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Saturday, June 30, 2007

The Benoit Saga Continues...

This Chris Benoit double murder/suicide is just beginning. I stated in my previous issue about this subject, that this is easily the biggest story since Owen Hart and I am starting to believe it will be even bigger. It's really a nightmare for a wrestling fan. This story is shedding such bad light on the "sport." It somewhat irrates me that uneducated people are writing about this and are extremely biased against wrestling. Yeah, it has a lot of bad things about it, but let's wait to hear the whole story. We all know the guy went crazy, but we still have no idea what the cause really was.

It gets harder and harder to look at Chris Benoit as this story progresses. I read today that he possibly used the crippler crossface (his finishing move) on his son to kill him. That's fucked up, period. It shows that this guy was simply not mentally stable at the time. Any professional wrestler knows that you don't try moves on people and kids it's even worse. Some people might not believe this, but some wrestling moves really do hurt and are dangerous. There's a reason why they put a disclaimer saying, "Don't try this at home."

I never really liked Benoit that much. I did think he was a damn good wrestler though. One of the best matches I ever saw live was Benoit vs. WWE Champion, Kurt Angle at the 2003 Royal Rumble in Boston. Chris lost the match, but the Fleet Center gave him a standing ovation. It was actually a really nice moment. People respected this guy and wanted him to win the title (He won it a year later at WrestleMania XX.). A little more than four years later, he would be lucky to get anyone to clap sitting down.

His career now has a huge black cloud over it. DVDs with his matches are being pulled off the shelf and your only hope to watch some of his classics, will be probably be bootlegs on ebay. Although, I will say that it will be tough to watch one of his matches without thinking of what happened to the guy. I think any time someone dies prematurely, regardless of cause, you always look at them differently. At least I do. I can't help, but listen to John Lennon's or Jimi Hendrix's music and think, "What if..." Or watch James Dean and think how many great films he would have made or even Steve Prefontaine and think how many records and gold medals the guy would have won.

The biggest difference between all those people I just listed of course is that they didn't go crazy and kill people. That is what will ruin Benoit's legacy instantly for many and most people. It is extremely difficult to distinguish between Benoit, the wrestler, and Benoit, the man. You want to respect the wrestler, but the man keeps getting in the way. He's fallen into O.J. and Pete Rose territory, but even worse.

The sad part is we will never know why he did it.

First Comment!

I have no idea who posted it, but someone finally commented on my blog. I know that's not saying that much, but I guess you have to start somewhere. Anyway, keep the comments coming people. I want to make sure I'm not writing this to no one.

I Swear I was There

Paul McCartney just released an official youtube.com video (There are also countless other amateur ones.) of his performance the other night at Amoeba. I watched it and literally must have missed the camera a handful of times by very little. They have a shot of Woody Harrelson and one of Ringo. Both of them I was cut off. Then, they even took a long tracking shot down the line outside the store and they cut out right before my section.

I just thought it was too funny because I might get someone thinking I made up the fact I was right behind the VIPs during the show. I really don't care. I know I was there and I have proof. Apparently, the I was not camera friendly enough.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Top 5 Concerts I've Ever Attended

5. Eric Clapton, The Fleet Center (renamed TD BankNorth Garden), Boston, MA, June 11, 2001

Unlike his show in 2006, this one satisfied all the fans. He played great guitar riffs while still playing well known hits. This was also the second concert I ever went to (I saw U2, three days earlier at the same venue). Clapton was at his best and you really saw why he is the greatest guitarist alive today. Hell, Billy Preston (Known for his work with The Beatles) even played that night with him. He also played an accoustic and electric set. Of course, I will always remember this show for the simple reason of marijuana. I didn't know what is smelled like and I asked my Dad how he knew. He just said, "You know." Many years later, I agree.

4. Jack's First Show, Verizon Wireless Ampitheatre, Irvine, CA, August 19, 2006

I honestly never thought this would be that great of a concert, but it surpassed my expectations. The acts were not amazing, but as a collective unit were damn good. The Violent Femmes, Cheap Trick, Billy Idol, Journey, and Def Leppard were on the bill. Not as crazy as the Amoeba show, but it was a long day, so you really got to know your neighbors. I met some interesting characters to say the least. We formed a bond as the night progressed. This concert also really got me much more into every band, which I think states how good of a show it really was.

3. Paul McCartney, Arrowhead Pond (renamed Honda Center), Anaheim, CA, November 11, 2005

It was the second time I saw Paul. It was a different venue and I saw it alone. I guess those were the first two factors why the 2002 show was better. To really compare the set lists would be pointless. There are always going to be minor changes, but Paul is great for always playing the hits. This was still a great show and a simple joy to see one of the true living legends of music.

2. Paul McCartney, Fleet Center, (renamed TD BankNorth Garden), Boston, MA, October 1, 2002

I debated kicking this out of the top spot. I really did. It was my first time seeing Paul. I sat in the last row of the balcony of the Fleet Center with my Dad. I always thought that was really cool. Paul really blew me away that night. It was at a time in my life when I was really getting into the Beatles a lot more. After that show, I officially became a fanatic. Long story short, this was the second leg of his 2002 tour (Back in the U.S. not Driving U.S.A.). Dad couldn't get tickets to the first leg, so he somehow managed to get these and barely considering our seats. That's another reason why I loved this show. It was just one of those nights, you never forget and I'm so glad that I got to spend it with my Dad in the last row of the balcony.

1. Paul McCartney, Amoeba Records, Hollywood, CA, June 27, 2007

I don't know if I'm just really high on this show since it was last night or if it was really that damn good. I just wrote a ton about it already, so I won't try to repeat myself. I waited in a long line over a period of two days. It was such a small show that less than a 1000 people were there. You were also only surrounded by diehard Beatle fans, which made it even cooler. Plus, you have the presence of people like Ringo Starr and Olivia Harrison as well as a handfull of celebrities literally right in front of me. You just know it's a special night that will never be repeated. Okay, so maybe Paul didn't play as many songs or the sound system wasn't as good, but who cares? You got a chance to see him up close and personal at a fucking record store. It doesn't get any better than that.

The Greatest Story Ever Told: Part II

Here is the second and final part of my adventure for Paul McCartney tickets at Amoeba. Enjoy...

11:27 a.m.: Julian drops me off at Amoeba for round two. A lot of people are already here. There is also a ton of people across the street who didn't get cards yesterday. Suckers. If I didn't like Paul that much I could easily sell my card for a couple hundred bucks. There is also a huge McCartney chair banner on the side of the building. It should be a very long and interesting day.

11:46 a.m.: More people are here. There's a couple media trucks. They also keep moving us in an attempt to keep everyone in a single file. It's getting a little crazy.

11:57 a.m.: They moved us again. Make up your damn minds. Also, the Mexican group parked right in front of me. Someone needs to tell them Paul is playing, not some rap bullshit.

12:02 p.m.: Some kids walk past me with Paul McCartney at Amoeba posters. They tell me I have to buy the album to get one. That's bullshit.

