I called Dakota Sunday afternoon to wish her a Happy Birthday and she seemed to have appreciated the gesture, because she called me later to make plans to meet up. I joined her at Kelsey's where she had to decorate for XXXmas and promised to join me at Ranalli's where we could celebrate proper.
I got to my hang out at about 930 and Linguini introduced me to his entire family who had come up from Mexico City to take the guy home. His sister Miriam was incredibly hot and I had a hard time not staring her down. She was tiny, well built and Hispanically beautiful. All beer was $1 and all mixed drinks were $2. And it was getting crowed fast. Tom came over and we chatted and he introduced me to his friend Carlos who came from Brazil, and I met his friends. The had recognized me from the taping of Family Business. Also, Linguini told his mother about it, because he was our waiter that day and will be on the show. I swear that is not going to happen fast enough, being on that show.
The party was fun and I caught up with Sue Ranalli and told her of some if my recent adventures. She always seems interested even if she isn't. However being she asks I guess I should assume she's interested. It was midnight and I had accepted the fact by then that Dakota was not coming, five minutes later I see a lady peering in at me and it's her, and she was loaded. It seems that the staff at Kelsey's had plowed her with shots, but she still made it to see me. That's when a rather subdued party kicked into high gear and became a party. She was salsa dancing and posing for photos with and having a good time as a birthday girl should. I was in a mellow mood and had a hard time keeping up with her, but this night was 4 months in the making and the last time we hung out she was a little weirded out by NEO. She's more of a Harley girl and that's fine by me. I do think that no matter where she went that she would have had a good time that night. And I liked seeing her that way. I always suspected she had a wild side to her I just never really got to see it. Well I sure saw it last evening. Thus another reason she's such a cool chick.
Last call came not a moment too soon, I was beat, in pain from my fall and not feeling any better. My bed was calling and I succumbed.
Happy Birthday you living doll, and farewell my friend Linguini. Hopefully we'll meet across the border.
How I am not in the hospital is a miracle. I fell down about 30 steps backwards last night and was knocked out cold. Nikk carried me up the stairs and I woke with bruises all over me and dried blood in my hair. I feel it now. I'm in pain.
Before that everything was perfect.
Paul picked me up and we went to Ranalli's where he joined the Beer Mafia. The MK family is growing by leaps and bounds. The we went over to the big bash at 1930 N Seminary where we shot the SUBSONIC video awhile back. There were ots of people there some old faces and many new. Most of them were Columbia students which makes them very easy to be around.
Paul and I went out to the Alley to relieve ourselves at one point and Jenn walked up. Oops. I wonder if there is ever a time this woman isn't smiling, and that makes her very easy to be around. A little while later Dietrich showed up with Melissa and Nikk came into the bash and we proceeded to tear it up. I gotta say we're becoming quiet the team.
After we left the party we went into NEO and had a ball, and when I came home I took the backwards fall down the steps. everyone of them from what I'm told.
I rested up all day and tonight is Linguini's going away party at Ranalli's. Dakota just called and she's going with, and Paul and Greg are supposed to join me. I hope Jenn makes it, but she sounded really tired this morning when she called.
In a lot of ways I wish I would have just died. Life is killing me.
So I have an obligation to drop into this party and then spend the next two week promoting Alc O Holiday. Hope to see you there.
Now I would like to share with you a song I can't quit playing. It says it all about me pretty much.
Well fire it up
Chop one out
Somebodys got to know
That I'm two days in
I got two days left to go
Cause I am Georgia
I am Memphis Tennesee
I am everything
Hollywood wants to be
I am love and I am hate
I'm your late night drunk debate
But you'll never put
Your finger on me
Have you ever seen the sun
Over the Rocky Mountains shinin
Or touched the sands
Of a southern Florida beach
Have you seen a grown man cry
Or a child thats slowly dying
Have you looked inside
To see all that you can see
And I am North and South Dakota
And New York City
I am everything Hollywood wants
I am love an I am hate
And all the critics can debate
But they will never put a finger
No you'll never put a finger on
Have you seen the Nothern Falls
Or the midwest seasons changing
A Montana storm
Or a warm Kentucky rain
Have you heard the love that sings
Over the inner city sidewalks
Have you risen above
All that leads to hate
And I am Boston and D.C.
And all of Detroit Rock City
I am everything
That Hollywood wants to be
I am southern rock-n-roll
Country and hip hop soul
And youll never put a finger on me
Im a father and and I'm a friend
I'm your brother till the end
But youll never put your finger on me
I am only God knows why
I'll be a cowboy till I die
But you'll never put you
Finger on me
You'll never put your finger on me
You'll never put
You'll never put
Put your finger on me
- Kid Rock
Well for the very first time I met my beast friend Bobs entire family and it was really nice. They were all great people and everyone, including the men seem to know how to cook. I had a wonderful time and hope to see them all again after the new year.
I am so full I almost fell asleep on the train. I was ready a HST bio and nodding off. And I had Key Lime Cheesecake for desert, and oh yeah, some really killer hillbilly cornbread stuffing. His brother smoked a turkey and his sister in law baked another. There was a lot of food. A LOT.
I had a good time, thanks to the Turks! And to you Newbomb!
There is a full moon out tonight, aghhhh, I feel the need for .......
To Be Continued
This is a more detailed summary of what was posted here yesterday afternoon.
The Old Man Is Back. Old Man Winter that is.
Tuesday they talked of snow on the 11 AM news for today. Then at 5 the NBC 5 weatherman stated that only 1 time in the last 100 years did Chicago ever got snow the day after a 50 degree day like we had yesterday. He proceeded to explain, "This means we only have a 1% or a 10% chance of snow for tomorrow." Well, he freaking lied. I was taking my walk and was in that stuff for an hour and I'm still soaked. The wind from the time I woke was insane. The back door of my place kept blowing open, and while I was walking I saw people fighting to keep their umbrellas in tact, saw those big heavy duty plastic dumpsters blown up against and on top of cars. The banners on north Clark Street were ripping apart in the wind and I got the heck off of that street cause if anyone would get hit on the head with one of the metal rods that secure the tops and bottoms of these things, it would be AZ. When I picked up my mail I had to peep the layers of wet garments off of my skin shell in order to function enough to unlock the box and pick up my mail, which consisted of 27 Adult Films and a bunch of Heavy Metal CD's. I commented to Brett, "Didn't I come in here 2 days ago wearing shorts?" I hadn't wrapped myself up like thins since I went white water rating in Valdez Alaska in 35 degree water. And by the time I arrived back here and aw the news, power was going out all over town. November in Chicago is here and it's cold and wet and nobody can remember how to drive.There were accidents everywhere.
Winters in Chicago can be brutal. remeber that cold remedy commercial from few years ago, "For the Chicago cold."
I called off all plans for Rizzo's by afternoon, because I'm not going to stand in this for a bus or a cab just to go there for an hour or 2 for champagne, cosmos and sushi, and go in a nice place like Rizzos covered in slush. . PauI would be late, Marc would be late, Greg wouldn't show, and Mike J wouldn't be able to make crosstown trafic in time to join us for libations and delacsies. So there was no point. I had an option and contacted my Mutley Krue and made plans to meet elsewhere later.
There are no planes landing at O'Hare right now, we're getting an inch an hour they just said and 2.5 hours from the airport to downtown.
At 7 I was pretty psyched because I'd get to see Smallville for the first time in months since I began hitting BW3 at 6ish. But no go, they has some teen Mandy Moore Movie on so I sat here at my desk and worked on the site some more. It was ThanXXXgiving Eve and some things were not meant to be.
And then I got the call.
