More on that in a moment.  Let me start by saying that I am tired.  Very tired.  As Gorilla and I discussed last night, if I’m going to be keeping long hours on the reg (ed. note: and it seems with our popularity growing by the millisecond I will need to make a habit of keeping said hours), then I’m going to need to start making a lot more money so that I can spend it on drugs that will help me stay awake, so that I can continue keeping these hours in order to make more money, to buy more drugs, to make more money, with the dream goal being to eventually make enough money to pay somebody to make that money for me while I nap and do drugs strictly for recreational purposes.  AKA non-work-drugs.

                 At any rate, this hasn’t happened yet, the making money part, however, if yesterday is a good indicator of things to come, then I will soon be able to stay awake however long I should like.  As for now I continue to only lose drugs, which I did again last evening.  Whoever found my magic on the floor of Harvard and Stone, happy fucking Tuesday.  Thanks for not turning it into the lost and found (ed. note: RIP Goose Man’s 8-ball ’08… vintage, found it again via lost and found 0’10)(ed. note: there’s a lot to that story, but the gist should be enough, 8 ball, lost and found, 3 years, my father checked to make sure it was still good)(ed. note: yup)…

                Back to yesterday though right?  Yeah, yesterday, big day, pretty much just crawled out of bed, fed the rat hound, and then hit the ground running.  Go-Rilla and I drove the beast on the PCH, got some very good footage, made a shit ton of illegal u-turns, Go-Rilla gave some Fodor’like directions to some Euro-tourists, disregarding the fact that I was driving around in circles waiting for him to film, but he’s a Samaritan, can’t fault him for that.

                We ran around town to some meetings.  No suits were worn, but exciting things were discussed, and the realization that we’re gonna need a couple suits to tail around with us was realized (ed. note: that’s what you do with realizations, you realize them). 

                An impromptu offer found us on top the Hollywood Tower apartments taking in a short acoustic set by the Kooks.  You may remember them of the album “Inside In, Inside Out,” it came out circa 2006/2007 I’m want to say, and it was pretty catchy.  I can deal with a bit of Brit-Pop-and-Roll now and again.  It’s no Beatles, but it’s nice, and the setting was nice, and they only played one or two new songs, which I liked less than their old songs, so that was nice too.  The rest of the cuts they did were from that album that I dug, and took me back to my years of living in a hovel on Indiana block with the Goose and the Young Stallion (ed. note: another time children).  The liquor at this show was also free, so that definitely added to my enjoyment.  The 98.7 Penthouse concert series has been pretty awesome every time I’ve attended.  I always find a seat, I always get a buzz, I always get a good view of the band.  What more do I need?

                I’ll skip the part of the night following the show where our editor’s cat scratched the shit out of me.  Let’s just say that if the RZA was a noble hound (ed. note: which he’s not), then he would defend my honor against this feline.  However, this cat, and most cats really, would fuck my little Fraggle’s world up, so round 1 goes to Bonko the cat.

                It was about at this point of the night that I was in want for those wake-up-drugs that I was talking about.  It was also about this point of the night that I started losing stuff out of my pockets (ed. note: I blame the corn whiskey).

                Gorilla and I headed over to Harvard and Stone to check out the Shining Twins whom we will be filming on Saturday at Freak City LA…  I managed to catch their last two songs, I was down.  “I Hate You” is a good sampling of the messages they convey and the spunk that they convey it with.  You could put it on full blast outside of one of your arch nemesis’ houses as it will easily help you to get your feelings across to them.   “Greasy Bear,” which they concluded with is another one filled with pretty deep meaningful messages and I recommend it as well.  The Shining Twins have a cute-punk-thrasher-chick vibe going on and they have some damn good, sweaty, energy onstage to match their catchy punk tunes.  The drummer, Marisa uses a drum that is so large she could easily fit inside of it, and it’s pretty cool to watch her bouncing around onstage smacking the shit out of that thing.  Come check these ladies out on Saturday if you are in the LA area and a place like Freak City sounds intriguing to you (ed. note: it should, anything goes). If you bring illicit substances I’m sure they will be happy to spend a moment of their time with you, as they are both lovely young women.  The band’s male member, was a little spaced out post set and goin’ a mile a minute, but I’m pretty sure he’s a lovely individual as well…

                The twins were followed by a classic act, Exene Cervenka, of X fame.  Now this is the reference that I made in the above title, because homegirl looks straight out of the Goonies.  That’s not so say she isn’t lovely.  She is, and was, and I enjoyed every minute of her and her accompanying guitarist’s performance…  They played some really cool folk tunes that were funky to hear in the Hollywood setting, all the black clad scenesters milling about, wanting to dance, but preferring to shuffle their feets.  It was one of those things that you just respect because it’s fucking cool to see an old punk rock lady belt it out and shake her shit at midnight in a dark ass room.  They finished their set off with a cover of “Jackson,” which was pretty rad.  The highlight however was when in preparation for her cover of “Let’s Have Another Cup of Coffee” Exene asked the crowd if they knew who Herbert Hoover was?  The best response she got was “he’s like Raegan…”  When she asked if Hoover was good or bad, the crowd didn’t really know how to respond.  I just got a kick out of the little moment where I’m watching Sloth’s mom sing, and she’s talking about Herbert Hoover, and everyone in the room shows that they know a bunch more about Facebook than about Herbert Hoover, and that if you wanted to write a dissertation on the yout’s of America, and on just the way the world’s going in general, well I’m pretty sure you could dig out some pretty cool metaphor’s from this reference point.           

                Like I said, they finished with “Jackson,” and it’s never a bad idea to cover the Man in Black.  I assume that Exene, and the Shining Twins, and Buddy Head (ed. note: who dj’d and hosted, and invited mine and gorilla’s dirty asses), all went on to further debaucheries the rest of the night, I was however minus the original contents of my pocket, and minus the care to pay 12 dollars for another small ass glass of whiskey.  Thus, Gorilla shuttled me homeward, and I passed out only to be awoken rudely by the Bill Payer Alarm, which signaled that it was Wednesday, and it was both figuratively and literally, time to wake up.

             All that being said, if you’d like to apply for the job of official person that drives Go-Rilla and I around while we do stupid shit in Los Angeles please send and email to www.jaminthevanproductions.com with the subject line “Designated Driver,” don’t everyone jump up at once!

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Quote for the Day: Someone whom I wish wasn’t my mother – “We’re gonna do your mushrooms today, we did someone else’s yesterday.”
Track for the Day: Son of Mr. Green Genes,” by Frank Zappa off of Hot Rats.

Links for the Day:

You damn right I “Kill it in the Morning.”  That is if we are referring to the toilet bowl... (via Stereogum)

Oh, so you’ll thrash that dinky studio, but you won’t fuck around in our beast?  Pussies… (via Daytrotter)

Creepy name, good song… (via RCRDLBL)

I can picture dude’s momma bein’ all like “aaah Terrius!  Aaaaah Terrius!  Why ain’t you listenin’ a me Terrius!!!”  it sounds funnier in my head cause I gave her a funny voice. (via Stereogum)

Songs about my friend Mary J… (via The Fader)

– “Chick Super Group,” meh

Heady… (via Aquarium Drunkard)

Lessons in dubbiness… (via Spin)

How’s about clap your own damn hands... (via The AV Club)

I would jump in a Youth Lagoon if that meant they’d bring back the real Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, or some kind of good cartoons, fuck Sponge Bobs… (via Spin)

When will I be able to stream the Smart Smart Girls album? (that was terrible I know)…(via The Fader)

Holy Shit… (via Some Velvet Blog)

Video present from Christmas and the bros Felice… (via Fat Possum)