12:30 p.m.: Alright, let's start handing out some bracelets.

12:31 p.m.: If I wasn't afraid of getting shot, I would attempt to strangle the Mexicans. Turn off the fucking rap. At least Sadrac (my neighbor) is playing some Beatles music on his little amp.

1:00 p.m.: Yes, I got my bracelet.

1:08 p.m.: I bought Memory Almost Full again, so I could get a really cool poster. I had to do it. Everything else was free, so what the fuck.

1:22 p.m.: I start talking to this Greenpeace girl about "I Saved the World from Global Warming." It's a bad pickup line, but kinda worked. She told me I should bring the film into the offices.

1:25 p.m.: The crazy British guy starts rambling to some camera man about The Beatles. You gotta love it.

1:40 p.m.: Amoeba keeps moving us, up and down the line. It's getting crazy over here. TV and radio trucks are here. Where did the Mexicans go? Maybe someone caught them smoking and drinking in public.

2:00 p.m.: 4 1/2 hours til the doors open. I think I'm going to get something to eat. I'm getting hungry.

2:05 p.m.: Apparently, you can leave as long as your neighbors are nice. I'm not worried since with Arline, Trini, and Krissy to my left and Sadrac to my right. They've been a lot of fun and I've enjoyed their company.

2:27 p.m.: "Dance Tonight" hits the K-Earth truck and the British guy starts dancing like crazy. He's even dancing with one of the Greenpeace girls.

2:40 p.m.: I just found out the British guy's name is Chris. Also met some other people such as Megan and Linda (daughter and mom)

2:55 p.m.: I got something to eat at Jack in the Box. Yum, sirloin burger.

3:25 p.m.: I wish K-Earth would stop playing Memory Almost Full. It's a bit of overkill.

3:45 p.m.: Chris gets interviewed again, which is really funny since he makes up some story about Sgt. Pepper.

3:51 p.m.: Sirens are going off and for some reason everyone thinks they are for Paul. Chris proceeds to say the line of the journey, "I thought sex was great. This is the best orgasm I've ever had." Classic.

4:24 p.m.: I found out the Mexicans sold their tickets. No comment.

4:28 p.m.: I peaked through the window of Amoeba. They are getting set up with equipment.

4:45 p.m.: Some lady hands out "Gratitude for Paul" posters for the encore. This is the fourth time, they've played the entire Memory Almost Full album. Unfortunately, I'm getting sick of it. I just met Michael aka Paul McMichael aka WannaBeatle on Myspace. He tells us about his band, Apple Scruffs and tells us the story of him meeting Paul. I jokingly take a picture with him.

4:53 p.m.: Some girl hands me a handout for Nick Drake. Then, she looks at me and says, "Congratulations on the bracelet." Thanks. The VIP line is slowly forming in front of Amoeba.

5:10 p.m.: News goes live in front of Amoeba.

5:30 p.m.: Paul is inside Amoeba and doing a sound check by performing "Coming Up" with his band. Less than an hour until doors open.

5:35 p.m.: Some guy tries to buy my bracelet from me. I told him to go fuck himself.

5:55 p.m.: Amoeba tells us to move closer to the building. They're not going by numbers, so things are getting a little dicey.

6:06 p.m.: We start moving down the line. We're getting closer.

6:20 p.m.: The news interviewed Chris. This guy is just enjoying life. I think he's given around five interviews. Everyone keeps asking me what I'm writing. Yes, I write a blog.

6:30 p.m.: Let us in!

6:45 p.m.: We haven't moved again. I start talking to some guy who knows an Amoeba employee. He said the employees were allowed to watch the sound check. He also said names like Spielberg and Ringo are on the VIP guest list.

6:58 p.m.: Start moving. Yeah!

7:10 p.m.: I'm inside. They gave us free t-shirts and I'm standing in one of the middle CD racks. Unfortunately, I lost some of the core group (Chris, Megan, and Linda), but the view is great. I would say I'm roughly 25-30 feet from the stage. Right behind me is the album, Lennon Legend. I'm standing right in front of the John Lennon section. Amazing coincidence.

7:15 p.m.: They are standing people really loose. I figured that I would be crammed, but that is not the case. It's nice since I have the ability to move around and get a better view. They're tons of cameras and everyone is clapping when people come inside. Damn, I could have got some nice pictures.

7:25 p.m.: A live auction starts with McCartney merchandise. The guy says McCartney is mysteriously in the building.

7:32 p.m.: Some guy buys the merchandise for $2600. Crazy.

7:33 p.m.: It's very close. People are clapping. "Let Em In" is playing.

7:40 p.m.: Someone says Ringo's wife is here. Where the fuck is Ringo? Who cares about Barbara Bach?

7:45 p.m.: They're still letting people in. Still waiting...

7:56 p.m.: I feel like I'm going to pass out if Paul doesn't come out soon.

8:05 p.m.: No fucking lie, Ringo is less than 10 feet from me right now. Jeff Lynne and Joe Walsh are also in the next row right in front of me.

8:09 p.m.: Paul starts the show with "Drive My Car".

8:11 p.m.: "Mama Only Knows". Ringo, can you move your fucking head? You're in my way. Haha.

8:15 p.m.: Paul calls this his most surreal gig ever. "Dance Tonight" plays as everyone claps.

8:19 p.m.: "C Moon" is next. Interesting choice. Never heard this live.

8:24 p.m.: "The Long and Winding Road". Being sandwiched by Ringo and the CD rack of Lennon, I'm honestly speechless and trying to hold back the tears as I write.

8:26 p.m.: Paul takes a moment to take this moment in. "Follow the Sun".

8:30 p.m.: Paul gives a couple false endings for "Follow the Sun" before "Calico Skies". Another interesting choice and one I've never heard live.

8:35 p.m.: "That was Me". People are taking pictures here. It's kinda stupid since they said they weren't allowed. Still not worth busting out and testing my luck.

8:39 p.m.: Paul talks about "Village of the Damned". Makes the audience make faces. "Blackbird" next. The guy standing in front of me, let's me get closer. I have a much better view now. I'm probably roughly six feet from Ringo.

8:41 p.m.: Paul getting a little crazy and talks about being silly. Makes the audience repeat gibberish to his delight. He fondly remembers John, George, and Linda. "Here Today".

8:46 p.m.: Paul says it's okay to cry. "Back in the USSR".

8:50 p.m.: Paul talks about people not being able to correctly nod their heads together. "Nod your Head".

8:51 p.m.: My head hurts...

8:52 p.m.: I'm pretty damn confident that Woody Harreslon is four feet in front of me. This is ridiculous. "House of Wax".

8:57 p.m.: Paul tells short story about "She Loves You" to the crowd. I've heard it before, but quickly. His Dad thought it should be "yes, yes" rather than "yeah, yeah". He actually told someone to shut up after she yelled that he told it before. "I've Got a Feeling". Oh Yeah.