My plans for Thursday night, Friday night, and Saturday were cancelled. My feelings were a little offended becasue it was a holiday weekend, nobody would be around, and I had planned on this for over a month. Oh well, I'm not really all that surprised.
At 8 I arrived at BW3 took a seat at the bar instead of the dining room, ordered 5 Caribbean Jerk legs and a couple beers. Paul actually arrived on time considering the weather, and Marc and Kris beat me and already had piles of food in front of them. We had a good time talking and Paul and I stayed to chat about movies for another hour or so. He said we could probably get together and do something Friday night so that fills in a void somewhat. I guess Friday I can pack and get some work in motion. All of my interns are gone for the weekend so I can't get too much done.
I have 2 parties to attend this weekend. I'm looking forward to being surrounded by smiling faces again. Mike and the gang are good rock n roll people. Luckily for me they're In meiner Nachbarschaft.
Okay with that said, please have a safe and fulfilling holiday. I give thanXXX for my friends and am off to indulge in couple of the seven deadly sins. I'd like to commit one of each by next week.
Mit Aufrichtigkeit und sündigt - AZ
Here it is after 2 AM and I cannot sleep. This is not pleasant, I have too much on my mind. I wish I could relive last night all over again. It was seriously some of the most fun I've ever had in one night. I cannot wait to get the rest of the photos. The pix I did receive from SuZn cheered me up and took me back. That was one happy bunch. Good friends.
I'm sure because I was VIP I missed a lot of friends, who were on the floor but really I would not change a thing. I bumped into a lot of people and shook hands etc, but pretty much kept myself occupied.
Hey Blake if you're reading this get in touch. We need to cath up wonder boy.
Maybe I'd be more tired if I had not laid in bed till 330 but being I was out till after 4 AM dealing with bands I need as much of that time as I can get. So I'm researching some things online. Besides there's not much work to be had being that the industry pretty much shuts down this week, so I don't feel like I wasted any time. I've got one more day to rest and then it's a packed weekend. DAMMIT. I just want to sleep. And sleep a lot. Or walk in the zoo, yeah, that'd be nice.
One thing I think for sure I'm going to see the new Blue Men Group show next, and that for sure will be a good time.
Talked with Prong founder / Danzig guitarist Tommy Victor today. They have 8 new songs in the can and I'm trying to help find them a manager. John from I LOVE RICH buzzed me about the new record which echoes true brilliance. Ron Marks Celtic Frost/ Subsonic called about the work we're doing together, his video (awesome) and to consul me. But other than that as you can see by the news updates nothing is happening. hence, I SHOULD BE SLEEPING.
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With Candy XXX aka Suzan and Jennifer
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with Mike Scaccia and Jennifer
with SuzN, some of Hanzel and Gretyl and Jennifer
Charlies Angels From HELL
Somone slipped me a Mickey
Half a punk rock Alex Zandwich
Aftershow Chill Out
In the corporate world of the House Of Blues and all of their ultra strict rules, I cannot recall a more perfect night at any show ever. Now it does help when the band you're coming to see are made up of people you've had an ongoing relationship with for 12 years and that relationship has grown into a tight friendship. And a bond rarely experience in the music business.
Paul and I arrived at the House Of Blues at 5 after 5 and we walked backstage to find Vas and Loopy from Hanzel Und Gretyl, they were a little late due to some weather and a breakdown in Colorado, and we found Suzan from Bozo Porno Circus and snuck her in. At 6 we went to the bands dressing room and chatted with the entire group and it was hilarious. Loopy is a ficking riot anyway, and it's always great to see Anna who used to play bass in Drain STH, who is as hot to look at as she is on bass. Paul did most of the interview and I sat on Suzan's lap and injected a few queries of my own. We wrapped up and went down to the restaurant where we met up with my nigga Afra and his krue, Grego, Brad, SuzN, and Jennifer. Then I grabbed my all access passes and we roamed the House of Blues as one would his own sonic temple. Somehow I had managed to get 8 people on the list, so we all convened in the Foundation Room, and wandered back and fourth from the backstage.
We were having a great time but is was about to get better. It's hard to believe that as long as I've known Ministry and Skinny Puppy, and that is a long freaking time, that until this week I had NEVER taken a girl backstage. Friday I took Curiosity and last night I took Jenn. Angie immediately took to her and took me aside and whispered, "we have to leave at 2AM but Al and I have a room in the hotel and we would like you and Jenn to come on up after the show. Don't tell anyone else.", and she gave me the room #. She commented on how hot she though Jenn was and I have to agree, she is quite easy on the eyes, but even more she is a total fucking blast to hang out with. This chick is talented and fun. Somehow she has tolerated me a couple times.
Grego was talking to Mikey and then Angie realized, he was who he was and my best friend so she said I could bring Grego as well.
Al wrapped up an interview and we caught up on the last month. Turns out he's going to produce the new Cheap Trick record and it all happened because of Greg and I. That's a fucking team. We made a couple good jokes and he commented how he told the guys he wasn't about to deal with any sappy ballads. He proceeded to throw his arm around me and said, "Zander, how long have you known me. You know I'm A.D.D. and have an attention span of about 30 seconds." I replied that well you had about 3minutes 40 seconds of Lay Lady Lay. He paused, and then laughed it off.
Angie got me and Jenn some wine and took me aside and asked, "What are you going to do when we move back?" I was stunned and said "WHAT?" She repeated that her and Al were moving back to Chicago and that made my night. I really couldn't fucking believe it. I'm so much happier today knowing this.
Anyway, Greg and I had the fiends box, and the other six with us had another box. I just had to get Jenn into our box and I did. The band geared up and we rocked out. The set was trademark MINISTRY, a sonic assault of anger and angst. And for me it was sonic therapy. Al and Mikey kept looking up and Greg and I and making funny gestures. Ty Coon and Viva Nova were also in the box and Ty was flirting with me as usual. She's pretty funny. We kept the waitress busy and our throats moist with libations. Jenn was sitting on the ledge behind me whipping me with her 3 ft + of braids, so I smelled like vanilla again. The band played till 1 AM and after the encore we joined them backstage and I brought a few of the boys into the F. ROOM and Jenn, Grego and I snuck off to Al and Angie's room and hung out till bout 3 AM. Everyone wanted to know what we were up to but we kept hush and had a bit of quiet quality time.
After that the three of us had to shoot into NEO where the ANTHRAX release party I sponsored was going on. We didn't have too much time there since it was getting close to 4 AM and after that I was in bed till 336 this afternoon.
It's going to be nice and quiet for the next few weeks. I really have no other shows on the horizon which is a break I need. It's been a nutty couple of months. But seeing Ministry and Skinny Puppy 3 times in the latter half of this year was a really nice thing.
Tomorrow I have a VIP soiree at Rizzo's and hopefully a few of my best will show up. Then it's Turkey with the Hoeksemas.
All in all it was one of the best nights I've had in months and I had great company. My graditude to all involved
i so cannot wait to meet this viXXen. karlton is the best glamour photobug in he biz. love ya man. hi amber!
I spent yesterday going over and over in my head why why why why why. And then it was dumped on me. An email that was mailed out last month to a lot of people that revealed intimacies I shared and blatant lies and ridiculous accusations, that even stuped so low as to involve MY family. Why can't I be happy. It's because the person doing this to me cannot be happy. And here is a hilarious example of what is being spewed. I think those of you in the know will find is at funny as I. And the music industry would certainly scoff as well. I think my savvy speaks for itself.
