I went Pearl’s on Saturday. It’s this ubercool art store on La Cienega by Beverly HIlls (there are others in other states also). I bought several canvas boards, acrylics, brushes and other stuff to start painting. I’m giddy in anticipation of going home and creating.

Also, I think I have finally mastered Chopin’s Military Polonaise. It’s really tricky since there are lots of chord progressions. Now I have to master his Ballad Op. 23 and I will be really really happy. I just wish I have a better piano to practice on. My 20-year old Yamaha upright just isn’t cutting it anymore.

I feel like I’m going out of my mind. There’s this feeling of uneasiness underlying everything right now. It’s driving be crazy right now. Ugh.

Other than that, I’ve been progressing right along in Ulysses. I’m on page 210 right now. All I can say is it’s a long read. Damn the land!

RIP Dee Dee Ramone. 2 down 2 to go. Whose next? Anyone wanna make bets?

Last night, I went to The Wherehouse to purchase tickets to tonight’s show. This is always a fun experience. First I tell her that I need to purchase tickets via Ticketmaster. She nods her head, talks to her co-worker some more about a homeless guy she met at the local park, then sashays her way over to the counter. Lovely.

Then I tell her I need “tickets to Bratmobile at the Roxy tomorrow night.” She looks at me blankly for a while in a state of total confusion. I could hear the gears in her squeak as she was trying to think whether she had heard of the band before and could utter something cool. Instead, she merely types it into the computer. She then mutters, “The Locust,” in a tone that suggests that she has heard of the band before. “Oh, they’re this great band from San Diego,” I reply to try and get her into some sort of conversation. “Imagine the greatest songs in the world condensed to 45 seconds.”

“Mmm hmm,” was the only thing she could muster. “They’re going to be there as well.”

This is exactly why I like going to shows where you just pay a cover at the door. There’s no need to go to some third party to obtain entrance rights. I don’t know. Maybe I have no patience anymore. Mmm hmm.

This little kitty needs to schlep his ass to Ticketmaster and get tix to tomorrow night’s show for Bratmobile, The Locust and Neon King Kong at the Roxy. I’m sure I’ll have fun trying to find parking on Sunset. Ugh.

After the show, I have to traverse through the traffic across town to Downtown LA for an art opening. I’ve been known to get lost through those streets, so I’m hoping that I make it there in one piece.

Days after the fact, I’m so happy to know that The Locust and Lightning Bolt are coming into town together in August. For that entire week, I’ll be bouncing up and down in anticipation. Ooooooh! AND Get Hustle is going to be here late next month. I think my head is going to explode from all of this.

Okay. Now that I got that out of my system, I should probably get some work done. Jyes.

Hump day hath arriveth. Giving in to my bout of heterosexuality, I am going to watch the Lakers pummel the Nets tonight. I’ll perhaps do some writing… I don’t know yet. Tonight sounds good to just lie around.

Of all of the shows to watch, the most inane is probably The Hamptons on ABC. Of course I watched it. The show depicts a bunch of rich white people partying at the Hamptons. It had about all of the relevance of George Washington’s testicles. I don’t know what this show accomplished. The human story? The dramas of a summer in paradise? Who really gives a flying rat’s ass about whether some dumb bitch gets her picture in Vogue or not? Ugh. I am curious as to how the show did in the ratings. I wonder whether it was a complete flop (as it should be).

I’m just going crazy. Or maybe I have always been like this. I dunno.

I got my tax refund check on Thursday. It’s a pretty nice sum this year so I have all of these images in my head of what to spend it on. It’s quite nice to be able to have a little somethin’ in the bank account. Some of the money is going to buy some acrylics and canva. I have this urge to start painting and let out some creative sludge. Who knows? Maybe I will be able to sell a couple of paintings. Now THAT would be a horrible joke.

I don’t know how this happens, but for the amount of time I was out of the house this weekend, most of it was spent in a fit of ennui. Hopefully this weekend will be better. I’m going to a Bratmobile release party in Hollywood where San Diego band The Locust will be playing. Those guys are fucking insane. After that, theres an art opening in Downtown LA that seems pretty interesting. Free booze, some schmoozing, the entire LA thing.

I should really get on top of my writing. It’s been seriously lacking for the last couple of months. Chop chop

My aunt from Dallas made a surprise appearance this weekend. I haven’t seen her in nearly 3 years. I’m finding much joy making fun of the fact that she lives in Texas and loves it. I’ve made plenty of low blows which I stand behind completely. When I asked her what kind of culture exists in Texas, she replies, “Cowboys!”. I just snickered.

I’m amazed I still have the stamina to read Ulysses I forget how tough it is to read. Must finish….