8:59 p.m.: Olivia Harrison is right in front of me. Six feet away. I've got a feeling I'm in heaven. I think John's going to come out and start jamming. Nothing is impossible tonight.

9:04 p.m. Paul plays "Matchbox" next. The third interesting choice of the night. Another rare one.

9:07 p.m.: "Get Back" is next. I need some California grass to believe this. I think Alanis Morisette is right in front of me. Yeah, that's her. Four feet away. She did play God, so it makes sense. Are Woody and her an item?

9:12 p.m.: Paul does his "Baby Face" tease. "Hey Jude" time.

9:15 p.m.: Ringo has just left. I'm not even going to say anything. Although, tonight has been full of surprises, there is absolutely no way that he is going to play with Paul tonight.

9:20 p.m.: That's it for the show. This place is going crazy.

9:23 p.m.: He's back for the encore. "Let it Be".

9:27 p.m.: No one wants to leave. "Lady Madonna".

9:31 p.m.: Paul teases Ringo. Probably not going to happen tonight. "I Saw her Standing There".

9:35 p.m.: Unbelievable. This place is going crazy, but everyone is being forced to leave. This one is going in the record books.

FINAL THOUGHTS:
What really can be said? Paul called this night surreal and that's exactly what it was. I never thought this would be so great and memorable. It's a once in a lifetime moment and I'm never going to forget it. This show was the best I've ever seen. Everything about it was unique and special.

On Monday night, I made this decision to camp out either late Monday/Tuesday (1-2 a.m.) or early Tuesday (6-7 a.m.). And it really paid off. Yeah, the waiting was long, but it was fun. I met some really cool people and we shared a common love of The Beatles, save for the Mexican group.

Another great thing about the show was the simple fact that not that many people got to see it. I've been hearing different reports and I'm not sure of the exact number other than it was less than 1000 people. That makes it special right away. Then, you have Ringo Starr, Barbara Bach, Olivia Harrison, Jeff Lynne, Joe Walsh, Alanis Morisette, Woody Harrelson, Jennifer Love-Hewitt (Apparently, she had to wait in line and was not a VIP), Rosanna Arquette (She was actually also in front of me, but I failed to recognize her), and Rick Rubin to round of the celebrities I saw/heard were present.

I was number 162 and the cool thing was I had a great view and was literally standing in the row behind the VIPs. I probably could have touched Woody or Alanis if I wanted, but would have got tossed in the process. I still can't believe everything worked out the way it did. To watch Ringo react to some of that Beatles' music was unique. I was in the same building as two members of The Beatles. That's pretty damn good.

I'm not trying to brag or be a jerk, but if are a Beatle fan living in southern California and missed this show, I feel bad for you. Unless you can get Paul to play a private concert in your backyard, you lost your chance at something special. Hell, even if you can do that, you probably still won't replicate the magic in that Amoeba Music store.

I jokingly said late Monday/early Tuesday that this was my greatest story ever and my moment to be a legend. I think I might have been right. It doesn't get any better than last night.

Thanks for the Interview...Asshole

I had an interview with Outlaw Productions today that I want to forget and remember at the same time. Let me just say that Luke Sandler is a fucking asshole. If I see him in the street getting raped in the ass by two big black men and screaming with his lame British accent, I am simply going to let him suffer.

I don't care if you choose not to hire me. It happens, not everyone is suited for every job. I know you can't get every job, but it's called class. There I am in the interview and he abruptly cuts me off, says he's not going to hire me, and doesn't want me to waste any more of his time. I just sat there a little shocked and confused. Then, quietly left the office upset that I wasted my time coming to the interview. You can at least let me finish and decide not to call me back. Seriously, what the fuck?

I got to Kopelson today and told David about it. And he was like, "Yeah. Luke is a prick." I have no problem agreeing with him.

He Got Game...In Boston

The Celtics traded for Ray Allen tonight. Very interesting deal, but I actually like it. They still have their young core players and added a veteran. Still, I don't see them competing for the championship. I do think they can make the playoffs and once you get into the playoffs anything goes. It should be interesting what happens in the coming months. Let's just hope Danny and Doc don't try to do anything stupid.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Dear Boston Film Festival: Please Accept My Film

My life has been full of journeys, lately. Tomorrow, I will mail my submission to the Boston Film Festival. Let's cross our fingers and hope I'll get accepted. There should be plenty more to come. I will continue to keep you informed.

Random Thoughts about The Beatles "Reunion" on Larry King Live

I watched that Beatles "reunion" on Larry King Live tonight. Talk about a joke. They made a big deal about something that was nothing. I will probably write this word a bunch of times in this post, but it was a joke. King asked horrible questions and it looked like all four of them were very uncomfortable.

First of all, the word "reunion" doesn't make any sense. The last chance for a Beatle reunion ended on the night of December 8, 1980 when John Lennon was shot four times in front of his apartment. Anyone with half a brain knows that. Yoko Ono and Olivia Harrison are and never will be Beatles, so get over it. Just lose the word, plain and simple.

My favorite moment of the hour broadcast was when King indirectly asked about McCartney's divorce. Paul responded he doesn't talk about it and thanks for bringing it up. I just thought exchange summed up the whole interview. Plus, Larry King was asking dumb and obvious questions that a true Beatles fan already knows the answer to. "Did you know you would be as big as you were" questions have been asked a million times. Or even "Do you still play for the money" questions, which is just as bad.

Overall, I thought it was horrible and it was lame. It got to the point when Paul and Ringo were making fun of Larry King, which I thought was funny. So if you missed the interview and were disappointed. Don't worry. You didn't miss anything other than a big joke on the part of CNN and Larry King Live.

The Greatest Story Ever Told: Part I

Here you go. I took various notes throughout the day for what would only be the first half of my journey to see Paul McCartney. I wrote this stuff as I went along, so it is damn authentic. Hope you enjoy. I will post part 2 probably on Thursday.

7:45 a.m.: I have arrived at Amoeba. A lot of people are sleeping in sleeping bags or chairs. There is probably only 160 people here. I introduce myself to my "neighbor" for the next 36 hours, Trini, and her daughter, Krissy (probably around 10-12). Let the games begin.

8:25 a.m.: Next person arrives, Sadrac. He's going to be a senior in high school. Apparently, he just found out about the show and took a bus down. What's up with these names? Is it Hollywood or McCartney fans?

8:45 a.m.: Someone from Amoeba (she has an Amoeba t-shirt on) tells us to move closer to the building. I don't know if I will ever buy it, but I want one of those t-shirts to remember this.

9:00 a.m.: Part of me doesn't really care now, but I could have easily slept a couple more hours at the apartment. Only one person has arrived after me.

9:10 a.m.: A big group of Mexicans (couple adults, teens, and younger couple) arrive. Not going to lie, not what you consider to be diehard Beatle/McCartney fans. Wait a second, the younger couple are making out right next to me. Who would have thought I could watch the making of a softcore porno while waiting in line. That reminds me, where are all the hot girls? I'm the only good looking person in their 20s in line.