*One of the main reasons Alex's magazine switched from
music to porn is because he burned so many bridges in
the music industry and has no idea how to run a
business. So he had to tap new resources where he
knew there would be money and they weren't hip to his
lack of business ethics.
Last night I met up with Salon Scott after the Velvet Revolver show. Neo took very good care of us. The band didn't show up. Which is better for me in the long haul. Scott's entourage was great. very nice hair all of them, especially his wife. I was exhausted but hung in there like a trooper. I also found some closure, but not complete closure to a recent dilemma. I know now I will not.
Talked to my main man Jason a good bit. I could not handle talking to anyone else much other than he. The magnitude of the contents off the accusation against me are enough for me to deal with.
I'm going to talk to Elizabeth Star today, and see my friends in MINISTRY tonight and then somehow make the Anthrax release party.
Tomorrow is a new day, and that will be the start of some massive damage control. Be content that I am not someone who spews out venomous intimacies about things the world should not know. Or should it.
That I ponder. I ponder hard today and will decide tomorrow.
Now, I've got a new issue to crank out. Wait till you see this one. Merry XXXmas.
Thank you for permitting me to have a good time.
With a Cathy and Jennifer before Transit
A man can learn a lot in an evening and if not a summer. I am constantly reminded from time to time despite the circumstances why it is impossible to trust women.The more beautiful, the more dangerous. If not by the actions I behold as an observer slash entertainer, I am forced to see it in the fact that the woman I once loved more than life itself, expose the fact that she has evolved into a total blatant fucking whore that if I would have known she were capable of such acts, I would have avoided her like the plague she is met, or carries for that fact, when we were introduced. If one disease isn't enough, maybe the terminal disease will be the result.
Friday night Skinny Puppy were wonderful, and Ogre provided my date and I with aftershow passes. We played the game of the promoters and then went back and were in and out of the backstage in a matter of minutes. For me it was more that I wanted and desired more time with her than the band. Hence NEO.
with Aaron and Gwen
They made my drinks stiffer than ever and the result was yesterday which sucked ass. And I found myself more confused than ever before. EVER. Seeking the advice and wisdom of my closest bros and my lil brother, I had to carry on because of the vow I had made to a number of people to entertain them at the expense of Transit and my main man Aaron. The entire purpose of the celebrating had eclipsed. But being a man of my word I strode forward and went on with business.
We arrived at the US Beer Company early, Karlton, Natalie and I. The venue was full of ballcaps and Trixies. I exchanged hugs and kisses with Gwen, vocalist of Grigori 3 and we opted for Ranalli's till the showtime of 1120 PM. At Ranalli's I was greeted with open arms as always, free beer and pizza. Paul and Marcos and Mondo joined us, and we chilled for a few, looked at the pretty girls and I lamented over the order of the Beer Mafia photos arrangement over my head, a reminder of what was, will and can never be, and what I am unable to recall.
We arrived at US Beer by 1115 and the death metal act that was playing prior to G3 was still performing their horrendous set. I rapped with Jamie from Acumen who had just arrived from Seattle after their tour w/ KMFDM and Ray Ray of Chacopa formerly of Swidden, and ran into the pint sized beauty Jennifer who I had met and partied with a few weeks earlier after the BILE show and I invited her and her friend to the after party VIP event I was originally hosting for my dearly departed at Transit.
G3 final went on and Gwen was amazing as was the band considering the less than satisfactory acoustics of US Beer and it's fly paper floor.
Paul and I split for Transit pre mid set and were stunned by the massive line of about 200 people trying to get in which was 80% pretty Japanese females. Grego would have shot in his pants. They were tiny, they were cute and they were speaking a language completely removed from my comprehension. As we made our way to the door where we were told not to wait in line, just to say my name, a huge brawl occurred on the street and a couple dozen of who they feel are Chicago's finest arrived on the scene and blocked the street. Oddly these happenings never really happen at the shows or places we frequent, but where the mainstream converge is more than just typical. About 20 minutes later we were escorted in, Aaron found us and took us to our VIP area and began to plow us with SHAM PAIN. (ya) It was myself, Paul, Natalie, Karlton, Vera, Marcos, Mondo and we were joined later by the band Grigori 3, 1/2 of MARAZENE (Nikk and Dietrich) Mike Girek, and some others who found there way to us. Not to mention the fine ladies of Transit and my wonderful waitress Karen, who is super sweet and cuddly. Aaron dropped by often and checked on us and would bring another bottle of SHAM PAIN. Lots of Champagne. Lots of photos were taken and many posed for by patrons who wanted to be part of my entourage. Karen gave us some freebies and me more than a few kisses. I really think all wait staff should be like her. At least for me it is good. Our pint sized hot thang Jennifer and her friend came in but was unable to locate us so they seemed to have exited and we found her later in the AM. (for some bizarre reason I cannot get the scent of her hair out of my nostril cavity)
As much fun as I endured I could not forget the thing that had been bugging me all day. I would occasionally share my dilemma with my buds, but tried as much as possible to keep myself busy by playing the role of ringleader. I fought my feelings and continued to indulge in my circus apocalypse. This had turned into my night as opposed to a celebration of infatuation, and it was going as good as it could get.
w/ the boyz
We kicked it at Transit for as long as they allowed and at last call shot off to the Exit where I found Girek and our lovely Jenn and then we all drove to my place where as we entered the apartment daylight had alraeady found us and we sat, laughed played music, mindgames and were astonished to see someone with another person who wasn't supposed to be with that person.
Infidelity. Hence, my opening stament. Why am I not surprised. I guess I'm numb, jaded and continuously disgusted with the continuing reminder of why we as men are cursed to be so obsessed with the fairer sex. Not weaker because she has the power, oh, yes, and we alpha males wage wars for her hand, like mindless fools. Rewind to Ahab Rex's rules. See my myspace.com profile.
It was getting to be 9AM and I was extremely exhausted being that I had been up and mentally abusing myself since 730 AM, I walked my guests to the door, confirmed our plans for Ministry and my replacement option for a companion for this particular evening. *sigh* I guess if I can't have what I want I should at least have the most attractive supplement available. (she probably has a bf too if not a few, don't they all)
So that was my weekend. Puppy, aftershow, late night Neo blackout, a day of regret, a night of rock n roll and star treatment and a day of reckoning. It's no wonder I can't get decent sleep.
Paul is on his way over for tunes. One band will be missing from the playlist that I had hoped to be the man responsible for debuting. But as in life itself, all good things must come to an end. And today is just the beginning.
All of my gratitude to Sue Ranalli, Gwen and G3, Aaron, Bob, Karen and the wonderful staff of Transit, my boys from Marazene, and my love to my lil brother for attempting to consul me and for almost making me laugh. Oh and Jay Dawg in Indiana, you're not just another metal head Hoosier baby. You'll be with me in spirit at Ministry my brother! Kevin for trying and dealing with his own BS and still bending and ear for a bro.
And you, are in my heart. And you know who you are.
Lawrence, Lawrence of Arabia! He was an English man. He came to fight the Turkish!
- Alex Fucking Zander
Everything that should have been perfect went off perfectly, without a nitch, Only one thing was missing. he catalyst for the event at hand. and a if no one knew we rocked out I in the most decadant VIP spoiled fashion known to superstardom.
I accept the fact that I cannot fix what's broken. But I can a least carry on for the sake of MK.
Oh What A Knight
I had an extensive and detailed account of yesterday and last night. Then my PC crashed and I lost it. Maybe it's for the best. I'm a bad boy.
Hung out with Paul, Marc Osorno, Kris, Ahab Rex, Vera, Mondo, Marcos, and many others. Did BW3, Kelsey's, Ranalli's and NEO. Met some lovlies, ate great, rescued some girl, and got my ass pinched.
