Me and Vonnegut, Sitting on Havana |
Havana nights are warm- Full of sting and sweat and a soft breeze that mingles and flirts against your worn-out North American bitch-slap of a sunburn. I suppose that's Cuba getting back at us for Dem...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 14:43:00 GMT |
What Ever Happened To Sex, Drugs And Rock n’ Roll? |
This past summer I came across a live tune on Limewire, identified as Guns n' Roses- But the vocalist didn't sound a thing like Axl Rose. So after extensive research , I found out the song was actuall...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 00:44:00 GMT |
An Ode To The Life Of A Man And His Music |
"And wherever youve gone and wherever we might go.It dont seem fair. today just disappeared.Your light reflected now. reflected from afar.We were but stones. your light made of stars."- Light Years, P...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 22:37:00 GMT |
An Ode To Boob Jobs And Chuck Norris |
I don't know what it is about people who've made a career out of bartending, but I think somewhere, someone along the line decided that the definition of a man who tends a bar is relatively close to ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 14:30:00 GMT |
The Number Of The Beast And Jordan Knight |
Okay, is it just me, or does the Fresh Prince Of Bel Air happen to be on tv around the clock? Between channels 25 and 48 Fresh Prince re-runs have become as frequent as my appearances in the Moose. Th...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 17:20:00 GMT |
Grease Lightnin’ Does Rehab |
It's Thursday. I think. Looking back on what's become of the past week, I've made a few poor choices. Maybe that's an understatement. For some reason this week has been less productive than most. I'm ...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 20:07:00 GMT |
Getting Through Hollywood With A Meatball Sandwich |
Undated... sometime between April 2nd and 6thFirst night back in LA. It's a zoo here. City-slickers fit for Alice Cooper's ball. Metal mania. As I once heard, a city of hard-knocks, hard-cocks an...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 15:23:00 GMT |
These Streets |
The people on the streets all reek of insolence, ignorance, and deprivation- There is no silence here and everything comes with a price. Masticated by the zeitgeist. Propped up by lies and broken prom...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 02:35:00 GMT |
No One To Cry To, No Place To Call Home |
There's a stagnant stench one approaches upon the east-side streets of Vancouver. It's the reek of piss, booze, harboured manifestation, crude infedelities and summo...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 14:07:00 GMT |
Piss-Poor Weather and a ’Shot to the Heart’ |
A review I wrote for the Bon Jovi concert- one that probably wouldnt have gotten done had Scotty not have helped kick my writers block.For some reason I havent posted this until now. To be honest I ha...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 13:42:00 GMT |