9:15 a.m.: Sadrac is eating some Jack in the Box. I think I might embark on a "Super Size Me" diet only subsitute McDonald's with Jack.

9:20 a.m.: The Mexicans busted out the pot. I am all for smoking, but there's a time (it's 9:20, chicos) and a place (not on the fucking side of the road in Hollywood). I hate to sound racist, but I hope a cop drives by right now.

9:40 a.m.: Some lady just gave me (un)officially number 162. I better get in.

10:00 a.m.: ABC 7 camera man starts filming the line of people. I'm sure this is just the beginning of media coverage.

10:03 a.m.: The property owner tells us to move down to make some room for painters. As a result, we are forced to move out of the shade. I wish I brought my sunglasses and some sunscreen.

10:45 a.m.: A nice girl from Amoeba hands out fans. It is getting really hot out here.

10:55 a.m.: This is extremely random, but I have to write this. Some guy just walked past me with a Nitro Girls t-shirt. Too funny.

11:00 a.m.: First site of a remotely attractive female. She's probably twenty people ahead of me. I think she's a little too tall for me. Let me check. I actually don't see her anymore. Fuck it for now.

11:02 a.m.: As soon as I finished writing another girl to my right walked in front of me. At least the girls are getting pretty. It's still a long way away from McCartney.

11:55 a.m.: Guy tells us that we don't have to wait until tomorrow. At 1:30 p.m., they will give you a card to come back tomorrow and reserve your spot in line. We can even bring digital cameras.

12:05 p.m.: Girl from Outlaw Productions calls me for an interview. I am forced to schedule it for Thursday at 10:30 a.m. and proceed to tell her that I am waiting to see McCartney at his secret gig. No idea if that was a good idea. Maybe, the producer likes the Beatles and I can talk to her about the show?

12:30 p.m.: Not as powerful as originally thought, but 24 hours until the bracelets will be given out.

12:42 p.m.: I Called Kopelson about Thursday. I think Heath is pissed at me. Hopefully, it blows over. Quick side notes, it still smells like pot or as one guy in line said, "Doobie!" Some of the people here are really cool. I've been talking to a couple different people and they have some good Beatle related stories. Arlene, one of my neighbors, told me about how she met Paul at a hotel and took a picture with him, then years later found it on ebay for eight dollars. Another guy told me, he saw Paul at Ralph's and they were looking at mangos together. Then, there is this British guy who won't shut the fuck up, but knows his shit. He saw The Beatles in 1964. There has to be over 250 people here. Oh, and I'm hungry, thirsty, and hot.

1:23 p.m.: See a couple more pretty girls. Unfortunately, they are at least number 250 (probably closer to 275), so highly unlikely I will be talking to them anytime soon. Wow, another girl just walked past me. I think it's so hot out right now that I'm incapable of getting a boner. Here are those two girls again. The second one is better. Wow, I'm bad. It's really fucking hot out. I'm dying over here. All my water is so hot I feel like I put it on the stove or something.

1:28 p.m.: Hope they start the cards soon. I want to go to Jack in the Box. Take this for what it's worth, but there's only one thing that all those Mexicans and Paul McCartney have in common: weed/pot/cannabis/Mary Jane/doobie!

1:30 p.m.: It's time. Let's get going. Just saw some girl's hand and it's 293, so we probably got around 300 people here.

1:31 p.m.: Kyle calls me and says hello. Pain in the ass.

2:15 p.m.: Still waiting. they're around number 80. The EMI Vice President, Jimmy, walks past me and says, "What's up?" Then, he keeps walking. What the fuck?

2:23 p.m.: Amoeba guy hands out Atkin's Advantage chocolate chip bars. Do you think I give a fuck about carbs right now? Where the fuck is the water? I hear they're around number 100.

2:33 p.m.: The Mexicans have officially pissed me off. They're smoking (pot) and drinking (beer) in public. They're listening to rap. They even don't know what a trash can is since they keep throwing their trash on the street. They're annoying, plain and simple. I just don't feel like they belong. Someone needs to tell them that this event is for Beatle fans only.

2:55 p.m.: Finally get my card, so I can leave and come back tomorrow to get my bracelet for the show. I will have to be back at around 12:00 p.m. to be safe, but I will probably get there even earlier. Not worth taking any chances.

2:59 p.m. Go into Amoeba for the first time and look at stage. It's really small. Smaller than I would even imagined. Tomorrow should be really interesting. Hopefully, I will be able to see since the CD racks are a little high. At this point, what's to complain about? I'm going to see Paul McCartney tomorrow night.

A Look at Steroids and Pro Wrestling

The details still need to be discovered, but I really want to write something about this topic. Being a huge wrestling fan, it's hard not to think about the Chris Benoit situation and where it will leave pro wrestling. Really, it is scary for everyone involved since this is easily the biggest real life story coming out of pro wrestling since Owen Hart's death in May 1999.

First, let's look at why steroids have become such a big part of the business. It really started in the 1980s with the rise of the Immortal, Hulk Hogan. No wrestler was ever more popular and Vince McMahon and the WWF (renamed WWE for the uneducated wrestling fans) decided to go in that direction. They wanted bigger and stronger wrestlers. If you look at some of the biggest wrestlers in that period, they were huge.

Then, they had this big lawsuit in the early 1990s, which killed that movement. They quickly shifted gears to smaller, more technical wrestlers like Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels. Then, around the Attitude Era in the late 1990s, it slowly started to shift again. The market wanted nicer and muscular bodies. Plus, let's face it, pro wrestling easily has the most grueling schedule of any sport (Yes, I am going to call it a sport to simplify this post). They wrestle easily over 250 dates a year. Some even more. To put it bluntly, pain kilers and steroids were and are used by many.

The 2000s have been a horrible decade for wrestler deaths. Many have died "young" in their 40s. I am not even going to attempt to list them all since it would be ridiculous. This might sound crazy, but I don't completely blame the WWE for this. If anyone is to blame, it is the entire sport of pro wrestling. A lot of these deaths, come from wrestlers who were wrestling in the indie circuit (Previous wrestlers in WWE, WCW, and ECW who can't find work in the WWE or TNA) and just trying to get by with the bare minimum.

Basically, the WWE have screwed themselves big time. Recently, they implemented a drug policy in the company, which has been effective in a sense. They ARE suspending wrestlers and good ones, too. But, then one of the most popular and best wrestlers of the last 10 years, has died in an apparent double murder/suicide that was possibly influenced by drugs/steroids. To top it off, they have a three hour tribute show in his honor on Monday night. I don't solely blame them since their intentions were good. They suffered serious bad luck there and are probably kicking themselves. The problem is that if they didn't do it, they would also never heard the end of it since he was so beloved by fans and fellow wrestlers. Finally, to even top that off, they recently introduced an angle that revolved around Vince McMahon getting blown up in his limo. To sum it all up, the WWE are on a roll right now.