Climbing Garden Of The Gods Colorado during a simpler time in my life.
Was dreaming about going back out west where I'm taking my Ma's ashes. can't wait to go back here, and get back to Arizona. Maybe this time I won't come back. I'm beginning to wear down with this life. I want a simple,quiet existence again.
Cats and Bats
I'm off to a very late start. Another long Dark Knight. I think I met Catwoman, at least that's what she's calling herself now. DAMMIT! At least it wasn't Harley then I'd really be in trouble. Hours disappeared.
At least I know where I'm welcome. What I don't know is how bad it is for my health.
I really need Saturday to come and go. I'm seriously confused again.
Yo JSIN! Check out this picture of LOBO. HAHAHAHAHA
Talked to Ogre at 930 AM. He was in Cincinnati and Skinny Puppy will be here Friday. And then Ministry is Monday. I have great all access passes and am psyched.
Wow! I took a couple nice long walks during the late afternoon and dropped into Kelsey's for my Monday $1 burger. Curi met me there with a heavy suitcase for her Suicide Girl shoot downtown. She had asked me to go since she would be alone with a stranger in a hotel room, so I was pretty much her intimidating muscle. Normally I wouldn't do such a thing, intruding on a photo shoot, but being I was going as a "chaperone" and not a significant I didn't mind. I know what it's like when the "significant" is present, sometimes he or she gets jealous and it never ends pretty. I've seen it from both sides. Jealousy really brings out the ugliness in people.
Turns out the photographer Steve was pretty cool, and he is also the webmaster for Type O. So we got a long well. As our lil comic book babe got ready Steve and I made small talk, and then when he began shooting I stayed out of the way in the bathroom making business calls. All in all he was pretty quick and everything went well. he was very professional and I gained a lot of respect for the guy, and my lil 'suicide gal" WHO SHOULD BE A viXXXen !!!
We hopped on a bus and dropped into NEO for a few. I left my new leather pants in the DJ booth last week and needed to pick them up. Mr. Hate poured Curi a rum and coke and myself a few Makers and diets. Dann played LA Guns "Over The Edge" and KISS' "Unholy" and we were out of there and on our way to little Tokyo, the land of cartoons. That's what I'm going to refer to her pad as because I loathe Superman, and can't exactly call it the "Fortress Of Solitude".
I finally figured out why she likes the DC character LOBO so much. He's a bad ass mofo that fucks up everyone. So being she commented that I reminded her of him when we met, I am not offended. In fact after checking out the book, I've decided it's next years Halloween costume. I just need to find a Harley Quinn. I had no idea who this guy was at first so she gave me a stack of his comix in order to do my homework. I'm not sure but I think she has every issue, and even has a plushie of LOBO.
It had become apparent to me that she still had not fully recovered from her recent illness and as usual we sat up and looked at comic books and talked about dumb stuff. I think I finally got to sleep around 330 or 4 and was in and out of sleep for a few hours. Her freakin' rabbit was doing backflips in his cage all night and kept knocking CD's over, scaring me out of my sleep.
Got home and started doing updates this afternoon and am trying DAMN HARD to score a few more MINISTRY tickets for Monday. It's hard being everyone's hook up man all the time. Some people better buy me a lot of drinks come Monday. At least everyone involved has brought something to the table so I know this isn't one of those old scenarios where people are using me as they have in the past. That's not going to happen again. But free drinks are always a nice compensation. It's weird how people think just because you are friends with a band that you have unlimited access to their guestlist. And in most cases as we learned last week at the Bottom Lounge with BILE many times the houses rules over rides anyone's wishes. So excuuuuuussssse me. (ladies in on my arm excluded of course).
Gearing up for an excitng weekend.
Saturday was a good day indeed. Somehow I ended up skipping the Laibach show. I couldn't get a hold of Greg and the person I wanted to take in his place has gotten horribly ill.
Erin got in town rally late so sushi was not going to be a reality. I had arranged for her and Marcos to see the Pixies 8 months ago and last night they went VIP ands all. We went to Ranalli's to wait on her and I had a huge buffalo chicken sandwich.Had a pickle as a garnish and thought of someone who would love to have one with me. I freaking love pickles and it's weird knowing someone else with the same affliction. I'm so bad sometimes I go to Potbelly's only to buy the big sliced pickle. (Anyway, I assume you're reading this so Hello! Scmile!) We sat at the bar and saw some old friends Ruth and Tom and the gang and my attention was drawn to a particularly animated and petite but overall a real beauty of a woman. She had a little punk/hipster thing going on. She'd make the perfect ViXXXen. So I waited till she returned from the restroom, and I asked her how old she was. She said 22, I swear she looked every bit of 16, which is the Gauge shtick. So I introduced myself and gave her a card, asked her to look over the site and if she was interested to call me and we'd set up a shoot. Not sure what her impression of the site is but if I don't hear from her I assume it's not her thing.
Despite the end result, Tom was pretty impressed with my approach. I invited the old guy to my little party next weekend at Transit. Looks like I'm having about 15 guests to the VIP.
Marcos left for the show after Erin arrived and I sat a few with Tom and came home. I talked to my friend Kevin in Texas and got some pretty amusing email messages in German from someone whose intellect challenges my own. As does her uncanny ability to recite movie lines. Ever see that episode of Seinfeld where Jerry met Janeane Garafolo, that's exactly how weird this is. Fucking Bizzaro world. When Marcos returned we returned to Ranalli's and the joint was jumping. Jerry Ranalli came over and told me how much he appreciated the business I bring into the restaurant and I thanked him for the staff always being so great to us. We admired the every growing Zander branch of the beer mafia and I pointed out a really cutie of a new addition. And we laughed about the members who have been whacked. I met a few more ladies and it seemed that I was known to them which was sort of surprising. But I guess it's like the line Ron cracked in the same establishment just week weeks before, "You're more famous than everybody."
It seems they are giving me a birthday party at Ranalli's next month, so if any of you would like to be put on the list please send me an email. It's 4 hours for $25 per person, all you can eat and all you can drink. Even Michael Illinsky the photographer from Cincinnati is entertaining the idea of joining us for it. And I got an email from Jesse and she said her birthday was also the 12th. And freaking Jared of Chemlab wrote and his is the 11th. How freaking weird? This is my big one, and everyone is asking me what I want for my birthday. I'm not good at that, though I wouldn't mind the complete Beavis and Butthead or Pee Wee's Playhouse on DVD. But what I really would like other than spending it with all of my great friends is a round trip plane ticket from WV to Chicago. If it were up to me it'd be one way. But you can't always get what you want. Story of my goofy life. If anyone with magic powers can help me, how about a time machine. Anyone????
My annual Alc O Holiday bash is Sunday 12/12 at the Dark Room 2210 W Chicago Ave, Chicago, IL http://www.darkroombar.com/ this is a very swanky bar. I love Rich will be debuting songs from their new album Year Of The Rich www.iloverich.net I will be DJing the event for the first time in 11 years and if all goes well I will have the Frank Sinatra Tribute band Tony Ocean and The Expensive Winos www.tonyocean-sleepwarm.com performing. Ironically the 12th is both my and Frank Sinatra's birthday.
Darkroom began in 2001 with the idea that there is more to a bar than drinks. Combining two of the owners passions, photography and mixology darkroom keeps focus on maintaining a unique environment to showcase local photographers. The space is designed around the bar which also functions as a photographers lightbox keeping true to the nature of the concept. Photo exhibits are centered on one artist allowing for a true gallery experience in the confines of a superb lounge atmosphere.
