I work like a mother fucking dog.  This weekend, I traversed six different states, managing three tours and two radio shows, a TV show and a residency for one of the biggest acts in the past 25 years (Beyonce).  I saw the Black Keys soundcheck and was reminded that they are, indeed, terrible. I can name-drop like a mother fucking pro.  I conceptualized an entire new show, based on the complete and total absurdity with which my mind tends to view the world, and its inhabitants.  I'll …

It's just really loud in here.  It's gotta be revenge.  I get it.  I also get to go to bed now to vibrating floors. 

I still love this place.

-dp

If only it were true. The expression "no words can describe" is a hackneyed, obfuscated, overused and ostensibly meaningless statement.  In certain cases, however, its poignancy is tangible; palpable. I was hoping to sit down and scribble the encapsulate - with a similar poignancy - for my friendship with one Brant Lyon.  This is, however, an equally-meaningless gesture, and I would consider him too humble a man to wish for such an effusive outpouring.  Instead, dear reader, I'll …

Famous people - as TV has taught us - have their picture taken so frequently that endless montages of their likeness can exist, unabated by heavy rotation. 

I am less certain that my photo - in the last 5 years or so - has been taken less than 5 times. 

Earlier than that?  Considerably more so, but nevertheless, it's the perpetuity - the almost Malthusian growth of the available images - that seems to coincide with fame. 

I am, however, thankful.  Anonymity is a blessing; identifiable is a curse. 

Besides, how else could you plan an elderly life of supervillainry? 

I need to get on that, already.  I already have the temperament for it. 

-dp

She smokes bitch sticks, to get her nic-fix.  The kind of cigarette, only a chick picks.

Sorry, this is extremely self-indulgent.  Wait...having a WEBSITE is extremely self-indulgent. 

Having a show is weird.  Not having a show...weirder. 

Having a job is hard.  Not having a job...harder. 

Having a healthy relationship is requires effort.  Finding a healthy relationship, when you don't have one...endless effort.  

It's gonna be a good Spring.  It's gonna be a better Summer. 

-dp

It's like Xenia says.  Just like Andy Warhol said he liked being bored.  Just like everyone likes being admired.  Just like most people are sick with self-importance.

Okay, that last one was a bit over-the-top; that, my friends, is how I do it. 

Speaking of over the top, life is over-the-top complicated as you grow older.  I keep learning that true-ism.

But, I keep learning, additionally, that being painstaking about the details, and playfully fawning over the people that one surrounds oneself with, will only lead to the right result. 

Do good things.  Fall hopelessly into whatever you're doing. 

Red is so pretty.  You're my boy, Blue.

-dp

germinal: Dictionary.com Word of the Day
germinal: being in the earliest stage of development.

Like my brain. 

Like a child.  The best way to think. 

Being jaded is boring, anyway. 

Excited, and excitable.  I am. 

Yeah.  Cool. 

Sometimes, pretentious = fun. Fun = hanging with Dan Voytek.  His perspective on all things is inherently unique.  Fun = Rodrigo y Gabriela, and their amazing road staff.  We have so many mutual friends, it's uncanny.  Fun = writing a new show, and having it catch the attention of others.  It's...well, fucked.  Geeked.  Loaded. Fun = full-fledged indifference to women.  It just burns them up, inside.  Fun = a band I don't particularly care for.  Sorry, …

because it ain't that past stupid shit that happened. 

Learning is good.  Aging is weird.  Iron helps us play. 

So, the other day, I'm in the grocery store, and there's a beautiful girl behind the register...so of course, I boned her on the spot.  In fact, she used the switch to advance/backup the conveyor to enhance our thrusts of carnal, primal passion. Earlier that day, I had to stop and put gas in my all new (2003) car.  The cashier girl at the station was smokin' hot, of course, so we climbed onto the hood of someone else's car and pumped some gas of our own, if you know what I'm sayin'. Later on …