Valley Girl.

Suddenly I realized that the scene in my video where the girls were getting ready to head to the skatepark and meet up with the boys was missing one vital ingredient - the mom - and what could be cooler than having Deborah Foreman play her? It would be a nod and homage to Colleen Camp playing Deborah's mother in Valley Girl - not only the single most important film of my childhood (whose soundtrack influenced my ideas about music, whose story told me all I needed to know about love at all costs, and whose theme song, "Melt With You" was played at my very own wedding when I stepped on the glass to cheers of Mazel Tov…but I digress.). More to the point, this was a film that undoubtedly echoed throughout the album my bandmate and I had just completed, our love letter to the place we grew up, Valleyheart.

I sat up in bed and thought to myself, "If Julie Richmond was in my video, it would not only be completely full circle with her playing the mom and riffing on the scene where her and Stacey get ready before the big party at the beginning of the film, but it would be the cherry on top of what was already shaping up to be a video that put visuals to the sound and feeling of a full day and night in the San Fernando Valley in the summertime. Meta to say the least.

With my mind going 100 miles an hour I Googled her and found out that not only was she a Pilates instructor living in Los Angeles, but that she was even more stunning than ever.

And the kicker - her email was on her website.

"Dude", I said across the room to Adam who I was bunking with while attending the Winter X-Games, "Deborah Foreman....I'm gonna get Deborah Foreman to be in the video".

I don't remember his exact response, and though he loved the idea, he probably felt as I did, that it was a great idea, but too bad it will never happen.

I returned to LA, got back to my life and pre-production for the video, and though I mentioned the idea to my wife, I didn't dare do anything about it. The idea of cold-calling one of your heroes can be terrifying, and though I honestly knew she simply HAD to be in it, I did nothing - that is until two days before the shoot date.

As I sat down sometime around midnight and went over my shotlist, casting photos and visual references, I said to myself, "Fuck it", and wrote a very long, very honest, letter to Ms. Foreman.

I told her everything.

I told her that Adam and I grew up in the Valley and just how much her film inspired us and helped shape who we were as individuals and as a band, I told her that I knew of every single movie she'd ever done, including The Experts, I told her all about the concept behind Valleyheart, and that the album cover, album title, and the feeling within probably owes a debt to her and her performance in the film that had changed our lives, I told her that I knew every single frame, line, song cue, beat and moment from Valley Girl, and that there was literally no one who knew this film like I did.

And finally, I told her that at the risk of sounding incredibly presumptuous, that I would do for her what Quentin had done for Travolta and what P.T.A. had done for Phillip Baker Hall, that if she wanted to return to acting, that this was the way to do it, and I was going to not only reintroduce her to the world, but that I would do so in a way that was deserving of her legacy, her beauty and her talent.

I can't put into words how it felt when I heard the "ding" of my Mac Mail and saw the message in the inbox from Debby Foreman.

A few emails later and she agreed to do it, saying, "why not, I'm in", and I was the luckiest boy in the world, on the verge of tears as I said over and over to my wife, "can you even believe this?” while we sat in bed tripping the fuck out that this was actually happening.

When I set my mind to something it usually happens, that is if it's meant to be.

It's always been that way.

I immediately got on the phone with Adam and we shared a very meaningful, "wow" moment.

The next day I called Debby (as she prefers to be called), and heard the laugh I'd known since I was 10 years old.

Then it struck me - I was speaking to Julie Richmond, the first girl I ever fell in love with.

Two days later when I answered the knock on my front door, there she was. The same face, the same smile...it was truly dazzling.

Everyone on my team had their own Debby experience, Adam, Stefanie, Brooke, Ari, Matt....I mean, how could you not? The original Valley Girl was in my living room - the same place that houses every lobby card ever produced, the framed movie poster, the framed LP, and the wedding portrait taken moments after Stefanie and I kissed for the first time as man and wife to Randy and Julie's getaway music.

Around 7:30 AM, everyone had their coffee and got into wardrobe, and I spent some time going over what I had planned. I handed Debby and the girls a little 9-page scene I'd written a few hours before in the middle of the night. Debby laughed, asked if she was meant to memorize this in the hour before we began shooting and I told her no, it was merely a reference for the action.