Alc O Holiday is a 21 and over event
The next big one will be the 10 year anniversary MK Super Show at Durty Nellies. Right after Valentines Day.
Tomorrow I'm sitting in on a Suicide Girl photo shoot to make sure the subject is comforable with the photgrapher. We'll see how that goes. Tune in Tuesday for the scoop.
Paul and I went to the opening party for this new club downtown called Rizzo's which is dubbed Frank Sinatra's home away from home. We were offered free Champagne and sushi. A wonderful combo that is still with me today. If all goes well I'll be having hot green tea and sushi this afternoon. And hot and sour soup baby.
The band playing last night was Tony Ocean and the Expensive Winos and the did a lounge act that was 95% Frank Sinatra and % Rod Stewart for whatever reason. The Sinatra stuff was amazing and if I can swing the funds they will be playing Alc O Holiday on 12/12 with I LOVE RICH. Ironically, 12/12 is Frank Sinatra's and my birthday. So if anyone wants to know what I want for my birthday, it's this band, cause what I really want ain't in the fucking cards. I must have been dealt the fools card again.
Anyway, it was pretty funny because Paul and I were certainly the youngest men there and we stood that the front of the band and I was downing the champagne as fast as the killer bartender, who I must say was quite smooth with the ladies, Denny Reza could our them. It wasn't long before a few of the "ladies" were hitting on Paul and I and we were fighting back the laughter. We couldn't help but smile though. These dames were in their mid 30's and up. Some of them could have been the mothers of the cap heads who were trying to start shit with us at Birds Nest. One of the women who seemed to giving me a bit more attention than I preferred was spotted either by her husband or her date and he wasted no time in getting right between us. That got a chuckle out of me. Good to meet you too pal.
We hung out il abut 9 and hit a party that was going on next door and I got some bad news and found a bad way of dealing with it.
This morning I watched Gene Simmons Speaking In Tongues DVD. As I expected he was full of himself. But I got a few laughs out of it. There were lots of girls in it and I saw my sweetie Taylor Wane in it. *Sigh*
I'm not as excited about seeing Laibach as I was but it could be the weather affecting my mood.
Next week will be killer. Not only are Puppy and Ministry coming within two days of each other, but I'm having a little private gathering at Transit in the VIP to hang with Grigori 3, my krew and share a farewell toast to a beautiful friend. I will surround myself with hotties again. Anything to numb the pain. If I am forced to live, at least as long as I live and breathe with humans, I should at least keep the fairest of the species near me.
Pumkin Bomb Full Of Firey Jerk Sauce - photo by Prongs Dan Laudo (lovely Linda in the background)
I've been playing the new CD by I LOVE RICH al morning and am sincerely impressed. I played their old stuff yesterday just to get me ready for this one. I'm doing PR for the boys and I got them signed to the same label where I got Subsonic signed. Sonic Wave International. and good things are about to happen I just feel it. The guitar work on this thing is like nothing I've ever heard and I suspect it should win a shelf full of Grammys. I kid you not really, Anand Bhatt prez of SWI is an Academy nominee and voter.
I've confirmed it for 12/12 ILR will headline Alc O Holiday and Marazene are fooling around with doing an unplugged set. A real challenge but it will come off awesome.
I also got some funny news last night from Paul and after signing off I took some Nyquil and got a very good nights sleep. 2 in a row.
I got invited to a VIP party for the opening of a new club called Rizzo's Live and will be checking that out tonight. And then if all goes well I'll get some rest before a really big day tomorrow. I got a good friend of mine tickets and VIP passes for the Pixies tomorrow. I don't really care for them myself but being they sold out 6 shows in a row at the Aragon a place that Manson could no longer fill, means they are worth having covered. In exchange his date offered me dinner so I'm going to sway her to Sushi.
Then it's off to see one of my all time favorites LAIBACH and a party afterwards. Sunday I do voice-overs for the radio show and head off to Tubby's for the day.
Mondy I interview Skinny Puppy and Roxy Saint and then gear u for both Skinny Puppy and Ministry in the same weekend. PSYCHED.
So, get ready for I LOVE RICH, this album will rock your balls off even if you're a girl. The album includes 10 new songs and a cover of Girlschools Kick It Out and was recorded and produced by Andy Gerber (Cheap Trick, Local H). If you haven't already check out the titles.
King Of Rock n' Roll
Let's Get It On Tonight
The Year Of The Rich
If Loving Me Is Wrong (You Don't Wanna' Be Right)
Make Out City
Are You Gonna'Love Me Tonight?
What Every Woman Wants
All Night With the Lights Off
Turning Me On Tonight
Ride All Night
Kick It Out (Girlschool Cover
With Dan Laudo (prong) Linda Hardy y Ron Marks (celtic frost) at Street Side Cafe' 10/2004
My lips are so chapped from this weather change I fear they may bleed. I need at least a day inside. But that ain't in da cards it seems. They are so raw they are almost Bozo red. Fucked up Pagan curse I suspect.
And now for the rest of the story:
Last night I had one of the best nights of sleep in maybe a year. And I actually fell back to sleep during the last hour of Stern. So like you care... Well I know a at least a few of you mofos out there do, and right back at ya'. Thanks, I mean it.
Been actually a pretty fun couple of days and I can't really complain.
Like every Wednesday the Krew and I went to BW3 for chicken legs (Caribbean Jerk for me) and 2 "big ass" beers. Phellon joined us and we were gluttons. We chilled there a bit and wound up at Kelsey's for one beer on Sarah. It was loud and I had enough and chilled for a spell and then she called.
So I met her up the street, we dropped into the place downstairs and wound up at Ranalli's where The very dangerous Miss Valentino joined the Beer Mafia. Hence, more impressive, she made the rounds. It was cool because the manager gave us free pizza, a VIP discount, and I took home a delectable buffalo chicken sammich.
Oh, and she brought me a killer SEED OF CHUCKY T that reads: "Get A Load of CHUCKY". If you happen to not comprehend the innuendo, you certainly should not be at this site, PERIOD.
And much to my amazement, I got a wonderful nights sleep. Woke up, put on Stern and, (as previously reported) and fell back asleep. All I can say is it was a rare moment o' comfort.
I got a bit done and took care of some Vega$ biz. Being it was Veterans Day there was no sense in going to the POB or the bank so I just worked most of the day in my pepper pants. Carly confirmed out invites to the industry only porn star Hard Rock Hotel party, and Arnold Stein from Old Pueblo Productions (Latino porno) called me regarding taping a segment for their giant plasma screen at the AVN AEE. I made arrangements for a few of the acts I'm working, talked to Skinny Puppy's management, and took a half hour out of my day to watch the Simpson's. (a rarity)
When that was done I met up with Phellon and Jeff at The Birds Nest. I hadn't seen Jeff since we went camping at Sweet Minnihaha back in early June. But he brought me a special secret guest. JASON FUCKING MUEDT? (is that how it's spelled?) I about pissed my jeans right there in the cold as I passed a dozen porn DVD's into their vehicle. I hadn't seen this guy since, damn, well four 4th of July's ago. And collectively they were the Chicago powerhaus industrial metal combo known as Monkeys With Handguns. I must say the peace I've somehow managed to fall into over the last 72 hours was topped off with this weird reunion. not MWHG but old J-SIN and I.
We had oh, maybe 10 pitchers of beer and 80 hot wings. Sara MK's newest metal intern and Marty dropped by for 2 drinks and Full Throttle from I LOVE RICH dropped off the master to the new record for my enjoyment.
