Is this thing on? 1-2, 1-2? I should probably post more.

Thanksgiving was great no drunken drama, which is amazing for my family. Spent the weekend finding songs to play on guitar for my niece to sing along to. Taylor Swift, Flogging Molly and Part of your World were particular highlights. At 13 she is an amazing singer and plays flute and piano. Ahhh to be young and talented.

K and Ks BTTF party was awesome. A real whos who kind of sincario. Goodtimes.

I have a Christmas Tree. Christmas season is here not sure if I'm scared or excited.

Ready to say goodbye to 2009...there were many amazing things this year but basically 2009 can fuck off.

At this moment I feel...like there should be more to life. Bored? Restless? Not wanting to go to work? Who knows. Holidays yah...whatever.

I guess I should sleep.

Today marked another meeting of the Brain Trust.
I've mentioned the brain trust many times in this Journal it is now that I will explain what that is.   Basically it's nothing more than Goldenmoon Bear, Count Blastula, The Golden G-d Producer AC and myself having lunch at the Rose and Crown in Palo Alto.   At these estemed meetings we talk about our various music projects, discuss music business strategies, laugh about our jobs and I usually say a lot of inapropriate stuff.  We call it the brain trust cause it makes us feel cool about having lunch and it makes our discussions feel that much more important when really all we are doing is talking shit.

I've also made it no secret that I have a crush on the Bar Maiden that works there.  She is tall, blonde, foriegn and looks a lot like Aimee Mann.  At one point I was convinced that she talked in an Irish accent but only to me and would talk to everyone else in a normal American accent.   Anyway, everytime we go there I try to say something witty to her while ordering or strike up any possible kind of conversation and to be point blank honest...she's just having none of it.....EVER.  I ask questions like "what beer do you recommend on a hot day like today?" only to have her mumble some answer or say..."I don't know it depends what YOU like".  The more she behaves this way the more I want to get her to talk to me...I mean she doesn't even patronize me for the sake of business the way some waitresses will to coax a bigger tip out of you (twyds).

I've even totally dueched it out once or twice and tried to talk louder about the music business stuff when she is present just so she'll overhear and hopefully ask about our band, hence making me look cooler...NO DICE!  IT never works and I today I found out why.

Early on in these lunch meetings before it was even known as the Brain Trust I'm talking at LEAST 2-3 months ago, Goldenmoon Bear brought some of AC's work mail to the lunch as they used to work together.  One of the pieces of mail he recieved was a book called "How to Light a Fart".  I was embarassed to even have it at the table as we were looking at it and laughing and now it turns out I might as well have written it myslef as far as Aimee Mann is concerned because it turns out AC left the book there so many months ago and SHE KEPT IT FOR US.

So today after having another lengthy hot shot conversation about how we were so cool and going to take the music world by storm we go to pay the Bill...After a quick trip to the bathroom to fix the hair up and get ready to attempt YES AGAIN some kind of dialog with the woman I walk into a horror show.   It seems as AC was paying his tab Amiee Mann had reached behind the cash register, pulled out the copy of "How to Light Your Farts" and asks "Is this your book?". LOLOLOL.  Of course I immediately recognized it and screamed the scream of a 12 year old girl in my head.

AC is immediately denying it and saying he has no idea what she's talking about and laughing nervously.  "What!? Noooo! What is that!?  I've never seen that book in my life!".     Karla isn't talking at all.  Aimee Mann is having none of it and is insisting WE left this at the table a while ago.  This was like 2-3 months ago, we've been there at least 10 times since then, WHY?  I swear I wanted to turn and run and act like I had never seen any of these people in my life.  AC looked like a little kid trying to lie to his mother and the mom in this case knew she had him nailed,  Karla was stone cold silent and just letting AC hang himself as the more he denied it the worse we all looked. I think during this back and forth AC actually turned to me and asked "Charlie is that yours?"  I say maybe because my brain was in such panic mode I'm not sure what really happened.

Nervous and knowing that this woman would not now or ever even pretend I was someone interesting I let AC and myself off the hook.
"Hey AC remember when Karla brought you the mail.  Someone sent this to you to review".  I turn to Aimee Mann, "They are journalists for the PA Daily" (....Karla and AC at the same time..."Weekly!")   

Anyway we paid the bill in total humiliation I over tipped yet again and realized all this time I had been trying to be seen as this cool interesting musican that comes to the bar for lunch, and yet she will now and ever more think of us as "The Fart Book Crew". 

I'm never going back.

