back to the gutter

I used to go to shows in Hollywood all of the time.  Probably at least twice a month. Then when I moved to the coast that did decrease, a little but not much. With Jen Wa the Destroyer by my side we invaded a large number of clubs all around the great state of California.

It used to be easy for me, in other words. To plan my trips, plan my outfits, save cabfare at the end of the night. Or to find some random record producer to give us a ride back to Jen’s apartment after buying us dinner. Whatever, it’s Hollywood, these things are okay there. We’d see our friends, drink all the booze in WeHo and head home, a cloud of expensive perfume and smoke from the fires we’d start in our wake.

Now I’m flying solo most of the time when I go to shows and I don’t feel so confident about my abilities to be fabulous on my own. I don’t have Jen’s keen fashion sense or make up abilities. I just have my sense of humor and I used to have connections, but that’s kind of gone now too. So last night I was actually up stressing out about how I was going to get this done. Like going over the routes in my head about how to get there and where I would park and if I would stay over night or head to my parents since I’m on my way there anyway. I debated outfits in my head off and on and I honestly still am torn between two different ones that I could wear. But I’m scared of looking like a gothic Barbie, because I’m wayy too old for that shit now and the guys playing tonight are friends of mine and I don’t want to look like a douche (because let’s face it sometimes people who are into Synth Rock bands, look like douches. Don’t make me pull up picutres of all of us Orgy fans in the 90s, I’ll do it too)

And the Itunes Oracle has been playing all sorts of inappropriate things today. It’s a dangerous little fourtune telling beast that started off the song that was my theme of 2004. If you knew me then, you know what I’m talking about. If you didn’t…

At any rate, I’ll be picking up @tattooedpepper in Santa Clarita and heading in Hollywood later today. And escaping Hobo Island for a while.

See there Itunes goes again, it’s playing Audra “In Hollywood Tonight” fucking Steve Jobs.