Get outta my dreams, and into my car.

This is not the first time this man's face has graced this blog, only this time it is with great sadness and fond remembrance of my childhood that I pay my respects.
Addiction is a motherfucker.
Rest in peace, Lucas.

We began to attack, the eggs did crack on Haze's back.

An old friend, a huge talent, and an incredibly important figure, not only in the art world, but in pop culture as a whole.
If you don't know, do yourself a favor and Google my man Haze.

The greatest man alive.

When trying to find a clip of Timmy Cappelo greased up and playing the sax for an audience of hacky sack playing Santa Crusties, a would be vampire and his comic book reading metrosexual younger brother, I came across what is undoubtedly the greatest thing ever produced on the interweb.

Let me clear my thrrrrrroat!

I have set a goal that I will ride my bike to this event.
I wasn't able to go last year, and I heard it was epic.
My buddy Dan Druff won Best Pre-Unit, and everybody from SoCal in the moto world came out. This one promises to be even better. Check it out.
Now I just have to finish this god damn bike.



Babe Ruth.
From Northern England in the early 70's, a ruling rock band who recorded the classic break,
"The Mexican".
Essential.




The album artwork is simply incredible.





While the recorded version is my personal favorite, this is just ridiculous.





Max Cady, a total badass, and my role model tattoo-wise.
I'm not kidding.
Although I'm drawing the line at, "Loretta".





Though drastic and mean,
it really sums up how I feel when people push their vegan politics in my face.
If you don't want to eat or wear animals, fine, that's your choice, fantastic.
But don't feel like you have to tell me about it. Really.
It doesn't make you punk rock, and it doesn't make you Morrissey.
It just makes you vegan.
I don't rant about steak and ribs and how I wear leather,
so why do you have to politicize your seitan?
Cause the more you talk about it, the more it drives me to becoming Ted Nugent.






Still my dream car.
1969 Chrysler 300, though I wouldn't kick a 70' out of bed.





Saw the arabparrot at my boy DJ Adam 12's bday party at his 1985-1995 hip-hop club, Afex.
We may have made the no-fly list.





My boy Aaron Rose is kind of a fucking genius.
These are his new kicks he designed for DC.
Soon those crispy chocolate brown bastards on gonna be on these feet.





The new HD Forty Eight.
I think I'm feelin' this.
Not sure yet.
Wouldn't turn a free one down (Hint x 2),
but I'm looking forward to seeing it in person.
One thing is for sure, if I got this and took it over to Evil Spirit, we could definitely turn it into something special.





The best.





I should have covered this on the day of, but it's not about breaking the story, it's about experiencing life and writing about it, sometimes as it happens, sometimes after. For me, mostly after.
Last month we lost a man who was arguably one of the greatest writers of all time
For me, it was Nine Stories that drew me into the mind and the world of this American treasure, but in the end, Franny And Zooey still holds a special place in my heart.
If you are dating a girl and she doesn't like this book, run.






Terry and Donald.
I dig these guys a lot.
Nice to see them together in a pic.
Besides not being able to see your friends,
the only thing that sucks about living in LA is it's not New York.





Lost is back.

I'm on the one mission, to get a politician to honor or he's a goner, by the time I get to Arizona.

Basic Instinct has been on cable a lot lately.
My favorite part of the flick isn't the crotch shot, it's the locations in SF.
Michael Douglas shoots almost every film there, always has.
Although I dig it, I think I like San Francisco better in the movies than in person.
On another note, I like this picture.



This was a really important album for me as a kid.
Looking back, the movie probably did more harm than good, teaching middle class white kids in middle America what was lurking on the other side of town and providing a manual for how to dress, talk, and behave like a gangster.
I'd say this Dennis Hopper classic was ground zero for the "wankster".
Speaking of Hopper, "Billy" really dissed the ole' lady with the deathbed divorce thing.
Harsh toke to swallow after 13+ years of marriage.



Husbands.
Cassavetes.
Classic.



So nice, I gave it to you twice.



These lovely brass dog bone risers are up for auction on Ebay as we speak.
I happen to be selling them.
You should buy them so I can finish my bike.



Also on ebay right now is one of my favorite bikes on the interweb.
Never seen it in person, and now I doubt I ever will, but some lucky bidder is gonna come up on this beauty.



