Friday, April 29, 2011

Drivin Ms. Daisy

For the love of god. Don't drive it, Janis. You must be just as loaded as the car.
Who in their right mind....up...answered my own question. Looks like Ken Kesey got a hold of that little Italian, gitty up!

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


I have been thinking about this song for WEEKS now. Wheeew! I feel better.

Stone Fox 9

"That song is about me!" There have been millions of love songs written, some love/hate songs but they were all born out of some kind of inspired struggle within that artist/songwriter. Most of the time this inspiration was found in a woman. Some were flat out lookers that had their musicians wrapped around their cute little pinkie. Some had other things to offer their music men, things I can't discuss because this is a PG blog, for the most part. There have been many, but these are the top shelf Phillies that have made history, in a sense. More so then the woman who made the united states flag (Betsy Ross?) who I'm sure didn't look half as good in a bathing suit.

Top to Bottom:

Joan Baez - Bob Dylan
Edie Sedgwick - Bob Dylan & Lou Reed
Pattie Boyd - George Harrison & Eric Clapton
Linda Keith - Jimi Hendrix & Keith Richards
Marsha Hunt - Mick Jagger
Pannonica de Koenigswarter aka The Baroness - Charlie Parker, Sonny Rollins, Dizzy Gillespie, Miles Davis and Thelonious Monk
Cindy Breakspeare - Bob Marley
Brigitte Bardot - Serge Gainsbourg
Uschi Obermaier - Jimi Hendrix & Keith Richards

Lookin good ladies!!! Très bien!!

Friday, April 22, 2011

Wednesday, April 20, 2011


I wouldn't even know how to begin to explain this movie. Let's give it a go anyway.

Sean Connery "Zed" is a warrior in a future world that is thrown into a land of immortal women and gay men that are receiving everlasting life from a "Vortex" and are now bored.(typical) After a forced brainwashlike discovery, Zed comes to terms with his bamboozled situation by way of OZ and gives everyone what they want. The immortals get a good show and their immortality taken away from them, the old and banished, get death, all the while manages to save the day in a crimson strappy number that destroys the vortex with his man-stash and might. Scifi Amazingness.

The Dude from Grey back in the Day..

SAMO as an alternative 2 playing art with the 'radical chic' sect
on Daddy's $ funds. - Jean Michel Basquiat

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Philles Records

Philles Records a Division of Phil Spector Productions
He would.

Chatin with Chinaski

Charles Bukowski on People :

I don't look too much at people. It's disturbing. They say if you look too much at someone, you start to look like them. Poor Linda.
People, mostly, I can do without. They don't fill me, they empty me. I respect no man. I have a problem that way...I'm lying, but believe me, it's true.

Charles Bukowski on Bars:

Don't do too much bar stuff anymore. Got that out of my system. Now when I walk into a bar, I almost gag. I've seen so many of them, it's just too fu*kin' much -- that stuff's for when you're younger, you know, and you like to duke it with a guy, you know you play that macho shit -- try to pick up broads -- at my age, I don't need all that. Nowadays, I just go into bars to piss. Too many years in the bar. It just got so bad, that I'd walk into a bar, I'd walk through the door and I'd start to puke.

Charles Bukowski on Cynicism:

I've always been accused of being a cynic. I think cynicism is sour grapes. I think cynicism is a weakness. It's saying "everything is wrong! EVERYTHING IS WRONG!" You know? "This is not right! That is not right!" Cynicism is the weakness that keeps one from being able to adjust to what is occurring at the moment. Yes, cynicism is definiteiy a weakness, just as optimism is. "The sun is shining, the birds are singing -- so smile." That's bullshit too. The truth lies somewhere in between. What is, just is. So you're not ready to handle it...too bad.

Charles Bukowski on Writing:

I wrote a short story from the viewpoint of a rapist who raped a little girl. So people accused me. I was interviewed. They'd say, "You like to rape little girls?" I said, "Of course not. I'm photographing life." I've gotten in trouble with a lot of my shit. On the other hand, trouble sells some books. But, bottom line, when I write, it's for me. (He draws a deep drag off his cigarette.) It's like this. The "drag" is for me, the ash is for the tray... that's publication.

I never write in the daytime. It's like running through the shopping mall with your clothes off. Everybody can see you. At night...that's when you pull the tricks...magic.