Great news was that the band Monkey's With Handguns will likely restart and come back. That would be a good shot in the heart for old fans and many who would kill for their show. A band of bands to get downtown and show the poseurs how it's done.
Just prior to leaving this establishment where we have spent countless dollars over the years a table full of momma's boys frat fucks attempted to get me going. I confronted them for brief moment and walked away. This was not the old AZ. And their lame lives and cookie cutter way was not about to break my stride. Besides when they saw my friends and I walk out together, my big long hair friends, they turned their pathetic heads and u-turned their smirks.
Amazing how no matter how much older I become and no matter how I metamorphis, one crystal clear fact shall remain. Those fucking guys no matter what decade they are turned loose will be just like their parents, exactly the same. Fucking rude close minded assholes. Afraid of everything that isn't exactly like themselves.
We wound up back at Ranalli's and the owner Sue bought me and a buddy a half yard. She wanted to rap about the whole Seymore Butts filming experience and she congratulated me as much as I thanked her repeatedly for accommodating us add the film crew for the afternoon they let us film in their fine restaurant. . The others had a drinks themselves before heading off into the near Wisconsin night. It was a good night, a night of, well, coming got terms I guess. But a night that almost, if it weren't only Thursday would have been the most perfect week for yours truly in the longest time.
I have 3 more nights to go. I send positive energy to get a friend well, and I have a few important events to end my week. Then it's off to Tubby's drive Inn for a screening of the Hollywood Knights.
Despite the hardships I have encountered in the last quarter of 2004 I have learned two things, and two things that I've always believed in and now do more than ever.
Time Heals All Wounds. "and" to the lies, rumors and vindictive gossip: Everything comes out in the wash.
Now, I shall attempt to sleep with this fucking thing in my head. A good thing. Everybody needs a good thing.
Till next time, I've got a gut feelin'.
He's comin' home.
SINcerely sAtAn BoY
PS Thanks to you fucking awesome friends of mine. You kept the faith you mofo homo's. Today I smile, tomorrow I may not, but at least today I smiled, a lot.
"Don't you hang out with a lot of porn stars?" Those were the first words I recall as I woke up groggy tired from the long night before on Tuesday morning. But more on that later.
On The Radio with SUBSONIC (Ron Marks / Celtic Frost and Dan Laudo/ Prong)
I got rather busy over the weekend, and Saturday night I went to Delilah's for the USURPER record release party. We were a few of the first to get there and I was surprised to see a lot of friends there. The band were actually decent and nice guys and their music is incredibly heavy. Thanks to Curran at Earache in NYC for the invite. Rolling Rock flowed free and it was pretty weird drinking such heavy beer, as opposed to somethng light.
I got out of there pretty early and got into bed by midnight. I was almost asleep when the phone rang and a friend who was leaving the Helmet show asked to meet up over at NEO. Who was I to say no, I was bored anyway. I keep myself busy to keep my mind off of all the things that have been haunting me lately. I jetted over to Lincoln Park and walked into Kelsey's to find a friend. I did run into most of the staff on their night off and chatted a few. Matt bought me 3 Makers and Cokes. (He later confessed he did not remember and claimed to have been seeing double. I guess it was one for each of me.) Dakota was dressed really nice, breasts proudly abundant, and it didn't take much persuasion for her to join me for a crisp walk to NEO and we cut line and enjoyed a few stiffies. The place was packed and I had hugs from everyone. I hadn't see some of theses faces in awhile. I think Dakota was intimated and rolled out a little early. Actually she is a bit on the conservative side when it comes to the Saturday night Neo crowd.
I chilled out there a little while longer and got home before too late. Sunday morning around 930 AM (cst) my cell rang and it was my ol pal Kryztoff from BILE asking if I'd be at the show, and I replied "What kind of question is that?" I made a call for him to the lady he wanted to see that night and AZ Rock n' Roll Pimp Extraordinaire earned another endorsement. And he called back a few more times and then I heard from MARAZENE who I also squeezed onto the 4 band bill. I made sure they'd be the band who'd play right before BILE. So the afternoon was spent preparing and filing some paperwork and about 5PM I made my way to the Bottom Lounge. I was dropping KMFDM aftershow fliers at a store when I heard my name called out. It was Bear the bass player and we walked in the cold Chicago air together to the load in area. Kryztoff and I spent about an hour catching up and I met some people out front and had them wait for me. I helped;ed with some load in and when the MARAZENE boys arrived, in the big van, I said something like, "Look at these homos?" Bear yelled out "HEY" (he's gay) and I said, " not you; those homos." And we laughed it off. For the record I call all of my friends homos. Though they're not. At least not the lot of them anyway.
After the show finally began Worm opened and as usual they were pretty impressive. next up was project .44 who typically covered MINISTRY and some of their own material. I hung out downstairs with Sinderella Pussie and some other attractive ladies as well as the guys in BILE. When MARAZENE too the stage they were at their peak. They continue to out do themselves every time and really have morphed into their own stage presence. I and a lot of first timers we very impressed.
Naturally there were a lot of friends at the show and Chris Connelly worked the merch booth most of the night. I spent my time between sets trying to spend as much time with as many people as possible. Another example why I have a difficult time maintaining a relationship when 99.9% of the fairer gender I have been guilty of spanning any time with, are in constant need of 100% of my attention.
BILE rocked as always and delivered a non stop, in your face, full throttle, display of sonic brain damage, and eardrum abuse. They even dropped in a new number or two. Afterwards we all chilled out and made plans to all converge over at NEO, and we did. I rode with some friends to the club and we all were in attendance a short while later. Sinderella's stalker who she had just had a restraining order served to actually had the balls to show up. I had the fool ejected in no time flat. And then he calls her cell. What a joke. Looks like he'll be in the pokey sooner than later. As the night grew long and the daylight was just around the corner, me and the MARAZENE boys picked up some girls and broght them back to my pace where we were up so late that Stern had been on for an hour. I finally felt worn out and sent the amazing bunch of musicians and great friends, and spectacular showmen on the rode I was beat and I had another long one ahead of me.
It was Monday and that meant KMFDM.
I ran some errands and got a little work out of the way and made my way to Metro around 6 or so with Karlton and the lovely Natalie. I met up with the boys and we found a god spot to chill out where the VIP area used to be. Jim Marcus of Die Warsau and I caught up and talked about my mother, the election and shop. We also ran into a few others and watched Acucrack work it than then made it through the first half of KMFDM. Now I've maybe seen them around 20 times, maybe more or a little less, but I've seen nearly every incarnation of the band. This time they were Wattsless and it showed. It was not just KMFDM light, it was boring. Phellon referred to them as "The industrial Sonny and Cher." and that statement drew a few laughs. Paul, Greg, K RAWK Nat and I all left halfway into the set and waited at Ranalli's till NEO opened up. We had 1 drink each, they ate and we were off to Neo again. And as the show ended, a rather large crowd or a Monday night entered the club. But KMFDM pulled a no show and the club were pretty unhappy as were me and my krew.
I must also point put I had the pleasure of meeting Jason Novak's (ACUMEN NATION / DJ ACUCRACK) daughter and she was very impressive, polite and even offered a handshake. Very pretty little girl and from what could gather, very smart for her young age.
As another late night grew closer to the end, by way of Jason, I was introduced to a rather attractive young lady with the unusual name Curiosity, and we chatted and share a few common interests. It was pretty bizarre actually, because we had a lot to talk about. We ended up crashing at my place with one of my cats sleeping on my lovely companions head, and when I awoke I put on Stern and we laughed and I fell back asleep and woke up again to hear the query; "Don't you hang out with a lot of porn stars?" And my response from what I recall was "What's wrong with that?" or something fairly similar. We finished listening to Stern and watched a DEVO concert filmed in Japan. As it turns out my new friend is majoring in Japanese, has lived in Japan and studied there, and has traveled all over the world, or at least from what it seems, she has. Then we goofed off all day quoting lines from movies, Seinfeld, playing mental trivia, and just hanging out, till the darkness wrapped our "windy" city in her arms.
