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Draplin Design Co., North America
June 05, 2003
Los An-guh-lees
Posted at 11:16 PM

Alright, alright, alright.

Back from big city Los Angeles…safe, unscathed, sunburnt, unsigned, unnoticed, inspired, perspired, thankful, star-struck and just plain glad to be living outside of California.

The last five days were interesting. An opportunity to take it all in; from the highest of the high to the lowest of the low.

We “shopped” at Barneys, bargain hunted at Fred Segals, compared overhyped trucker hats at countless hipster boutiques, took a walk through the Museum of Contemporary Art downtown, sat “sorta poolside” whilst important fucks mingled, gawked at bloated homes in them Hollyweird hills, slept in, compared notes, met new people, darted through traffic, rolled high numbers in high-stakes dice games, smelled the beach air, chowed down at Phillipe’s, hiked the garment district and sweated bullets in the hot sun.

Our senses were heightened, our eyes wide open…

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Yeah, yeah, yeah…we saw our fair share of so-called “stars.” First of all, you’d be amazed at how one handles themselves when they are in the spotlight. They walk with an air that is almost criminal, lips flapping on some micro cellphone, incognito but sticking out like a bump on a log. Watching people watch them…pretty interesting.

I made a list. I mean, of course. Here’s the rundown:

01. Giovanni Ribisi
02. Spike Lee (So good…I nodded and tipped my hat.)
03. Marky Mark Wahlberg (sans the Funky Bunch)
04. Hulk Hogan (doo rag, shades, contrasting facial hair, planet Hollywood letterman jacket and loose-fittin’ Zubaz pants. Wow. Fuck.)
05. Christina Ricci
06. Steve-O from Jackass (smokin’ a dog, yapping on his phone.)
07. Jesse Malin (guitar schlup for Ryan Adams)
08. Heather Graham (rollergirl…)
09. Cedric from At The Drive In
10. Scotty Scwartz (kid from The Toy, little fucker who got his tongue stuck to the pole in A Christmas Story, novelty porn star…)
11. Bobcat Goldthwait and a very siliconed Nikki Cox.

And to top it all off,

12. Frodo, for fuck’s sake. Little Elijah Wood.

Quite a collection of folks, eh. Hmmm. Uh, yeah.

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The absolute highlight of the trip was the chance to see those Flaming Lips at the Hollywood Palldium. Dinenna made a couple calls and locked down some VIP passes for the group. So awesome, thanks again. We sat up in the “very important person” section, sipping piss warm Budweisers, all the while, gawking at the stars sitting around us. Those Lips gave a good performance to all in attendance. All the props including dancing bears, Ace Hardware strobe lights and handfuls of confetti. The addition of the big screens behind the band made the show…timed atomic explosions, births, deaths, jazzercisers. Good stuff. Quite possibly, the most amazing “live deal” going.

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I love how you pass up fuck after fuck yappin’ on their cellphone…”Yo, where you at.”, “Whatchyoo doin’…”, “When you gonna get here?” Always connected. Impatient.

All in all, it was a good trip. I’m glad to be back.

Hollywood is one thing, Los Angeles is another. Surreal. Not for me. Good to gaze at now and again I suppose.

Things are busy at the CINCO–ho hum–and I’m gonna chip away at the pile real hard the next couple days. Oh yeah, photos, outtakes and other tidbits will be shared once they are downloaded, organzed and optimized.

There Are 11 Comments

Wow. The Hulkster.

Are you a Hulkamaniac, Draplin?

Posted by: Vitamins, Exercise and Prayer sayin' Ryno on 06/06/03 at 10:15 AM

no, just a zuba lovah.
besides, it’s hard to deny leather face, spandex bound men - as i well know.

Posted by: v-diddy on 06/06/03 at 10:55 AM

No, I’m not a Hulkamaniac. What a specimen! I’m more of a WayneCoyniac, or even a Farraraniac or possibly a Westerbergiac.

Fuck that Hulk Hogan, bruuuther!

Posted by: Draplin on 06/06/03 at 11:01 AM

Dig those Zubaz pants. I usually wear them with my Mental Headgear fleece jester hat while riding my Heavy Tools Trick Bonz twin-tip snowboard. Uh-huh. Yeah.

Glad you escaped from LA alive. Heather Graham is hot. Did you get to see her roller-girl camel toes? Did ya punch Steve-O in the nads? You should have.

