The difference in writing blogs when high on coffee versus being dead sober, tired and dreary, is absolutely staggering. I just spent about 5 minutes thinking of the next sentence to write (i.e. this current sentence. By no means is my disclosure of my lack of originality, brilliant in any way). On coffee it’s a whole different beast, shit just flows out; both metaphorically and often literally. So, I’m gonna keep it lean today, as I simply do not have the brain power to write much, and I need to time my coffee consumption so that I can work after work today without being a smelly, tweaky, weirdo. I am unable to make that sacrifice for the sake of the blog.
I’m putting up a relatively rare single from Dr. Dre’s pre-NWA electro group, The World Class Wreckin Cru. Some wino at a swap meet in Hawthorne once told me some story about how Dr. Dre used to buy records off him at some other swap meet in Inglewood or El Segundo, and he kept mentioning that it was so hot at the swap meet in the summer that the soles of his sneakers started to melt and some of the records,which were in the sun started to warp. That really had nothing at all to do with Dr. Dre, and I’m pretty sure that its one of those stories that has no basis in reality. It’s just used in order to get to something possibly factual but completely useless and irrelevant. I don’t even know why I mentioned it; I guess I’m in the wino’s story-telling league.
The Sister Sledge track is from the soundtrack to the movie Action Jackson, staring Carl Weathers. It also co-stars Vanity as a strung out hoochie that Weathers is trying to protect from "the life". Based on my reading of the book The Dirt written by various members of Motley Crue (which I suggest you all read. You might scoff, but Mick Mars is actually quite eloquent, and more importantly, Tommy Lee writes likes a drunk teenage hessian, who says "dude" and swears every other line, is only concerned with porn, sex and drugs, yet understands how to use a thesaurus every now and again to avoid repetition [or his editor does]. Here is an excerpt, where Tommy is explaining his wedding to Heather Lochlear: "...the only problem that afternoon was Nikki. I asked him to be my best man, and he showed up a mess. He was emaciated; he sweated constantly; and his skin was pure yellow, dude...as a best man, he was so fucked up on heroin he was useless. I couldn't believe he was shooting up at my fucking wedding."), I know that she was actively involved in "the life", as this was the time that she was dating Nikki Sixx, and they were both consumed with paranoia and freebasing coke. Also in the movie Carl Weathers does a flip over a moving car, in one of those great cinematic shots that shows him barely jump, then he's up in the air (shot from below) upside down, and then lastly, he's standing there square on his feet. Love that shit and this robotic Sister Sledge jam.
I'm proud to say I accomplished this bullshit post sans caffeine. Ups to James for today's pic (taken at a shady hotel in SF).