Happy birthday, brother. Thank you.

It was December 24th on Hollis Ave. in the dark.

Two things.

One -
I was informed that Justin Bobby's (If you have to ask, allow me to sigh dramatically and send you back to the last entry) - fashion cuts are from a legitimate motorcycle club out of Los Angeles. Not the Norcal MC of the same name that I mentioned, but another existing club here in town. This "source" also told me that the colors of the patches were orange and white, not red and white as I thought.

OK, so it's hard to tell in the photo. But this still leaves the issue of bottom rocker claiming Los Angeles...still a bold ass move if you ask me, but since I'm talking to myself, it seems no one is.

This source could be wrong, he could be right, I don't know, but I feel a journalistic duty to follow up when it's called for, I'm like Woodward....or Bernstein, only instead of cracking the case on Watergate and changing the course of political history and altering the fabric of America, I'm talking about a hairdresser who rides a motorcycle on a semi-scripted MTV show.

Ugh.

And two -

Merry Christmas.



May you spend it with those you love and who love you.
Though it can be a stressful, sad, reflective, depressing, and lonely time of year, it is still my favorite. I like the way people treat one another.

Like the lady who didn't know how to drive today - rather than honking and swerving around her, I simply let her drive like an asshole. That's the Christmas spirit.

I'm off to Cabo with the family for some sun, surf (hopefully), fishing, and fun.
I hear you can rent Harley's, so that might be kinda bitchin', don't think the wife will hop on back, but I'm gonna try my hardest.

For those of you hanging with family who are sick and tired of that Lawrence Welk bullshit....for those of you who have the Run DMC song and the Waitresses jam but wish you had more cool holiday music to spin, I present to you........




Justin's Awesome Christmas Mixtape

(I'm too tired to post links to the songs, but you're resourceful, you can find them.
personally would go to Amazon, then you can share the files rather than having them be write protected like they do over at itunes).

Some of these are classics, some are new, some are covers, and some just remind me of Christmas and the holidays. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do, and I hope you all have a very, merry xmas.

The Christmas Song (Merry Christmas to You) - Nat King Cole
Peace On Earth / Little Drummer Boy - Bing Crosby & David Bowie
Baby It's Cold Outside - Leon Redbone/Zooey Deschanel
Christmas Time - Stevie Wonder
Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree - Brenda Lee
Christmas Song - Joy Zipper
2000 Miles - The Pretenders
Last Christmas (Studio Version) - Jimmy Eat World
Hazy Shade of Winter - The Bangles
Going Back to Cali - LL Cool J
Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) - Joey Ramone
Christmas All Over Again - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Merry Christmas Baby (LP Version) - Otis Redding
I'll Be Your Santa, Baby - Rufus Thomas
Hey, Santa Claus - The Chesterfield Kings
Run Rudolph Run - Keith Richards / Toots & The Maytals
Jingle Bell Rock - Brenda Lee
Come On Santa - The Raveonettes
Happy Xmas (War Is Over) - The Polyphonic Spree
Little Drummer Boy - The Dandy Warhols
Endlessly - Mercury Rev
Wonderful Christmastime - Paul McCartney
Christmas In Hollis - Run-DMC
Christmas Wrapping - The Waitresses
Chrismas Treat - Julian Casablancas
Another Lonely Christmas - Prince
Christmastime Is Here (Vocal) - Vince Guaraldi Trio

Alright, stop what you're doing, cause I'm about to ruin, the image and the style that you're used to.

First off, yes, I am a grown man and I watch The Hills, so let's just get that out of the way first, all judgment welcomed.




Dear Justin Bobby (Née, Justin Brescia),

While most people I know think you are a douchebag, I disagree.

I find you fascinating.

It's not the ever-present arched eyebrow, it's not the "just woke up" mumble, it's not the distant "I don't give a fuck" attitude, and it's not any of the other affectations that wow the under-20 set who tune in to watch the Paramore soundtrack intercut with Brentwood drama that passes for a television show.

What I am referring to is just the entire phenomena that IS Justin Bobby.