Luckily, wrestling fans are extremely loyal. They might lose some people, but the diehards will stay. It has always been that way since I was a little kid. In my opinion, I would be very conservative on this topic and really drill it into their employees. Start drug testing everyone and do it continously. And also, don't talk about the death because anything they do will be wrong. Leave it be. It's too deep. I really think Benoit will be the next O.J., which is really sad. A GREAT career is tarnished by a deeply disturbing act. I just want to know why?

Wow, that was Quick!

I will post a more detailed post later in the day, but obviously I'm back from waiting in line. Amoeba decided to let people go home since there was about 300 people there at noon. I was number 162 in line and yes, I did get a ticket. I just have to be back by noon tomorrow and I will receive my bracelet. Maybe, it's not as cool as camping out the for a night, but still by the time it's over, I will have been sitting outside Amoeba for roughly 14 hours or so. I'll add more later.

The Greatest Story Ever Told is about to Begin...

You ever watch those movies when you were a kid and there was always this character who became a "legend" by doing something never seen before? You know like Fisher flying in "Radio Flyer" or Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez getting in a pickle with Hercules in "The Sandlot". Well, I am about to embark on my moment. Why and how, you might ask?

I've realized that sometimes you have to do something so fucking crazy that even your kids and grandkids thought you were cool when you were young. I'm getting ready to write my story. Yes, I am getting ready to camp out for 40 hours in an attempt to see Paul McCartney play live at Amoeba Music in Hollywood.

Crazy? Yes. Genius? Yes. I've been waiting for this moment in my life. It's my time to go into the record books and become a legend.

I will be blogging throughout the entire trip. When I return to a computer, I will post you all the details. So, if you got nothing better to do, then stop by and say hello or wish my luck. Hahaha. This should be interesting.

Monday, June 25, 2007

R.I.P. Chris Benoit

Today one of the best technical wrestlers in the business, Chris Benoit, died along with his wife and son. I plan to write more on this as more details become available. My thoughts go out to his family. Benoit was one of the best and will truly be missed by all.

The Secret is out, Paul...

I just got word from my Dad and later confirmed from an email from PaulMcCartney.com that he will be playing a "secret" gig at Amoeba music in LA on Wednesday. I was all excited at first since this would be a cool show to see for a number of reasons. I've seen him twice, but I could never get tired of seeing him perform.

I decided to call Amoeba shortly after I heard the news (5:45 p.m. Pacific Time) and the lady told me already 40 people lined up. Are you kidding me? The show is not until 7:30 p.m. on Wednesday! Basically, I am going to have to camp out for close to 24 hours to even have a legit shot. They will start handing bracelets out at 12:30 p.m. on Wednesday.

So, here is my plan. I'm going to leave Kopelson at 1:00 p.m. tomorrow in an attempt to pull this off. I will basically wait in line for 24 hours and hope I get a bracelet. Still, I am going to call Amoeba before I leave to see if it is even worth it. The girl on the phone told me that they plan to let in about 400 people.

I guess it's moments like these that determine who the true fans are. I guess unemployment has its benefits. Cheers!

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Top 10 Bands I Would Want to See Live

So, now that The Police (previously number five) have been taken off the list, let's see who is left on this almighty list. Unfortunately, most of these acts no longer exist or the musician is no longer alive, but it's fun to think what if.

10. Elvis Presley
9. Janis Joplin
8. Cream
7. Queen
6. The Who (with Moon and Entwistle)
5. Pink Floyd
4. Led Zeppelin
3. The Doors
2. Jimi Hendrix
1. The Beatles

The Police Arrested Me

At least my ears have stopped ringing. A day after I saw The Police at Dodger Stadium, I'm still trying to figure out where to rate the show. I wrote yesterday that I was nervous, but I think I might have overreacted. I had a couple issues with the show, but overall I would give it a thumbs up. Still, it hurts to do it after spending a little over $150 on the ticket and souvenirs (Yes, a t-shirt and program are essential in my opinion. Disagree if you want.).

Was this the best concert I've ever seen? No, but it was good. The Police were in the coveted top five bands I always wanted to see live and last night I lived my dream. I think a lot of people did. Their last tour was 1984, so anyone under 23 and actually probably under 35 never had a legit chance to see them play before. Whether they will admit it or not, The Police are a nostalgia act. So, my first big complaint will surface and that's play the fucking hits and play them like you recorded them. I don't want to hear a slowed down version of "Don't Stand So Close to Me" or "Roxanne". I'm sorry, but I want to hear the version that I hear when I turn on the radio.

I also still thought the band sounded a little off at times. Ocassionally, you could hear a fuck up and it was almost as they knew it, too. What makes them good is the fact that it doesn't bother them and they keep on playing. Plus, people didn't really care since they were just having a good time.

I will say what also helped make this show good was the fact that not only Fiction Plane opened, but Foo Fighters played for an hour too. Fiction Plane was mediocre at best. Foo Fighters really got the crowd going and I was highly impressed. Hell, Dave Grohl even jumped into the crowd, started to run around, and plowed people over in the process. It was a classic moment and I can just remember thinking that this is what a concert is all about.

After Foo Fighters finished, The Police came on about half an hour later. Stewart Copeland banged a gong and you could start to smelling marijuana as they opened with "Message in a Bottle". The show had good energy and I enjoyed myself. I still consider McCartney to be a better concert, but The Police did well. I wasn't at Staples or Honda Center, but I have a feeling that this was the best show in southern California. They even managed three encores, which I thought was gutsy (McCartney has done two during his last two tours, but with more songs). Although, the second and third were only one song each. Still, it shows how popular they are right now.

My overall opinion is that if you have the extra money the concert is definitely worth it. I never saw them in the 1980s, so it was a treat to see them play together and relive the greatness of The Police.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Sending Out an S.O.S. to The Police

The countdown to The Police concert has begun. I'm going to the show tonight in Dodger Stadium. I've been waiting for this show for a long time, so I have high expectations. Although, I'm not going to lie when I say I'm a little nervous. I've been reading reviews for their concerts and especially their concerts in southern California (Wednesday at Staples Center and Thursday at Honda Center). Both shows were disappointments.

I'm really hoping they read the newspapers and step up to the plate. Opening are Fiction Plane and the Foo Fighters, so hopefully they can get the audience going early. I'll give you a detailed report when I get back tonight and let you know the verdict of the show.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Sweet (Sounding) Pea

I spent a little over three hours doing a sound mix for "Sweet Pea" today with Josh, Sean, and Tim. Even though it was a long day, I am very happy with it. I think it sounds great. It turned out much better than I ever imagined. The score is just damn good. Josh just wrote some great sounding music and Tim was great today in the mixing room. He heard some shit and made some suggestions, I would have never thought of. Then, you listen with the changes and it's like, "Wow, that sounds so much better." After today, we are just left with some synching issues that we hope to take care of on Monday, then we will get it ready for a last minute submission to the Boston Film Festival.

