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June 05, 2003

Alright, alright, alright.

Back from big city Los Angeles…safe, unscathed, sunburnt, unsigned, unnoticed, inspired, perspired, thankful, star-struck and just plain glad to be living outside of California.

The last five days were interesting. An opportunity to take it all in; from the highest of the high to the lowest of the low.

We “shopped” at Barneys, bargain hunted at Fred Segals, compared overhyped trucker hats at countless hipster boutiques, took a walk through the Museum of Contemporary Art downtown, sat “sorta poolside” whilst important fucks mingled, gawked at bloated homes in them Hollyweird hills, slept in, compared notes, met new people, darted through traffic, rolled high numbers in high-stakes dice games, smelled the beach air, chowed down at Phillipe’s, hiked the garment district and sweated bullets in the hot sun.

Our senses were heightened, our eyes wide open…

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Yeah, yeah, yeah…we saw our fair share of so-called “stars.” First of all, you’d be amazed at how one handles themselves when they are in the spotlight. They walk with an air that is almost criminal, lips flapping on some micro cellphone, incognito but sticking out like a bump on a log. Watching people watch them…pretty interesting.

I made a list. I mean, of course. Here’s the rundown:

01. Giovanni Ribisi
02. Spike Lee (So good…I nodded and tipped my hat.)
03. Marky Mark Wahlberg (sans the Funky Bunch)
04. Hulk Hogan (doo rag, shades, contrasting facial hair, planet Hollywood letterman jacket and loose-fittin’ Zubaz pants. Wow. Fuck.)
05. Christina Ricci
06. Steve-O from Jackass (smokin’ a dog, yapping on his phone.)
07. Jesse Malin (guitar schlup for Ryan Adams)
08. Heather Graham (rollergirl…)
09. Cedric from At The Drive In
10. Scotty Scwartz (kid from The Toy, little fucker who got his tongue stuck to the pole in A Christmas Story, novelty porn star…)
11. Bobcat Goldthwait and a very siliconed Nikki Cox.

And to top it all off,

12. Frodo, for fuck’s sake. Little Elijah Wood.

Quite a collection of folks, eh. Hmmm. Uh, yeah.

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The absolute highlight of the trip was the chance to see those Flaming Lips at the Hollywood Palldium. Dinenna made a couple calls and locked down some VIP passes for the group. So awesome, thanks again. We sat up in the “very important person” section, sipping piss warm Budweisers, all the while, gawking at the stars sitting around us. Those Lips gave a good performance to all in attendance. All the props including dancing bears, Ace Hardware strobe lights and handfuls of confetti. The addition of the big screens behind the band made the show…timed atomic explosions, births, deaths, jazzercisers. Good stuff. Quite possibly, the most amazing “live deal” going.

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I love how you pass up fuck after fuck yappin’ on their cellphone…”Yo, where you at.”, “Whatchyoo doin’…”, “When you gonna get here?” Always connected. Impatient.

All in all, it was a good trip. I’m glad to be back.

Hollywood is one thing, Los Angeles is another. Surreal. Not for me. Good to gaze at now and again I suppose.

Things are busy at the CINCO–ho hum–and I’m gonna chip away at the pile real hard the next couple days. Oh yeah, photos, outtakes and other tidbits will be shared once they are downloaded, organzed and optimized.

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