When it came time to shoot her, it was no less than magical. Watching her on the monitor and directing her was a dream come true. She had the same sparkle, charm, sweetness, and sense of humor that made so many of us fall in love with her when we first saw her on the screen.

I simply cannot wait to release the long form extended cut with audio. Don't get me wrong, everything that is so wonderful about her comes through from the moment she enters frame (and what an entrance it is), but when you hear the dialogue between her and the girls, it's amazing - so real, so true, and so, so Debby.

When she left the set we handed her a bouquet of flowers and hugged goodbye, Adam did a little interview, snapped some photos, and off she went, but when she drove off, we knew watching Valley Girl would never be the same again, yes it would still be one of the most important films of our lives, but now it had taken on a different meaning.

Since then Adam and I have become friends with Debby, and we don't take that lightly.

I plan to make good on my promise to make her a star again, and she and I are looking forward to working together on several other projects I have planned. She is my muse, and how fucking lucky am I?

Adam and I have probably mentioned the soundtrack and film Valley Girl over a hundred times in interviews and it's actually something we discussed as a touchstone the first time we ever sat down to make music together, but never in a million years did we think that Deborah Fucking Foreman would be appearing in a music video of ours, let alone someone we talk to daily on Twitter.

Life is funny like that.

In the end, Valleyheart is a record about who we are and where we come from, and this video is a little piece of that.

I hope you enjoy it

Thank you to everyone who made it possible, especially Debby.

http://theberrics.com/

Saturday, December 25, 2010

I came to bring some Christmas spirit, I got a big bag now guess what's in it, somethin' for the rich, somethin' for the po, so merry xmas & ho-ho-ho.

Sonny Liston.
This photo ruffled a few feathers in 1963.
In some parts of the country it still would.
#teaparty



Last year I posted a Christmas mix.
Looking back, some of the songs were weak, so I've edited the playlist down, keeping only the jams.
Enjoy - (And no, they're not links, this isn't a music blog, do the work yourself you lazy bastard).

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* The Christmas Song (Merry Christmas to You) - Nat King Cole (The whole album is epic, but this is the best, also not so Jesus-y, which is nice).

* Peace On Earth / Little Drummer Boy - Bing Crosby & David Bowie (Corny but good).

* Christmas Time - Stevie Wonder (A heartbreaker).

* Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree/Jingle Bell Rock - Brenda Lee (Classic).

* Christmas Song - Joy Zipper (Reminds me of my girl, a plus).

* 2000 Miles - The Pretenders (Best female rocker ever).

* Hazy Shade of Winter - The Bangles (Not a Christmas song, but the inclusion on Less Than Zero soundtrack, use during xmas in the film, and presence of sleigh bells qualifies it).

* Going Back to Cali - LL Cool J (See above).

* Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) - Joey Ramone (Needs no explanation).

* Christmas All Over Again - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers (So good).

* Happy Xmas (War Is Over) - John & Yoko

* Endlessly - Mercury Rev (Not technically a Christmas song, but it feels like it to me).

* Wonderful Christmastime - Paul McCartney (If you don't like this there's something wrong with you).

* Christmas In Hollis - Run-DMC (Best ever).

* Christmas Wrapping - The Waitresses (2nd best).

* Chrismas Treat - Julian Casablancas (Impressive cover of a Fallon/Sanz SNL skit).

* Another Lonely Christmas - Prince (Go ahead, cry).

* Christmastime Is Here (Vocal) - Vince Guaraldi Trio (No matter how old you are).

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In conclusion, keep Christmas alive, say "Merry Christmas" to everyone you see....even if they don't celebrate it.
Do you ask everyone who sneezes whether they believe in a deity before you bless them?
No, so don't be a pussy and say, "happy holidays", that is unless you want the terrorists to win and the angels to die.

Stay black, talk hard, and go Lakers.

Monday, November 1, 2010

I heard the captain's gonna sign him to Jive, and that's the truth.

Sean Carasov aka Captain Pissy.
RIP.

Jogger, A&R, Los Feliz local, Mopar lover, x-porn producer, once a roadie for The Clash, Beastie Boys tour manager, grumpy English fucker, and all around great dude who helped make hip-hop great when it mattered.

You will be missed by many.




Though we weren't close, I met him at a crucial time in my life and he left a big impression. We reconnected online last year after a mutual friend took his life, and sadly, it is a year and change later that I write this in his memory.