It would be an understatement to say how excited I am over the prospects of the BFF. I really, really, really want to premiere the movie in Beantown this September. It might sound crazy, but I actually do not want to premiere it anywhere else in the world and that includes Cannes, Venice, Berlin, and Sundance. Growing up in a city twenty miles north (Peabody) of Boston, it would be a dream to premiere there. Plus, it's a great story. I can see it now, "Hometown Hero Premieres Film to Rave Reviews!"

I made a promise to myself when I came out to California almost three years ago that I would return to Massachusetts with a film. Now, I just have to close the deal. Believe me, I will keep you updated when I find out more details. It's a very exciting time for me.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

The Sad State of Boston Sports

A couple years ago Boston was once again on top of the sports world. With three championships from February 2004 to February 2005, life was good to be a Boston sports fan. Now, a little over two years later, things could be much better. Even though, two organizations (Pats and Sox) are still damn good, the other two just simply stink. Actually, they suck and it hurts to write that. People fail to realize/remember that for the majority of time during the history of Boston sports those two stinky/sucky/shitty teams were "the teams". For those who have no idea what I'm talking about, it's the B's and Celts.

The Bruins were probably the most popular team in Boston in the 1970s and were damn good in the 30s and 40s. Hell, the 80s and early 90s they were even extremely popular. I know since my Dad had season tickets at the old Boston Garden. They even made the playoffs 29 straight years, which is the North American major sports record for consecutive playoff appearances. The Bruins were fun to watch and they had extremely likable players such as Orr, Esposito, Bucyk, O'Reilly, Neely, and Bourque to name just a few.

Unfortunately, in the late 1990s to present, they fail to even come up in conversation when talking about Boston sports. They are barely a shadow of their former selves. Why? Horrible management and losing. Hockey is a great sport to watch, yet no one cares to go to the games and NHL ratings are down, period. It's sad, but the Bruins are nothing in Boston.

Today, they hired their third coach in the last year. And the last time they made the playoffs was before the lockout when they were upset in the first round. Claude Julien wants the players to be more gritty. Okay, but last time I checked that doesn't win every game. The Bruins need some fucking talent. I want to see them raise the Cup in my lifetime, yet they fail to realize you have to make moves to win. Their current crop of players is medoicre at best. Their captain is an overrated and oversized goofball defenseman. And their best offensive player would probably be unrecognizable if you met him on the street. I'm talking about Marc Savard in case you were wondering.

I realize Bobby Orr is not going to lace up ice skates and magically play again, but the Bruins brass needs to wake up and do something. Be a somebody again and stop blaming the coach. Last time I checked, the players are the ones who keep turning the puck over.

Now, onto that other team, the Celtics. A team that won 16 championships in 30 years. The greatest dynasty in the history of sports has reached a new low. I thought the Celtics were bad in the mid 90s right after Bird and McHale retired. I used to go to the games and the Boston Garden and later Fleet Center (renamed BankNorth Garden) was so empty that you could literally sit courtside since no one went to the games. Then, the Celts pretended to get good again for a short period of time around 2002 before stinking again.

I read today that Kevin Garnett refused a trade to the Celtics. Thank God because that's the last thing I wanted in Boston. Another loser who is frankly overrated. I'm sick of everyone sucking the dick of these high school phemons and praising how good they are. Besides maybe Kobe and LeBron, what has any of them done besides score 50 points maybe. Where is their championships? All I see is endorsement deals and useless individual trophies. Do you think Bill Russell or Larry Bird gave a shit about the MVP trophy? I don't think so. They cared about the world championship. They cared about being the best. That's what was so good about the Celtics under Red from the 50s through 80s. They cared about winning as a team.

Then, there is this guy like Garnett or KG if you want to sound cool, who some people probably think will save the team and help them win it all. Give me a break. Garnett is a bum and would never be a Celtic, so I'm glad he rejected the trade. I don't want him wearing Celtic green. Let someone else have him. Any player that is getting forced off a team is not one I want on mine. Plus, is he really worth Al Jefferson, Wally, Theo, Telfair, and the number five pick. Okay, I don't like Wally, Theo, and Telfair, but I would hate to get rid of Jefferson and the number five. Not worth it.

The biggest problem with the Celts is that they are really helpless right now. They're in no man's land. Even with a good draft pick, they still stink. Maybe they'll make the playoffs, but they can't compete for the title. Who do I blame for all this? Rick Pitino. I'm kidding, somewhat.

Basically, after writing this sad and mad piece of writing, I have come to the conclusion that you pretty much have to have the lowest possible expectations for the Bruins and Celtics. If not, they you will be disappointed. They're both going nowhere anytime soon. Sad, sad, sad...

The Real Film School

I had a really good conversation with the VP of Development, Ryan Engle, yesterday at Kopelson. I like to call it eye opening. It really got me thinking to be quite honest. He was talking to me about my career and future and how to suceed in this business. He gave me some really good pointers that I won't be forgetting anytime soon.

I thought it was really interesting that he said as an assistant you are going to film school. If you just go home and complain about it, then you will fail. You have to go home and read scripts, write notes, coverage, live and breath this business. Everything you do is a learning experience. You should constantly learn from your boss and if you're not learning, then go somewhere else.

He used the term "film school" in the real world and I thought it was really interesting. It was almost like who cares where you got your bachelor's degree. Film school really starts now. It starts in the real world. I thought it was an amazing perspective since few people actually think that. It's true though and when you look at Ryan and see what he has accomplished it is really hard to argue against his philosophy. Agree or disagree if you want, but I think he made some valid points that should not be overlooked.

What a Deal!

I was going to write about this last night, but I never got the chance. I went shopping at this store in the Century City mall, Veni Vidi Vici, which is a European clothing store. They had this deal of 3 items for 99 dollars. I figured it was a good deal considering the retail value of all the clothes in their is roughly 80 dollars each.

Anyway, I go in there and start looking around. The sales rep starts talking to me and asks if I smoke. I replied that I had no cigarettes on me, which he then replied that he meant kush (marijuana for all you "stupid" readers). I was a little confused and politely rejected since I really don't like buying off people I have never met before in my life. So we keep talking and he tells me how he is a member of the cannabis club (medical marijuana term in California) and how it helps him battle his former cocaine addiction. Then, he asks if I wanted a hit. Now, remember I am at a store in the mall. Okay, so the guy is by himself, but still I couldn't believe it. Once again, I politely rejected the offer since I still had to drive to Glendale.

I decided I wanted to try on a pair of pants, so I am shown to the back by this guy. He then tells me while I try on the pants, he is going to take a hit. There I am trying on these jeans while the sales rep is taking a hit off a bong. Finally, I decide to make my purchase and buy the clothes off this stoned guy. He starts ringing the clothes and has me sign the credit card receipt. As I sign, I notice that the receipt is only for roughly 70 dollars which is much less than I anticipated. I proceed to quietly sign the receipt and quickly leave the store.

