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Stereophonics @ House of Blues (Hollywood, CA) 01.21.01

I timed my arrival at House of Blues just right. JJ72 was doing something loud and annoying for about two minutes and then they said good-bye. Do I need to mention I’m not a fan? Enough about them though.

I have a problem with a band that lowers the house lights and then proceeds to play a pre-recorded version of one of their own songs to introduce themselves. I know who I’m there to see. I can listen to your CD when I get home. It’s almost as bad as someone showing up wearing a t-shirt of the band that’s playing.

That aside, the band took to the stage in a cocky manor that only the British seem to be able to pull off without being distracting. The band grabbed their instruments and started the set with "Mr. Writer," from one of the best albums of last year, Just Enough Education to Perform. Kelly’s voice was in top shape. Dreamy renditions of "Vegas Two Times," "Have A Nice Day," "Nice To Be Out" and a beautiful performance of ‘Step On My Old Size Nines.’

Fans since their debut release, Word Gets Around, were treated to "A Thousand Trees" as well as other early works such as ‘Hurry Up And Wait’ and "The Bartender and the Thief," both from Performance and Cocktails.

Though the band was in fine form, it wasn’t quite enough for me. I needed them to move around a bit more and talk to the audience. I’m not quite sure what they played for their encore, or if they played one at all. I was out the door a minute after they left the stage. I wanted to be rocked a little more.

Call It A Day

Wanna know what I did today? I woke up at around 11am, though my alarm blasts begining at 10:30am. I sleep well. No trouble there. It’s getting out of bed that seems to be a problem…well, it’s not really a problem because what the hell am I getting out of bed for? Nothing. Remember, I’m voluntarily unemployed. Boy is it fun. Seriously. No, really.

I put on some clothes so I can take my dog outside and rub it everyone’s face that I wake up at 11am. Oh, wait…everyone is at work. Everyone except for Victor. I’ll tell you more about him another time.

Here comes the important stuff…After the dog and I come back inside, I feed her some breakfast, sit down at the computer, read news and blogs, install Mac OS X on my other Mac so I can play with iPhoto and enter a contest with my photos. Wait, there’s more. I get my hair cut, decide to skip an in-store appearance by Starsailor at Amoeba, though I did catch them on Craig Kilborn. Just before that, I watched Jack Black make a nice appearance with the Foo Fighters on David Letterman.

Are you so jealous, or what? I’m feeling quite pathetic, thankyouverymuch.

Oh, and one other thing, B9 d t++ k+ s u- f i- o+ x e++ l c– and I am Johnny Greenwood. Who are you?

Call It A Day

Wanna know what I did today? I woke up at around 11am, though my alarm blasts begining at 10:30am. I sleep well. No trouble there. It’s getting out of bed that seems to be a problem…well, it’s not really a problem because what the hell am I getting out of bed for? Nothing. Remember, I’m voluntarily unemployed. Boy is it fun. Seriously. No, really.

I put on some clothes so I can take my dog outside and rub it everyone’s face that I wake up at 11am. Oh, wait…everyone is at work. Everyone except for Victor. I’ll tell you more about him another time.

Here comes the important stuff…After the dog and I come back inside, I feed her some breakfast, sit down at the computer, read news and blogs, install Mac OS X on my other Mac so I can play with iPhoto and enter a contest with my photos. Wait, there’s more. I get my hair cut, decide to skip an in-store appearance by Starsailor at Amoeba, though I did catch them on Craig Kilborn. Just before that, I watched Jack Black make a nice appearance with the Foo Fighters on David Letterman.

Are you so jealous, or what? I’m feeling quite pathetic, thankyouverymuch.

Oh, and one other thing, B9 d t++ k+ s u- f i- o+ x e++ l c– and I am Johnny Greenwood. Who are you?

Sweet Home California

      

I love Los Angeles, and especially on days when you can see all of the city from the top of a canyon. Today was one of those days, so grabbed the pooch and we headed to Runyon Canyon.

I sent a friend of mine some of the photos I took on my hike. She’s something like 100th generation Californian, thus my thinking she would appreciate the photos. She responded with a wonderful and entertaining, personal account of her California. I thought it was worth posting with the photos. Anyway, here’s my friend’s inspired response:

Ah, Los Angeles, my city. My home. I am the quintessential Los Angeles girl you know, perhaps only lacking in breast size to be completely quintessential. I would need large C’s at least. There’s always plastic surgery. I love my city and it loves me. I was born in Mercy Hospital in downtown. My earliest memories include the Chinese Theatre, seeing the gold man with the horn (on top of the Mormon temple) from the 405 out of the car window. My brother and I always called him the “Horny Man.” My parents always cracked up, but we didn’t get it. I remember when the First Interstate Bank building was the tallest in downtown. I remember feeling earthquakes as a kid and thinking they were fun.

