31 August 2009

Daily Heavy Metal Hit


My mental expression.
Photo: Karl-Mikael Björklid

29 August 2009

Let's Play Four Square

Let It Be, 1970
Shout At The Devil, 1983
I've already picked out Crüe for having "inspired" covers; their Too Fast For Love Cover is similar to Rolling Stones' Sticky Fingers. But they're trying to touch the Beatles? Let's see. Vince is no Sir Paul, sorry. And Nikki cannot imitate the enigma that is John, even if you did attempt to cover Helter Skelter. Remember how that turned out? Me either, I mentally blocked the horror from my brain. But Ringo is such a Mick. And George, my fave of the fab four, and Tommy, the hottest glam rocker since Marc Bolan, are in the same position. Of course. Save the best for last, non?

About Not Making It To The Rhodes

Sorry, Band, but I couldn't walk all the way down there. You should have come and partied with us. That being said, I'd like to thank L and Vexxx for being there and holding my hair and patting my back and whatever. I love you Babe and I'm sorry that my head didn't take so well to the pirate juice. Thank you G for trying to help me as best you could. Thank you Dad for being so understanding and caring. And thank you C for long-distance caring. I hope the show was good!
So now, after thirteen deep hours of sleep, I'm showered, I'm being self-fed and my stress level is wonderfully low since the mother figure is absent at the moment. I'm just sad that I only have two crushed cigarettes left. That's never a good thing to wake up to.

27 August 2009

Daily Gorge: It's Been A Long Time Since I Rock N' Rolled


The Rhodes Friday 28 August
Photo: Karl-Mikael Björklid

Back To Reality

Been tossing and turning
Yearning for you
Its good to be back in your arms.

22 August 2009

Can't Leave Without Leaving Hot Tunes

Daily Gorge: Taking Time To Be

Taking a few days off to go into the wild. Perhaps I'll take a swim au naturel, non?
Photo: Sally Mann

19 August 2009

The Mid-Week Circus, Live at The Palace



Prostitutes and violentmen, we present to you The Rolling Stones.
5 Things You Need When Traveling in Dense Urban Areas:
1. A bottle of Castillo rum
2. Several large swordfish
3. A shopping trolley
4. Randy Rhodes action figure
5. 3-D glasses

18 August 2009

Daily Gorge

Sexy biker dude, Woodstock 1969
Photo: NME

17 August 2009

Oatmeal and Granola

I Love...My Car

What is it? It's all the hash I'm gonna be hauling around in my little red van. Cops will never know.

16 August 2009

Honey

Letting me go was hard for you. But letting me realize where I would be most happiest, all on my own, was the best thing for both of us.
I love you!

13 August 2009

Fashion's Ladder

Jeisa Chiminazzo by Mert and Marcus, a few years back

Victoria Beckham's new Armani ads
Jeisa wins hardcore.

R.I.P. Legend


I was kind of put off guard when I reviewed my "This guitar has seconds to live" and within two days guitar legend Les Paul is dead at 94. In retrospect, he has made legend and has been strummed by the best. (Oh. That came out so wrong.)

09 August 2009

A Piece of Cake and Then Back To Pictures

Summer has been a long stretch of sunny (albeit smoky) days with a great bunch of hooligans and friends. There's been annoying moments, like little J setting fire to a paper bag while we were all sitting around-what was he trying to do, turn the place in Auschwitz? But mostly it was a time to be with really interesting people. Some highlights:
  • Playing beer pong at Vexxx's crib, watching Harry Potter ('watching' isn't really the right word, more like accusing Draco of performing fellatio on Severus Snape) then me and L moving to my floor, chain-smoking and having a wicked intense conversation to the soundtrack of Led Zeppelin.
  • Me and Vexxx making a giant slide into a water slide-contra-mudslide, and killing that thing. We walked home as mud monsters and spent the night making Stoner Meals (Ingredients: Mashed potatoes, Ramen, and hot sauce. Mix.), watching Beavis and Butthead, and beating the system.
  • Getting drunk in the park, then Pyro and I taking a doze, each of us claiming one of Vexxx's legs as a pillow. Then we had to help Pyro up and to the gazebo, only to have him jump up, yell like a crazy mofo and tackle Tyler.
  • Taking extremely hot photos with L, C, and Vexxx. Let's just say I know how to maneuver around metal poles.
  • The Attic Night, for sure. Running around with Vexxx, Pyro, L, and the gang, running to, from and into Luther (AH!) and shacking up in the attic was priceless.
  • Going to Rhodes concerts, the cornerstone of any amazing summer.
  • Then meeting you, you know who you are. You changed my fucking perception on everything, honey.

And I haven't even started writing the story yet.

Champagne and Reefer

Daily Gorge

Damn you sexy 70's-esque men.
Photo: Julie Dennis Brothers

07 August 2009

Daily Gorge

So stunning.
Photo taken in Afghanistan

To My Mötley Crue

Fuck 'em and forget 'em. We rule the world, non?
Photo: Sally Mann, from Immediate Family

05 August 2009

Daily Gorge: A Time To Relax

Sit back and enjoy life and love.
Photo: British Vogue, 1980s

Rest In Beauty

Naomi Sims, widely respected as the first African-American supermodel, has passed at the age of 61.
Photo: Stan Shaffer c. 1967

04 August 2009

What Exquisite Emotions

This makes me want to be in the ocean. Yo te quiero, Boricua...
Photo: Marisa Berenson c. 1970's

03 August 2009

I Love...Excess Done With Attitude

From the Jember Fashion Carnival, Indonesia
credit: Jezebel

A Real Woman

You tried to play me like a fool
Thinkin' that I wouldn't see it
But boy, I've seen men
And they know how to act

So I'm changing my tastes
From crumbs to caviar
Stepping up my game
From go fish to monopoly

And you just can't keep up
So you can fall behind
Watch me be loved right
And be driven out of your mind

When you see me on the street
Holding my head up high
Walkin' proud like a real woman should
Just go home and cry
Cry 'cos you lost a real woman

A woman with hips
Ready for love
And lips soft as rose petals red
Cry 'cos you lost a real woman

With my golden brown curls
And a laugh like bells
Just go home and cry
Cry 'cos you lost a real woman

[Author's Note: I haven't written poetry in a while, to be honest. It's nice to convert my feelings into something more abstract. Slightly more abstract.]