Gotta roll.


Posted by: Eric 'Fashion Maven' Campbell on 06/06/03 at 11:02 AM

More like a Wasteoftimeiac.

I just don’t get it. Everyone likes it, but it sucks. Weird.

Posted by: Ryno, the final word on everything. on 06/06/03 at 5:24 PM

Ryno, oughta be ashamed of yerself.

Derogatory statements against Westerberg? How can you call yerself a good diplomat of Minneapolis? Those sorts of words are goddamn sacrilege. As far as I’m concerned, any slam on Westerberg is a slam on the Replacements, as well as Minneapolis. Bad move.

The Replacements were the greatest band of the ‘80s…hands down. Westerberg led them, and a whole decade.

Man, you gotta long way to go. No shit. Do yerself a favor and go out and get his latest: “Stereo.” You’ll come around to Paul.

I’m still shook up by such reckless naysayin’.

Posted by: Draplin on 06/06/03 at 9:33 PM

I’m gonna second Ryan’s opinion on Westerberg. As a matter of fact, I’ll go so far as to say “I really hate The Replacements, Soul Asylum, and all of the pseudo-country Minnesota crap-rock that the Minneapolis/St. Paul music scene pumps out.” Granted I can appreciate the song-writing talent that CAN exist in this type of music but I really don’t understand how so many people can bob their heads to this mundane, self-loathing, slacker horse pucky.

Then again, a lot of people think I listen to really horrible music too - my wife is one em.

Have a good weekend though.

Posted by: Andrew R. Jenkins on 06/07/03 at 1:15 PM

I’m going to quickly distance myself from Mr. Jenkins here, by declaring my support for the fine music of the midwest, and Minnesota, in particular. The Replacements, Husker DŁ, the Jayhawks (first few records), etc.
I further my stance my saying my dislike for Mr. Westerberg’s boring midlife-crisis adult-contempo stylings of nowadays in no way detract from the fine, high-quality sounds of the Replacements. In fact, I rather like P. Wester as a person. Its terribly unfortunate that, much like John Fogerty, he had to get old and start making unlistenable, bland junk.

Posted by: Ryno on 06/08/03 at 4:35 PM

Works for me Ryan. I didn’t mean to imply that you too had the strong “negative” feelings that I do, but more that you were voicing an opinion and I too wanted to jump on that opinion bandwagon. Go ahead and like ‘em it’s a free country. *GRIN*

Personally, I have a pretty hard time tolerating the “Minnesota” music scene (80’s to mid 90’s) though. Many of my friends (and their bands) were squashed “musically” because they DIDN’T sound like any of the earlier mentioned bands. I think it’s sad when today’s musicians get little or no credit because of the relative success of a few similar sounding bands ages ago. Maybe my beef is more with Minnesota’s critics then anything. But, that dislike does conveniently overlap with my low-threshold for countrified-rock.

But, that’s what makes life so beautiful. I can disagree and have my own opinions (although I should probably keep those thoughts to myself, no one cares what I have to say). Either way, I would love to hear from those that like Husker, Replacements, Soul Asylum, and the like - What about their music do you really enjoy? Is it the songwriting, the musicality, the attitude, or what? As a comparison, I’m a tremendous fan of jazz (primarily 50’s and 60’s jazz) - I like it for the complexity and layering of melodies and tones. I find the controlled chaos soothing and comforting.

andrew “or just tell me to shup up” jenkins

Posted by: Andrew R. Jenkins on 06/08/03 at 7:38 PM

The drunk dude on a bike with the lion tattoo that punched that Grant P dude in the face at Mcad, he told us once that he used to drink with Soul Asylum, and that they had a really bad work ethic cause all they did was drink all of the time. That’s probably why Ryno prefers Soul Asylum over the Replacements, cause Soul Asylum throws down the yeast juice hard.

Dude, I prefer Soul Asylum because of Pirner’s filthy, stinky rat-nest of whiteman dreads, and the way he wiggles and bounces when they get to the exciting part in “Runaway Train.”

I am also much in awe of his uncanny abilities with young women, Winona Ryder, in particular. I recon that if I style myself and my demeanor after that ripped-knee jean wearing, dirty tee-shirt rock God, then I may too bone the beetlejuice out of Winona.

Really, what does that guy have that I don’t?

Posted by: Ryno, the Winona rider on 06/09/03 at 9:59 AM