I think I'm just about recovered enough from last night to write something...maybe not.  Here's what I remember about yesterday:

Went to the Make Out Room to play a gig.  I wore a suit.  Linda Drapper was good.  My cousin showed up.  My dad did not.  I got drunk, then more drunk.  Then we not only played but rocked very hard.  I remember being amazed that I could play.  I guess my dad did show up when we were playing with my step-brother.  Drank more.  Orangle Peels always great.  Then all of the sudden I was walking around a grocery store looking for something to eat.  I remember throwing frozen piazza.  I left with two bottles of wine,  a large jar or mixed nuts and apparently one of the boxes of pizza I threw.

Had the wine and Pizza going...now we're going to get a nice late night  movie.  I don't know about you, but when I'm drunk and ready to kick back and watch a nice late night movie nothing hits the spot like, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, lololol.  Yeah I was out in about 5 minutes and Randy kicked me out for snoring to hard so I went to bed.
 
I woke up at 3:39am literally choking to death on my own acid reflux.  Gross I know but I almost died ala some of my biggest rock n roll idols: John Bonham, Bon Scott, Jimi Hendrix, Keith Moon (I think).  My thoat burned so bad I couldnt even swallow and I was barely able to breath out of my nose.  I was just about to wake Tracy up when I finally managed to get a little air into my lungs.  I am sure this is eventually going to be how I die.  The panic you feel is so unreal...it's like blowing out all the air in your lungs waiting your lungs feel like their going to burst and then being punched in the throat and having to calm down enought to breath...all this from a deep deep sleep.  It is fucking horrifying. 

I got horrible sleep and woke up 3 times beforre 9am.  I need to fix my Sleep Apnea or I really am going to die from it.  I'm going to bed now.

 

Well due to the lack of activity the music project and the book have been put on hold.

Big News:

The lovable fat tub of shit you knew as Charlie will soon cease to exist....I joing weight watchers yesterday....gay I know but undeniably effective for anyone I know who has joined it....As of Yesterday I weighed 220 lbs...I'd like to get to 190-195 even though my ideall weight is probably 175-180,  I was skinny my whole young life and don't want to be THAT skinny anymore.     I just want to warn all of you out there...Losing this weight is going to make me REALLY handsome,  I don't want any of you to get uncomfortable around me when I'm super handsome like that.  Just remember it's the same Charlie.   OK Friends....Love in your heart.

Lord what have I been up to?  Today I hung out with a nothing short of a stellar human behing, Astrid!. Astrid must always be spelled with the "!" at the end.  I always write g-d with the "-"  and Astrid! with the "!"  We ate burritos and nachos and talked smack.  We are now officially on the look out for band members for our up and coming experimental band...It might be goth, pop, John Zorn, Tool, Beach Boys, The Smith, White Zombie and Elevator Smooth Jazz all whipped into one beast of a band.....We are on the look out for members....anyone auditioning must be willing to scream at the top of their lungs on stage (regardless of the instrument you play and whether or not you sing) and have a very poppy and dark edge you are able to access at any time...all skill levels welcome. 

Second!!! This is important.  I need a co-writer.  I want to begin writing the Book "The McCartney Code".  For those of you unfamiliar with the Paul is Dead Pheonomon, "codes" were put out by the Beatles in song, album cover and in interview as well as imagined by fans that sent the message that Paul was actually dead and replaced dopple ganger for more info:  http://www.turnmeondeadman.net/IBP/Fiction.php

Anyway this would be somewhat of a spoof of "The Divinci Code" but would also be a story about how the "powers that be" are sending messages and controlling the masses through pop culture....as in the illuminati once sent messages in great works of art painter like Di Vinci they are now passing these same messages through now popular forms of art and media ie,  The Beatles,  Stanley Kubric, movies,  JD Salinger novels, Miley Sirus, New Kids on the block lololol whatever we can dream up.........This will focus on how the whole peace love and drug culture was ACTUALLY a plot of "powers that be" to get people to buy into non-violence and drugs so they could be easily taken over or something like that......like I said I need help.................................SERIOUSLY PEOPLE I need a co-pilot here.

Lastly:

The day before yesterday i went back to Bay 101 to battle the very same Filipino and Vietnamese I won $745 from last week.  This time I got bad beat when my nut straight was beat by someone hitting a river flush, for those not in the know, I was a 75% favorite to win when I went all in with my last $150.  The pot size was around $550, I was counting the money in my head before that last card fell.... I actually screamed out loud "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck"! when the river was the final spade and was asked by the pit boss to "Sir, please curb your language".  Well I tell you I wanted to "curb" him, if you're familiar with the term...anyway I lost another $140 or so when my KK was beaten by  ace 10... I was a 71% favorite to win that time.  So all told I lost $300 but am still up $445 as a whole.

Well  That's it for today...I love you all!  Yup I'm drunk, and thus, horny for all of you....LOLOLOLOLOLOL. Seriously Love people Love!!!!

Nothing exciting to tell here today.  I woke up at 11:30 and have been engrossed in video game baseball all day.  Not the actual season mind you, this is career mode where you come up through the ranks and make the big leagues as only one player. 

