is it not safe to say that fugazi and really anything any of these guys have done just beyond reproach? it's true, a little retarded but as one of the comments in one of these videos says "ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce PUNK ROCK"
um. all i can say is these are the best. both of them.
thanks jessica for showing me the glee club version.
it takes the shirtless kids and guy picciottos most excellent dance moves to the next level. and if you were 15 and at fugazi and other hc shows like this, as i was, it sort of takes it even beyond that. special would be a good word.
and while were at it i'll show you this gem i found while looking at fugazi vids. and that will be it for the vids for awhile. keep yr eyes peeled cause i am pretty sure that in addition to the spiv, and staab i see jams canty, juan carrera, and dante ferrando (iron cross!) in the background. this was 1991 and there is something very jesus jones or emf about this video. is it the style that it was shot in? the general colors of the clothes? some of the dancing? i don't know. maybe it's just that bright yellow hat on that one guy. . regardless.... this performance is sick.
i don't really think there needs to be another Los Angeles Gun Club blog post. i mean how many times is it appropriate neccessary to post photos i took of rented handguns?
but i am gonna do it anyway cause it was a special occasion. it's only really fun to go there with people from places like the UK or Canada. places where gun clubs do not exist and the notion of one is totally insane. instead of the notion that i have that it's insane that they don't exist. i mean... i don't care whatsoever if they get rid of the 2nd amendment tomorrow. but since we all grew up knowing that if you want to go get a gun you can it seems crazy that some people can't. but those are the very people that make it so fun to shoot guns.
can i impersonate a right wing reactionary for a minute? can i channel bill o'reilly? can i have some fun on election day? the same day i voted in my first CA election, voting along with the gov on indian gaming issues (what do i care if they get to set the rules on their gaming income? surely the white man has dictated how they do plenty of shit throughout history. so whatevs) SO! what is it that makes taking canadians or brits or other people that tsk-tsk our school shootings and call us war mongering imperialists so funny? dudes! it's the look on their face when they see that massive array of handguns and shotguns they can rent after a 5 minute demo! it's their shaking hands as they take aim and wildly miss the target with their first bullet. it's them posing with their handguns like a british safari goer poses with his endangered animal kill. that's what.
so my friends justin and olga were here from toronto. CANADA. they claim that there is no where to shoot guns in canada. i find that hard to believe. but that's what they claim. at least in the urban area of toronto (the new york of canada, someone once told me), a place where you don't even have to have a drivers license! jeez. if you're from canada hanging in LA must be like trying to breathe underwater.
at the gun range justin and olga asked about 98% more questions from the attendant than anyone else i have ever been there with. which is to say they asked 3 questions.
post trigger pull bliss
i was looking at this and thinking that if we concentrated as hard on other areas of our lives as we do when we are shooting loaded weapons we'd probably all be better off.
this is what it would look like if we could breathe in outerspace and there was a los angeles gun club there.
honorary americans.
then i dropped them off in venice beach and fought that awesome american traffic all the way back to the east side.
shayla laid over in LA for a day. we hunted for photos. we ate ramen.
we followed a porsche cayenne towards mount wilson. we were turned away by some caldot people. boulders on the road they said. landslides. last i heard they told the cayenne "listen. if you want your 'nice' car smashed by a boulder i'll let you go." little did i know shayla HATES porsche cayennes. and she poses a pretty reasonable argument. if you want a porsche, get a porsche. simple. she left for her tropical vacation.
landslides. it was raining forever. my neighborhood gets tropical when it comes down. the green comes out and waterfalls arrive.
winter here is like summer in texas. summer in ohio. giant clouds moving at a good clip. brilliant sunshine followed by a flash flood. it always stops though.
late night visit. i always blamed the gardner for moving the door mat all around. now i see it's the next door neighbor. this skunk walks by my windows every night between 11 and 11:15 pm. if i don't see him i can tell cause it's like someone opened a bag of weed in the next room and i get a little waft of skunk. this particular night he wrestled with this door mat while i snapped away.
late january resolution. daily walking in the park.
the sunset. lately i've been home to see it. i became addicted to them in hawaii.
it's been windy too. the ground. my car. the streets. all littered with dead palm fronds.
welcome to the jungle.
then kid sister came to town. so good. it's rare that i enjoy a hip hop show. she was amped on sugar free red bull. short sweet.
she wore gold shoe too. they are capturing the so cal zeitgeist of january 2008.
too bad i'll miss her in australia by just a couple days. she made my weekend, along with a ton of USC kids.
oh yes. kid sister was at the natural history museum. she played in front of the buffalo and next to the seals.
i discovered another mistake billionaires and celebrities make when spending their money. they don't decorate like the natural history museum. add that to the list.