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Captain,

After Shawn M. passed I was trying to find you and rap about this Matt Dike project I was dreaming about. No one knew how to find you, so I lurked hard on the Interweb and used my private eye skills and finally came across your AIM address in some sketchy 4chan K-hole and added it to my buddy list. Every day your screen name said, "away", but I still sent messages, just patiently waiting for it to pop up one day.

Finally after probably a month or so, there you were, and you'll never know how stoked I was when your name finally showed as "online". I hit you and we typed for the better part of 30 minutes. We caught up and you told me how you'd spent the years since I'd seen you and I told you what was up on my end. We laughed about the onslaught of porn and racially charged words and images that popped up and overtook my computer like a fucking virus when I found an Anonymous link that you were responsible for, I told you how epic it was that you were the first of that organization to unmask yourself, and that only you would have the balls to pull something like that. You told me about Thailand, your struggles with Lyor and the music business, and most poignantly, we discussed your last days with Shawn.

You told me that you were just up the road from each other, and that you were both sick and had taken to trading meds, something you found most amusing. It brought me solace and some comfort the stories you told me of how you and Mortensen stayed close, and it was nice as one old acquaintance passed, I was back in contact with another. It is equally tragic that you both were in so much pain that you felt the need to check out the way you did. (I wonder if you both spoke of this?).

Though we were never close, it pains me to think that this is the way you wanted it to go. We met through Sophia Chang, hip-hop and music, and you walked me into some amazing situations that I'll never forget. I called Jarobi when I heard, and we both didn't know what to say, what can you say?

You were the funniest, most fucked up, craziest dude in Los Angeles. You were the King of Los Feliz before anyone even thought of moving East, the OG Mopar lover, a jogging fanatic, porn-loving, crabby and wonderful son of a bitch. You will be missed by many, and I hope you and our other Shawn are laughing together peacefully.

Lots of love,
Justin













Friday, August 27, 2010

Fuckin' blue lights, read 'em their rights, drama.

Hendrix is one of those treats that you think you're gonna bum out on cause your buddy played the first two albums way too much back in the day and now you think it's all Purple Haze and all of that Axis bullshit, but when it comes down to it, if you were to throw on Electric Ladyland right now it would blow your mind.
This shot is just too good.





Finally found and downloaded the entire 1983 Topper Carew documentary that predated Breakin' AND Beat Street....Breakin' N' Enterin'.
Filmed in Los Angeles and featuring breakers in Venice Beach, at the Radiotron, and out in the streets, it features Chris "The Glove" Taylor, Ice-T, and some incredible breakdancers, among them one of my favorite crews ever, The Dominos, from Los Angeles, CA featuring Kidd Tuff, a dude who was pretty much my idol back then. Tuff was a ridiculous breaker who made the dudes from Breakin' look like Rerun from What's Happenin', and besides being a sick breaker, Tuff was also the first person to ever punch me in the face, which is pretty cool.
The soundtrack is now available on itunes, do yourself a favor and get up on this important piece of B-Boy history.





New Biltwell lid, good color, thinkin' about it.


Or the flat red. Can't decide.



Want.





Need.





Old New York City hookers are awesome, I mean, minus the whole VD, heroin and AIDS thing.





Speaking of VD.





It's official, I'm the laziest blogger ever.
Life has taken over, and child-rearing, recording an album, playing basketball, watching season after season of Friday Night Lights, writing two films and a pilot as well as trying to earn a living as a touring musician has rendered writing about shoes, motorcycles and The Hills obsolete.
I've gotta get my priorities straight.
The grey joints I've been wearing daily this summer are about to have some company.
Only 200 pairs are being sold, one to the kid.
Fingers crossed.





Just saw this old shirt that Piscitelli and Dill did.
I was both totally stoked and totally bummed that they used an image from the poster for my dad's gay biker flick, The Pink Angels, as I've been planning on doing bootleg shirts of the poster forevz. Oh well, I think I'll do it anyway, I kind of have seniority on that one.






And just in case you are wondering what movie I'm referring to...


Sunday, June 20, 2010

I'll give a little shout out to my dad.....



Tres Generaciones.



Sometimes being on the road is tough.
Wishing I was with my little man today.
Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there.