It was a chilly early autumn late afternoon. We went out for pizza and ended up at her place where we surfed channels and I became impressed with her collection of Japanese artifacts, photographs, her sound recording from and album I must share, is coming out this month. And me, the man with too much on his mind had a difficult night trying to sleep but managed to catch a few Z's as the daylight peaked it's sunny head over Lake Michigan. All in all it was a nice escape, a welcome distraction, and though we both played hooky my conclusion is it was worth it. I for one needed it.
Not sure if I see her again as she has her world and I have mine, but I certainly wouldn't mind spanning a few more hours with this one. It was nice to peek out of teh dark hole I've been hiding in the last few months.
I think that gets my weekend update all in there. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
ALMOST HUMAN - Gene Simmons
I'm almost human, can't help feelin' strange
The moon is out, I think I'm gonna change
You're so smooth and tender, a living, breathing dream
I've got to have you, baby, I'm listenin' for your scream
I'm almost human, I'm almost a man
I'm almost human,
I'm almost human, baby please don't run away
'Cause wherever you run, I'll be a scream away
I'm very hungry and you're what I'm thinkin' of
Ooh baby, baby, baby, so hungry for your love
I'm almost human, oh, almost a man
I'm almost human.
They do what tradition demands
The things that give them comfort
But for me, knowing that you no longer taste my tears
It is not enough to box and bury you
With black and prayers and platitudes.
And so, before they come
With slow tread and professional piety.
I have walked a black river of wind
To wait with you in this cold place.
Salt I have heaped upon your breast
And candles at your head and feet.
Light this the last of our togetherness.
Hypnotised by your stillness and the candle flames
I spin deep into the dark vortex that is in all of us.
Juste Judex ultionis
Donum fac remissionis
Ante diem rationis.
Lux aeterna luceat eis
Requiem aeternam dona eis
Et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Flammis acribus addictis,
Voca me cum benedictis,
Oro supplex et acclinis.
The candles are dead.
The dish on your breast is empty.
There is a taste of salt upon my tongue.
From The Pimps and Ho's Ball at TRANSIT
AZ and Gauge
With Carley and Gauge
Adam (Seymore Butts) and AZ
Jason and Gauge
AZ with Mari Possa
Adam, Mari, Fans
FANS and now FRIENDS
Adam and Mari
Pimps and Ho
That's all for tonight kiddies!
Now it can be told.
Filming Showtimes/Seymour Butts "FAMILY BUSINESS" for episode 7 season 3
But let me point out that if some of this comes off jaded and angry make no mistake. I am pissed, because I've never been more disgusted in my entire life. But lets get with the good stuff. Read and weep, with joy, if you would. Please.
Where to begin? I guess that is the challenge of somehow detailing the mind opening experiences I have encountered over the past week. I can say one thing, I see things a lot differently now that I've discovered another universe that I was completely unaware of, or only, maybe, dreamed of.
Where we last left off I had spent an entire afternoon with a naked and vivacious porn starlet who we all know and love as Gauge. She spent the afternoon at the Embassy Suites doing a photoshoot for us which was handled with the preciseness and professionalism of Karlton, now K-RAWK for life. It was a great time and Grego and I exchanged a few glances and smirks and my good pal Bob even dropped by to meet who may very well be his favorite porn star. Afterwards she had just enough time to bolt and make it to B 96 FM where show was interviewed on a Hip Hop / Soul station by two skinny white dudes. Thus exposing AZ and MK to a whole new audience.
She called me and invited me to the club but I was exhausted and stayed in to try to catch up on some sleep.
Thursday night however as you know Marc Osorno the former guitarist of Fashion Bomb and I reunited and were guests of Gauge at the Admiral where we had VIP seats and a blast. The night ended quietly as we were gentlemen on our best behavior. I even turned down his offer to grab a drink afterwards. I had to be on the ball Friday afternoon.
(I did not announce where we were having lunch with Seymour Butts because I desired the privacy and respect which we received, as opposed to having crashers hanging around trying to get on camera. Hope you understand.)
Filming Showtimes/Seymour Butts "FAMILY BUSINESS" for episode 7 season 3
Adam Glasser aka Seymour Butts
I arrived at Ranalli's at 12:30 Friday afternoon at the peak of the restaurants lunch rush. Sue Ranalli had the whole back section of the place roped off for us. Grego arrived and we had a drink and once Karlton arrived and we set upour gear. Grego and I had a martini sent to us, and at 1:30 right on the money Adam Glasser who is world renowned as Seymour Butts and porn star Mari Possa came in followed by a while crew of cameras from Show Time who were filming everything for the third season of Family Business. Adam immediately said he recognized me as someone familiar, and we ordered food and began an interview which will be aired on the seventh episode sometime in mid February. (just in time for the 10 year anniversary of MK). And make no mistake, to me this is a massive compliment, but after the weekend it was something that I've finally become comfortable with and have accepted. Grego and I slipped into character and jumped right in head first. Mari was stunning, but so was Carly his publicist and the whole Show Time crew, not counting the males who circled us with cameras and the guy who held the boom over our heads. The ladies were all petite and absolutely breathtaking. The conversation was extremely entertaining and one unlike I had ever experienced up to that particular moment. We talked about anal sex, money shots, blow jobs, gang bangs, fluffers, cream pies, you name it. (sing: "These are a few of my fav-or-ite things.") And as we were filing for the 90 minutes / 2 hours a lot of starstruck people were peering in the windows and watching from afar. It was somewhat fairly amusing.
I commented to Carly that I thought she looked exactly as se sounded on the phone ad she replied she'd never been told that before. And we all had a great time, ate some really good food, and cemented a newfound relationship that should elevate me to the next level.
I should point out that as of now due to the popularity of his Show Time reality show, the name Seymour Butts is now as infamous as a household name as Ron Jeremy. He was well recognized and when all was said and done and we said our, "See you tomorrow's", and I was approached by our waiter who commented that for all the years I've been hanging out at Ranalli's, he never know I was Alex Zander publisher of MK, but he always thought I was a rock star. Choke on that you halloweenie wanna be aspiring rock stars who think that just because you dress the part, people will be convinced that you are someone of stature. In the real world of the entertainment business, you earn your stripes, you can't steal them.
After the taping I grabbed my buddy Marcos and we took the train out to Gauge's hotel, met her in the bar had too many drinks and did a lengthy in-depth interview. And it was getting cloudy. Gauge is a full on ball of pure and raw energy. A real rocked out super babe in a 4'11 frame. Before we left she invited us back to the Admiral to see her feature again, only this time I wasn't dressed as slick as I was with the OS. After the Seymour interview I had changed into shorts, comfortable biker boots, an MK shirt and a JACKASS dickies shirt over that. So on the way we stopped at a really cool Mexican restaurant in Logan Square right off the stop and had some asskicking margaritas. In the hour or so we spent there Gauge had called about 8 times to see if we were coming. So we arrived at the totally nude high end, yuppie scum infested Admiral and we had our O's on for damn sure. In the VIP section we were not mistaken for rock stars as OS and I were the night before, we were trouble. And Gauge was daring me. Finally after about an hour I approached the stage and she egged me on to jump up with her. Now anyone who knows me knows better than to ever dare me to do anything. When it comes to balls, I've got balls the size of church bells Reverend. The suit who was standing guard warned me not to do it, but my lil sweet Gauge, winked, nodded and that was all she wrote. I got up mid stage, she backed, off and my pants came down and I slapped my ass stage center in spotlight, pulled em back on and walked offstage and took my seat. Obviously I had watched The Hollywood Knights earlier in the week. Then security had apparently talked to Gauge and Jason about me having to leave, and under no protest, and totally expected I was escorted out of the club. And I tell you this I am glad cause now I have an excuse never to go to that lame and overpriced place again in my lifetime.