The guy was apparently so stoned that he forgot to ring in one of the items and I had one hell of a deal. Now, maybe I am going to hell because of it, but that's their fault. I am not against marijuana, but you have to smoke wisely and not on a job. You get what you ask for. The guy told me that he just started two weeks ago and at this rate he will be lucky if he survives two more.

Carded and Discarded

It's official. I succesfully applied for a California license today. After taking a written test, I will have my new ID in a couple of weeks. I was just getting sick of having an out of state ID. Plus, if I am going to be living out here, it is really pointless not to have one. It is really a matter of time, so why not just get it now?

I will say that the written test is actually hard. Well, at least to me it is. They ask you questions that 9 out of 10 drivers would probably get wrong if asked on the spot. A lot of it is information or actions you don't ever really think about. Still, it is very passable, but without prior driving knowledge or studying, the average person will probably fail.

Monday, June 18, 2007

The Art of the Interview

I realized something today. After going on yet another interview, I came to the conclusion that it is like an artform. Okay, maybe that is a little over the top, but seriously. It's like dating. You laugh at stuff that isn't funny and you try to bullshit your way around just enough so you can get into your interviewer's pants (also known as a job). Not everyone is good at interviewing. Honestly, I feel like every interview I get better and better. In a way, I wish I could do my interview with 3 Arts Entertainment again for the simple reason that I could do much better. The unfortunate part is that is not going to happen, so I might as well just move on to the next company.

I had my interview today with Amsel, Einsenstadt, and Frazier, which is a small boutique agency in LA. I applied for this job working in the youth division as an assistant to two agents. Besides the shitty pay (400 a week, which seems to be the entry level standard) and the prospects of a one year commitment, I actually really liked the place. I felt good talking to both agents (Nicole and Milton) and I think that is really important. I had a much different feeling compared to my previous interview with Principal Entertainment.

All I do know is that whenever I end up has to realize that I might be leaving for a week in September for the Boston Film Festival pending Sweet Pea's acceptance. I can't pass up that opportunity and they will just have to realize that.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Leaving your Body

I got high last night for the first time in a while. It was probably the best high I've had in some time, too. I have been laying low with drugs the past few months after a couple bad trips, but last night gave me some renewed faith. I still don't consider myself a drug addict in any way, but it is a great feeling in moderation I do believe. It also really makes you appreciate albums like "Sgt. Pepper's" and "Dark Side of the Moon".

There was one point in the night that I was so high that if I closed my eyes, I literally felt like I left my body. I was in this trance and it was cool. Although, I always snapped out of it in fear of not being able to come back. I don't know, it's hard to explain. I have just never experienced that before in my life.

I do know this, that last night I wasn't depressed or had any sad thoughts. I was happy and to me that is the most important thing in someone's life: happiness. I guess the point I'm trying to make is what's the difference between smoking weed or taking an anti-depressant for example? If you're not driving or going anywhere and the illegal "medicine" works "better" then I say fuck it and take a hit from a bong. Disagree if you want, but I think it's a valid point.

Happy 40th, Monterey Pop Festival

Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of the start of one of the greatest concerts of all time, the Monterey Pop Festival. I just got finished watching this VH1 documentary on the event and it really blows my mind. I highly recommend watching it. I believe it was called Monterey at 40. Few people realize how bad I want to go back in time and live in the 1960s. It is just a time period that I don't think can be topped. Peace, love, and music. Oh, and don't forget drugs.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Okay, so it's Not One of the Big Five

And nobody ever thought I would post three times in one day. Ha! Anyway, I just got a call from some youth agency for an assistant job. Definitely not a long term venture, but it might be a good place to start. I will just have to wait and see on Monday. It might some surprising to someone outside of the business, but any agency experience is usually good experience on a resume. Maybe the third interview will be the charm.

I Would Rather Duck Hunt than Job Hunt Any Day of the Week

I went on another interview today. This one was at Principal Entertainment. Although, the place seemed cool in the beginning, I really wasn't feeling it during the interview. They give two weeks vacation, but don't want you to take any time off during the first year. Of course, that would mean I would not be able to go back home during the summer or during the Boston Film Festival(pending if the film is finished and accepted).

I probably wrote this yesterday, but I am extremely discouraged at this process. I know it might sound stupid, but I really thought it would be easier. I had two internships and graduated from a good film school with honors. Still, I am striking out and slowly losing hope.

I have been thinking about going home now for a week, then coming back and regrouping myself. It might give me time to relax, but it will also make me lose a week of possible interviews if I happen to get any calls. I don't know what I am going to do. I guess you could say I am a little clueless right now.

The Top 10 Moments in College

I posted this in my other journal/blog, so I figure I will post it here, too.

THE TOP 10 MOMENTS OF COLLEGE
10. Breaking into the Hammond Building - Fitchburg State (Freshman Year)
I usually consider my first year in college to be the lost year in my life, but I will say it did have one defining moment. With my two friends, Adam and Brian, we managed to break into the Hammond Building, which was the main building on campus. Why? I really don't know. I guess we were really bored and spent a couple hours walking around the deserted and dark building. Then, of course we decided to throw away all the newspapers, which resulted in Brian's famous phrase, "I fucked The Point" (FSC's campus newspaper). Not sure what ever happened to those two guys, but that was a fun night.

9. The Rise and Fall of The Movers - Chapman (Junior Year)
Do I really need to explain this? "The Movers" saga is long and frustrating to everyone involved. From the pitch in November to the all nighter and the horrible shoot in January to the embarassing premiere in May, this film was something we all want to forget, but it is impossible. And you might wonder how big it was in the film school? Well, people still talked about that movie getting fucked up well over a year after we shot it. I really think that film has entered Chapman folklore of huge disappointments.

8. Fourth of July Weekend 2006 - Chapman (Senior Year)
Last summer had a fair share of classic moments, but the first one on this list is the long weekend of the fourth. We basically spent the entire three day weekend drinking alcohol. That weekend made me realize how good last summer really was. We had no worries and it felt damn good.

7. Notice of Foreclosure - Chapman (Senior Year)
We were shooting "I Saved the World from Global Warming" when some Asian lady tells us we have been conned. The Monroe house was too good to be true and we were extremely worried. I actually was so nervous in the beginning that I thought my life was in danger. No joke. Two good things did come out of this. One was that our lease was void, so we could leave whenever we wanted. The other was the foreclosure, which was a disappointment in some respect, but still a really cool theme party.

6. The First Big One - Chapman (Senior Year)
A couple days after my 21st birthday, we planned to do power hour with Sean and Courtney. Julian and I were so tired that we fell asleep only to hear Sean knocking on the door at 11:30. It was the beginning to a long night and easily the best party of the summer. We started to do power hour and then just kept drinking. Before you know it, the whole entire Davis community is partying it up at C4. After that the details are a little fuzzy since I blacked out. I just remember waking up in the bathroom with Julian holding cleaning supplies. I definitely puked my brains out.