Tough Guys Write Poetry

Charles Bukowski by Sean Penn


Wallace Berman 1963

Monday, April 18, 2011


"I don't think I'm easy to talk about. I've got a very irregular head. And I'm not anything that you think I am anyway." -Syd Barrett

Shine on you Crazy Diamond...

Friday, April 15, 2011

Reading Music

Sid Barrett vs David Gillmore aka The original Alan Parsons project.

And off he goes..

Farewell Pete! We'll miss you. The Pasadena city bathrooms on the other hand, will not. Be safe. Xx

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Fashion Show! Fashion show! Fashion show at lunch!

It's fashion week! I see London! I see France! I see models.... well everything. There was some fascinating pieces by the late great Alexander McQueen. For weddings or bondage they had it all. Sarah Burton carried the torch into a big bowl of Edward Sissor Hands with Burton does Burton via McQueen. Would it have been to early to do his trade mark plaid? Ask Kate Moss. It's been fun looking at all the yummy new looks for the season. And John. Ohhhh John Galliano always has my heart with his use of color and his attitude toward texture and lush. Here are some highlights. Not like the boring dentist room office coloring book for the over dosed riddlin children of america, but my favs from fashion week.

Do. It.

Just once man....Just one time, I would love to pull one of those things. In a mall.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


"Welp, you just took the jelly out of MY donut". - Dave "Rev" Lizzarago

Thursday, April 7, 2011

The Ocean

Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain.
Hitting on the moonshine, rocking in the brain.
Got no time to pack my bag, my foots outside the door.
Got a date, can't be late for the high hopes hailla ball.

Singing to an ocean, I can hear the ocean's roar.
Play for free, play for me and play a whole lot more.
Singing about the good things and the sun that lights the day.
I used to sing on the mountains, has the ocean lost its way.

Written by:

"you always gotta be a hard ass"

It's Sunday night and the Art Laboe dedication line is hot. First up
is Jackie from Costa Mesa sending this one out to Urban Outfitters.

You saw it here first!

My Pops gave me his old canon and all the little go go gadgets that go with it. Of course I turn one of the camera lens cases into my new purse as shown above. It's cute and light weight in comparison to the over night sized bag that I was carrying last season. It's a great on the go purse and not to boast, but it has been getting a ton of complements. I mean a lot. Like too many. Now I'm afraid I'm going to find it in Urban Outfitters or I will be eating lunch one day and some Phillie with a complicated hair cut will have it hanging off her chair with an iphone hanging out of it. That my friends, would be my worst fear in carnet. Well, getting into a major car accident and being impaled by a stop sign is my worst fear. But getting the high hat, from any company for an idea that I had but they make money off of, is a close second. Paten pending UO. I'm watchin you.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Le Freak

Happy Mondays

"Well, this is goodbye. I mean, we obviously have nothing in common. I'm a genius, you're all fu*king wankers. You'll never see me again. You don't deserve to see me again." - Martin Hannett

To the new Hacienda! Yeeeah

Monday, April 4, 2011

Sandie Morsels of Goodness

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Art : Alexey Kurbatou

Poem : Percy Shelley

Tallulah Bankhead

Tallulah was completely in agreement with her father's advice. "If you know your Bible and your Shakespeare and can shoot craps, you have a liberal education."
She was a movie starlet with a sailor mouth. Salty and spicy in a pair of men's slacks and looked DARLING in 'em. Kathrine Hepburn eat your heart out.

44 million dollars later....

"I asked it of Julius Caesar. I demand it of you!" - Taylorpatra
Whoop whoop the Three Stooges he shuffle bugged on over and got on his KNEES. Hahha! THAT is a great scene.


Speaking of aggressive females....I decided to watch Cleopatra in honor of the late Elizabeth Taylor forgetting that it was a five hour movie. Yes it took me two days to watch it but the details of the story were well worth the two day intermission. Brushing up on ancient Rome's historical blunders and incestuous shenanigans was hilarious. Not to mention, Queen Cleo in all her glory gave me the chillie willies. Anger, sex and power is a dangerous combination for days like these not to mention days when the term off with their heads was as common as long lines at In-n-Out. So out she went, in true dictator fashion. With the bite on the hand from a snake in a big bowl of figs, she took her own life. She was prepared even for her own death just as Taylor was. Her people were instructed to arrive at Forest Lawn 15 minutes after the ceremony began. Queen indeed.