I for one as a heterosexual man nearing forty (four years, but who's counting), can view you from a purely academic angle, and enjoy what you bring to the show; good hair, humor, conflict in the hearts and minds of these tormented women, and what I'm sure is referred to in table readings (cause no one believes it's unscripted) board meetings, and the halls of MTV as, "that bad boy image".

To be honest, the only problem I've ever had with you was probably not even of your doing, but rather a bit of magical editing that transpired in an episode where you were surfing and you managed to take off on a wave Goofy Foot and end the ride doing an air Regular Footed. (And it wasn't switch, it was a stunt double, let's be clear).

I could tell you I don't like the frequency in which you display, as well as the choice in tattoo that you have, but hey, I lived through the 90's, and the only bad tattoo I didn't get was a tribal armband or a Chili Pepper logo, so I guess I can't say shit about the ITALIA plastered across your stomach. So that's off limits.

Basically I'm pretty much backing all your bullshit, I think it's all top-notch, I'm a fan, I look forward to a long and fruitful friendship, and if I didn't cut my own hair, I'd probably let you do it, so long as you didn't wash my hair, cause that would feel gay given the amount of writing I'm doing about you at present, dig?

But I digress.

I'm not what you'd call a hater, I'm actually here to help you.

No one minds the Harley with ape-hangers, the flaked out helmet, hell, we'll even let you have a pass on the overalls with no shirt on underneath, but when you started wearing top and bottom rockers with a center patch on your leather jacket, you just went too far, kiddo.

If you haven't had it broken down to you already, allow me to, purely in the interest of saving you a beatdown or potentially worse, cause while the guys from Maroon 5 may think it looks "bitchin", I can assure you there are some guys who hang out far from the swank locales you frequent who wouldn't find it nearly as amusing.

Right off the bat, a history lesson.

3 patch jackets are strictly for Outlaw clubs.

Period.

If you want to start a club with your homies, better to adhere to the rules of what are known as "Family" clubs, and have 1 large patch in the center of the jacket, otherwise, if you rock your patches broken down into 3 it's a violation of the code.

If you still don't know what I'm talking about, then let me expand. Top rocker = club, center patch = logo, and bottom rocker is territory.

(iffy)You could even try doing a top rocker and a center patch and see how that works out for you, but the 3 patch combo is a bold affair no matter how you slice it, and on this front you fucked up five different ways.

1st, by the design of your jacket you are claiming Los Angeles as a territory.
INCREDIBLY bold move, especially considering the heaviness of motorcycle clubs that operate in LA, and 2nd, you didn't check in with the predominant MC in the area to ask permission (one of the rules), and if you don't know who that is, you'll find out soon enough wearing the jacket.

3rd, you chose an existing club's colors for your rockers.
This one is actually kind of funny, because if I have to tell you whose colors red and white are, then you may be in more trouble than I thought.
4th, not only are you going to offend the guys who wear those colors you adopted, but ALSO the guys who don't like the guys who wear those colors on their cuts.
Kind of a lose lose situation if you know what I mean.
And finally, 5th, there ALREADY IS a Hooligans MC, based in NorCal, so unless you started a Los Angeles chapter, I guess it's a case of, "whoops".

Of course, I could be wrong.
There might be a heavy MC rolling the streets that I've just never heard of.
One that not only got the green light on flying Los Angeles on the bottom rocker, but also got OK'd to run red and white.
It could be, it's not like I'm the authority on such things.

The whole thing could probably be avoided if you changed the color of the rockers and eliminated the MC on the back, then you could claim ignorance when confronted as to why you were claiming "their" city as your own. But having the MC makes it a Motorcycle Club that operates in the city designated by the bottom rocker, and being that you ride a bike and aren't just some d-bag getting bottle service at Playhouse trying to look hard, that would be tough to play dumb while hanging from your apes at a stoplight.

If I were you, I'd make it a one-patch with the logo in the center and the name incorporated into the design, not as a separate rocker, and then take out the city altogether, but hey, that's just me, I like waking up in the morning and going to sleep at night.

Cause while the girls from Laguna and Stacey the bartender probably dig it, I think you'll find that if you ride with it on outside of West Hollywood, Sunset Plaza, and the occasional Neptune's Net run, you may encounter dudes that won't be nearly as stoked as Kristen.