5. Steve Prefontaine Party - Chapman (Senior Year)
The best party I ever went to in college, hands down. The coolest and most original theme, the best spirit, plenty of alcohol, and tons of people. It is hard to imagine a party theme of Steve Prefontaine being any good, but it really was. People came in track uniforms and mustaches. We built a track in the house and everyone in the house had a damn good costume. People even ran around the block in Pre's honor. Every other party we had was only a failed attempt to live up to the legend of the Prefontaine party. Go Pre!

4. Adventures in Tucson - Chapman (Junior Year)
Few people know this, but we were supposed to go to San Francisco this weekend. We backed out when the forecast said it would rain. Option B was go to Nolan's home for the weekend. His friend, BT, was turning 21 and renting out a hotel room. How bad could it really get? First off, during the day, we decided to go for a hike in this canyon. There I am climbing over huge boulders and falling into cactuses. All I have to say is I will never go on another climb with Nolan unless I am being chased by Bigfoot or something. Anyway, at night was when it all began. There were way too many people in the hotel to begin with, so people started to complain. People are running out the backdoor into the golf course. I hid behind a generator or something. Eventually, we left since things were getting too crazy. I drank way too many Mike's Hard Lemonades (I will never drink another one again in my life after this experience. The thought of Mike's make me sick.) and alcohol in general. I first puked in a bush outside the hotel. We get back to Nolan's house and I proceeded to puke throughout the night. I puked so much that I had nothing left to puke out. Thank God it was interterm because I was sick for the next day or two. Hell, I even puked once more when I got back to the New Hall apartment. I seriously blame Mike's for this since I have drank higher amounts of alcohol in my life and never got anywhere near as sick. The sugars in Mike's make you sick and I paid for it. Oh, and I have yet to return to Tucson.

3. Five Guys, No Power, Alcohol, and Weed - Chapman (Senior Year)
Somehow we managed to get this house on Monroe ave. Of course, anytime you move you have to spend some time without cable or the internet, but we also lived without power for a couple days. I am not really sure why it took so long, but that was it. It was the second night in the house and the five of us (Angelo, Julian, Kyle, Nolan, and I) spent the night around the coffee table with candles and flashlights drinking alcohol. We had nothing else to do and we weren't going to read a book. Then, we decided to bust out the weed. It is probably the only time in my life when I will get high with a group of guys in a house with no power. It was one of those moments I don't think I will ever forget. I think it defined our friendship to me at least. It was also the unofficial start to senior year and the rollercoaster ride of the Monroe house.

2. What Happens in Mexico, Stays in Mexico - Chapman (Sophomore Year)
If there is one moment that I honestly consider this is what college is all about, then this would be it. It was a normal night and we were at The Block on a Saturday night. Running out of ideas of what to do, we were like let's go to Mexico. Devi, Dres, Julian, and I proceed to jam into his tiny CRX and drive down to Tijuana. We crossed the border and took a taxi to this club. Then, we walked to a couple more clubs. Of course, this trip is known for the flaming shot, which I did twice or something. Guy lights it on fire and you drink it with a straw. Then, there was me asking for someone to point me straight. Or Julian walking into every bar in Tijuana. For some reason, Devi forgot her license, so we had to convince customs to let her back into the States. You have Julian telling the guy she goes to Chapman. Luckily, Devi is white, so there was no problems. Finally, we start to drive back to Orange. Devi and Dres decide to pull over and leave me and Julian in the back of the car. And yes, the only reason Julian woke up was that I farted and it smelt so bad. We get out of the car and are confused. Julian decides to drive around and starts getting angry. We manage to find Devi and Dres and resolve our differences. Oh, and there was a small detour to Lego Land in San Diego on the way back. We just drove to the entrance and that was it. Don't ask. When it was all set and done, I think we made it back to Orange around 7 or 8 a.m. It was the ultimate college adventure and I actually never went back to Mexico. I really don't think I need to. That trip was enough for me.

1. Sweet Pea - Chapman (Senior Year)
Okay, so this is not technically one moment, but how can this not be number one? In a sense it was the reason I went to college. It was the reason I came to Chapman. It was my chance to prove the doubters wrong and reaffirm the believers. I started to write this script back in October 2005 and the idea started to crop into my head during the summer of 2005. A year later, we are shooting film. And I can't forget the amazing contributions from Grandpa and my parents. Without them, I don't know where I would be. All I can really say was that making this film was magical to me. Something I will never forget. Like "Wicked Pissah" in a way, I think this film will always have a special place in my heart regardless of what my future holds. Also, premiering this film at Chapman was probably the best feeling I had since I gave out my famous speech in high school. It is one of moments that you wish you could freeze frame or at least have the opportunity to experience again. I just don't think that's possible and that is why this is the number one moment.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

So, this is the internet?

After roughly a little over a week, the apartment/townhouse/residence finally got hooked up with the internet. I guess you could say it has been a poor excuse not to write anything in a while, but what can you do?

I will say that the job search has been rough the last couple weeks. I have been getting sporadic phone calls for interviews. I had an interview with 3 Arts Entertainment, which didn't work out. I even took this stupid aptitude test for manager/scientologist Joel Stevens and apparently my "IQ" and "aptitude" was not good enough. No wonder the guy is a scientologist. I am applying to be an assistant not a fucking rocket scientist. Tomorrow I have another interview with Principal Entertainment, so we will have to wait and see. I even shaved my beard for this one, so I mean business.

Another quick note about this place. I do like it, though I still wish I was closer to LA. Depending on where I work this could be another "short" one year stay. I will say though that I am really happy with how my room turned out. Considering the walls are white, I think I did a good job putting various stuff up. Maybe, I should apply to be an interior designer rather than an assistant? I might have more luck landing a job.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

The Mover

I moved to Glendale yesterday. Goodbye Orange County! Also, goodbye Monroe House! What a mess that turned out to be, but I really think it worked out in the end. The new place is nice for now. I wish it was a little closer to LA, but it will do.

It is also difficult to complain now that I have my own room, which feels good. Sharing a room was fun, but it gets old after a while. Believe me when I say I have lived with every type of person while in college. I have experienced both extremes between my time in Fitchburg and Chapman.

The worst part about moving though is no internet or cable for a couple days. It is a pain in the ass, but I guess it gives me time to move, organize, and maybe read.

Friday, June 1, 2007

Getting a Blowjob by Three Wise Men

I puked my brains out last night and it wasn't even my 21st birthday. Still, my friends (Brian, Dres, Julian, Kyle, Max, Nolan, and Sean) took me out to the Yard House to drink for my birthday. The Yard House is famous for having over 150 beers on tap. I drank three beers plus I had a double shot of three wise men and a blowjob shot.

I realized last night that I really hate hard alcohol. I am shaking right now as I write about it. The thought of drinking the three wise men makes me sick.

Thank God you only have a birthday once a year where I have to succumb to the lows of hard alcohol and the puking that follows.