Enter Saturday. I spent the afternoon resting up and watching movies. And at 5 I got dressed. I took the train to a brand new restaurant only open at that point for 4 days called ALDENTE, a pricey, and trendy joint at 1615 North Clybourn (312-587-0055). I highly recommend this place if it's in your budget. At approx 6:15 The Limo rolled up and Seymour Butts and company entered the restaurant and we were filmed having dinner, courtesy or Mr. Butts for the reality show Family Business. Greg and I were seated with some lovely ladies who we came to find out rather quickly were all Chicago area swingers and one lil blonde from Iowa named Jenna. I was seated center table right next to the star and this dinner conversation far eclipsed the lunch talk we had a day earlier. And even the waitress commented that she had never heard anything like it in her life. At one point I looked over at Greg and said, "This is the best dinner conversation I've ever been part of." And that's no stretch of the imagination. I had a wonderful pork chop that blew my mid and lots of calamari. I only drank water because I needed this to make an incredible occasion and install a perfect impression for my hosts and the world who watch his show on a weekly basis. Yes kids, the caricature I created for you 120 years ago was taking a backseat, at least for the moment. But that was only an illusion, the calm before the storm, so to speak, to the decadence that was about to entail.
Halfway through dinner I recognized a lovely lady who I met online a few weeks ago who is a fan of Seymour Butts. Her name is Brasil and Seymour was familiar with her prior to the dinner. As the cameras rolled I peaked over Adam and Mari and waved at her, she yelled my name out, interrupting the stars conversation and he looked over at me like, "Fucking A Zander, I'm supposed to be the star here."
Dinner ended we made lots of smalltalk, the crew backed up and the limo rolled away. But the filming and the adventure as very far from over.
Gauge as originally scheduled to leave for LA but I invited her and got her and Jason on my VIP list for the party. They decided to stay an extra 2 days and roll with us. And it was to be a memorable evening.
We jumped in Grego's Beamer and shot over to Transit where Seymour Butts and Shane were hosting the annual (anal) Pimps And Ho's Ball. I met the VIP manager Aaron and we along with Karlton were escorted to our very own VIP section where we drank whiskey for free and chilled out with some very luscious babes. A couple hours later Aaron informed me we were on the clock and cameras and lights burst into the venue and again, we were surrounded by Show Time people and paparazzi.
The VIP section was packed ass to ass, literally. Gauge, Mari, Seymour and I along with a bunch of others posed in some rather provocative and fairly explicit photos. It was getting incredibly hot and I am not referring to temperature. And the looser everyone's mood got the more touching and kissing and rubbing was going on. The people who came to the club to dance, drink and mingle watched in what appeared to me to be sheer amazement. I snuck Dietrich into the VIP area with no problem and he got in on a few of the photos. One of the chickies who was making out with Gauge invited us over to her house in Wicker Park and Grego and I beat everyone there.
Seymour and Gauge Meets for the first time, AZ in the back at Transit
Mari Possa at Transit
I'm not giving away identities or even an address if you are wondering. But I will say they were gracious and this was one of the coolest pads I'd ever been in. There was a hot tub on the deck which filled up with naked guests frolicking. there was a stripper pole in the basement surrounded by leather chairs and a fireplace. The bar upstairs was stocked with every liquor and mixer you can image, and there was lots of beer and snacks. This was a four flat that was only lived in by one couple. And they were great folks. But the women were incredible, and everyone was hooking up. Gauge got lost and called me abut every 10 minutes it seemed right when I was settling in and getting cozy. And she kept calling. the hosts told me to stop answering but I couldn't imagine doing that to Gauge. Grego left exhausted and I was in full AZ mode. My hostess offered me a bedroom to stay in and promised to feed me when I awoke and a ride home, which was extremely kind. She finally arrived and it was daylight, and she was welcomed with open arms and legs, and from what I noticed it seemed like some dudes thought they were going to get a shot, but that wasn't happening.
After a few hours Gauge was ready to leave and in a round about way insisted I leave with them. For some reason her and Jason weren't comfortable with leaving me there. I protested, but they won and they drove me home at 930 AM before heading off to the airport for their next appearance. It was really cool and I had a great time with them all week. And I felt flattered that they consider me a friend. It's a good feeling knowing they cared enough to go out of there way for me and take me home.
And I can't wait to go back to that house.
Sunday I didn't get much sleep as much as I tried and I had a Halloween party to go to over on Seminary. I met some lady from LA named Kristen at a local bar and she asked if she could attend the party, and I took her along. The party got off to a slow start, there were 6 kegs and a full bar. The later it got the more people showed up and the girls were very cute. I met a lot of people and around midnight Dietrich and Nick from Marazene arrived with a lovely lady in tow who I get to know rather quickly. We split and ended up at Neo really late and they gave us free drinks as I explored the boundries of public display of affection, and for some reason they ended up at my house with another chick we met along the way.
I was exhausted but still had another night to go as Monday was my Mortiis release party at NEO. I was dragging ass. On the way I popped by Kelsey's for $1 burgers with Mondo and Marcos. Then we walked to NEO which wasn't open yet so we popped into Ranallis where I thanked the staff repeatedly for their generosity on Friday to the Seymour Butts crew.
At NEO were rocked into the night and I pushed myself till about 2 and decided I had enough and needed to get home and catch up on some sleep. The long week was finally over, and it was election day. I voted early and got my mail where the package I've been waiting for finally arrived.
And finally I am now confirming to you who reads my ranting. The transformation is complete. The boy my mother gave birth to, and named Nicholas Alexander is dead. Thus giving a few of you selfish fucks what you've been praying for. I no longer feel human and I am on automatic pilot from this day forward. My mothers ashes arrived this week and they were addressed to Alex Zander / MK ULTRA Magazine. And that is NOT how I signed the paperwork in Florida last month. It surely tells me it is a sign. This summer I have suffered more betrayal, deceit, and pain than anyone in my position can possibly endure. I have found who I can trust and know for sure who I never will. I know who my friends are, do not be mistaken, and they are as loyal as I.
Thus I have erected walls so deep that the only thing that will break through them is myself. And the people who care and matter are those, the people in the entertainment industry who know and respect me for my dedication and tireless work ethic.
Today cementing that was another card I got in the mail from a PR firm in Los Angeles an they wrote, "Alex, We are sending you lots of positive energy to use at this difficult junction in your life. Many are thinking of you." And it words like that, and the word MANY, which express selfless tokens of kindness that soften the blows of those out there who are so jealous of my world that they feel the need too send and spend negative energy. And yes, it's true, that which does not kill you, makes you stronger.
So you white trash pieces of Spam who are getting your little kicks and laughs at your attempts to bring me down have been exposed. I'm sick in my gut and damage control is up around the bend. Your front row center tickets to the movie of my life is in the mail. Hope you like it, and it does have a happy ending.
However, all is not well as John Kerry has lost to the big bad W. And his smirk is killing me today. it was close but now, as Seymour Butts said, 4 more years of this prick.
No eternal reward can save us now from wasting the dawn. -JDM