My grandparent’s grew up in highland park and my grandpa used to race his chop top down Figeuroa in the late 30’s. My great grandpa was a carpenter and built sets for movie studios in the 20’s and 30’s. He also built a bunch of houses around the city – in Hollywood, Santa Monica and Alhambra. My grandma went to USC and used to summer in Long Beach with her friends, which was quite the student party place in her time.

Both of my parents grew up in pasadena and my mom used to watch movies for 25 cents every saturday at the Rialto Theatre. My step-father grew up in Palos Verdes and I went to the same high school he did. I even had 3 of the same teachers he did. My grandfather was stationed at Fort MacArthur, in San Pedro for 6 months when he was drafted for WWII.

One of the first times I got high was at age 12. I drove to West Hollywood with my friend’s older cousin, tried to get some transvestites to buy us alcohol, and they invited us to a party up the street instead. I smoked and passed out with a bunch of queens in a fab apartment with all of them exclaiming on and stroking my platinum blonde hair. I cut my hand on broken cymbals once, and trailed my blood down 5 blocks of Highland. I’ve thrown up on Santa Monica Blvd., Hollywood Blvd., Pico, Main St., and La Cienega. Maybe that’s not something to be proud of but i think you get my point. No matter where i live, Los Angeles will always be my home. It is familiar, comforting and it is mine.

View the rest of the Runyon Canyon photos >>

Sweet Home California

      

I love Los Angeles, and especially on days when you can see all of the city from the top of a canyon. Today was one of those days, so grabbed the pooch and we headed to Runyon Canyon.

I sent a friend of mine some of the photos I took on my hike. She’s something like 100th generation Californian, thus my thinking she would appreciate the photos. She responded with a wonderful and entertaining, personal account of her California. I thought it was worth posting with the photos. Anyway, here’s my friend’s inspired response:

Ah, Los Angeles, my city. My home. I am the quintessential Los Angeles girl you know, perhaps only lacking in breast size to be completely quintessential. I would need large C’s at least. There’s always plastic surgery. I love my city and it loves me. I was born in Mercy Hospital in downtown. My earliest memories include the Chinese Theatre, seeing the gold man with the horn (on top of the Mormon temple) from the 405 out of the car window. My brother and I always called him the “Horny Man.” My parents always cracked up, but we didn’t get it. I remember when the First Interstate Bank building was the tallest in downtown. I remember feeling earthquakes as a kid and thinking they were fun.

My grandparent’s grew up in highland park and my grandpa used to race his chop top down Figeuroa in the late 30’s. My great grandpa was a carpenter and built sets for movie studios in the 20’s and 30’s. He also built a bunch of houses around the city – in Hollywood, Santa Monica and Alhambra. My grandma went to USC and used to summer in Long Beach with her friends, which was quite the student party place in her time.

Both of my parents grew up in pasadena and my mom used to watch movies for 25 cents every saturday at the Rialto Theatre. My step-father grew up in Palos Verdes and I went to the same high school he did. I even had 3 of the same teachers he did. My grandfather was stationed at Fort MacArthur, in San Pedro for 6 months when he was drafted for WWII.

One of the first times I got high was at age 12. I drove to West Hollywood with my friend’s older cousin, tried to get some transvestites to buy us alcohol, and they invited us to a party up the street instead. I smoked and passed out with a bunch of queens in a fab apartment with all of them exclaiming on and stroking my platinum blonde hair. I cut my hand on broken cymbals once, and trailed my blood down 5 blocks of Highland. I’ve thrown up on Santa Monica Blvd., Hollywood Blvd., Pico, Main St., and La Cienega. Maybe that’s not something to be proud of but i think you get my point. No matter where i live, Los Angeles will always be my home. It is familiar, comforting and it is mine.

View the rest of the Runyon Canyon photos >>

Dave Pell Predictions

Dave Pell, writer of the NextDraft email newsletter listed his predictions for 2002. I especially found the following to be of particular interest and/or just plain funny.

– CA Governor Gray Davis will become former CA Governor Gray Davis.

– A great guitar band will emerge.

– Creed will be even worse.

– Longer term prediction: W, one term.

The rest of the predictions can be found here.

Dave Pell Predictions

Dave Pell, writer of the NextDraft email newsletter listed his predictions for 2002. I especially found the following to be of particular interest and/or just plain funny.

– CA Governor Gray Davis will become former CA Governor Gray Davis.

– A great guitar band will emerge.

– Creed will be even worse.

– Longer term prediction: W, one term.

The rest of the predictions can be found here.