Anyways who cares...if anyone out there has any suggestions or tasks or things I can do to better myself please suggest.  The obvious are:

Do taxes
Play guitar
learn bass
go back to Bay 101 and play poker last time I was there i won $745, maybe that can be my job for a little while.
Actually look for a job.
Write songs.

Blog more about doing nothing.

As of now I vote for going to Bay 101.

I have a better idea...for a nominal fee you can pay me to waste time for you as you are hard at work.   Maybe there's a book you've been meaning to knock out....hey l'll read it for you.......behind on your favorite t.v. shows.....I'll watch them for you.   Maybe you'd like spend the day napping....hey my napping skills are world class......maybe you'd like to skip work and go for a nice hike in the mountains....go fuck yourself not doing it that's waaaaay to proactice and "active".  But if you've been meaning to listen to you favorite bands B-Sides box set,  we might have a deal.

Sooooo who wants to rent-a-slacker?

Tonight I am thick brained as I've just come home from seeing a Leonard Cohen concert.  I am still a little drunk and just wolfed down McDonalds.  It seemed like a good idea at the time but now I just want to barf.


Leonard Cohen played for 3 1/2 hours and that is not an exageration...needless to say he is one awesome human-being and maybe the best lyricist of all time but g-d damn is he one horny old man.  On the drive up Bill and I were wondering how many of his songs contained the word "naked" in it.  Well in the first 7 songs the word Naked appeared 5 and 1/2 times, the 1/2 being for describing a naked woman without using the word naked.  All this is not the mention the descriptions of Janis Joplin giving him "head on the unmade bed" in Chelse hotel.  From this he goes into a song that might have the single greatest lyric of all time.  "there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in".   The whole thing reminded me of R. Kelly, going from, "bump and grind", into "I believe I can fly". 

My question is, what is the deal with brilliant poets and songs writters (yes R. kelly is brilliant) writting about sex sooooo much and in very graphic detail and I'm talkig about sex and not love here.   Are people who are obsessed with sex inclined to write more than others. 

Tired now...

Yesterday I went to Capitola to hang out with my sister's family for my nieces 13th birthday.  I was up until 5:00am the night before and we left at 10:00am to meet them up there so as soon as we got to the first beach I hung out with everyone for about an hour and then passed out on the beach....somehow managing to equally burn both arms, legs, and face.

I was prodded awake so we could move the party over to Beach Boardwalk...I rode the Giant Diper, ate a corndog and a Chocolate Dipped and that's all I have to say about that.

Fianlly we decided for dinner at Pizza My Heart in downtown Capitola sitting on the beach for an amazing sunset.

I thought it was weird/really cool my 13 year old niece wanted to go hang out where she grew up (in capitola) with her family as opposed to staying home and having some kind of big 13th birthday party with all her friends at home.    By 13 I couldn't be bothered to be forced to spend time with my family much less choose them over friends, ever.   She's really a good kid and has the potential to be a truely azamzing adult...she seems to have been able to take all the good things from both her parents and leave the bad parts behind.

Anyway Sammy and Kym came over as soon as we got home and we drank wine intot the night, listened to a lot of music and capped off a pretty cool day.

I LOOOVE how 8th grade journal entry I am...My own lack of writing talent both amazes and scares me.

To account for days 23, 24 and 25....Ummm I'm not really sure what I did on those days.  I finished off my cold, played video game baseball annnnnnnnnnnnnd..........played guitar for the first time in months.......annnnnnnnnnnnd that's about it.

On one of those night I woke from a dead sleep grabbed a notebook from next to my bed and wrote:

I was a boat in the harbor you were a ship sailing on high seas
Chasing down every tragic sunset & you glowed in it's brilliant misery


That's all I had.......It made me "Happy"? Sad? Bittersweet? Depressed ...what it's about is obvious.  It occured to me I haven't really dealt with a lot of that.    Any way I like that line and hope more will come. (twyds)

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Yoda

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You guys all remember Happy Days right?  Well, they used the expression "sit on it" a lot.  Everyone was always sitting on it all the time except for Fonzie of course, he never sat on it, EVER!.  Actually, I think there was some major drama when Ritchie forgot who he was and actually told Fonzie to sit on it once. It took all the self control he could muster but Fonzie refrained from punching Ritchie out.  It was at that moment Ritchie realized what a creep he had become by hanging out with his new friends and realized he didn't want to join their stupid gang even if they did get all the choice chicks and went to all the boss parties...........but that's all beside the point.  My whole life I've understood that "sit on it" was a "dis" of some sort but never questioned what it's actual meaning was.

My question to you good people is this:  What is someone telling you to sit on when they tell you to "sit on it"?  Is it was I think it is cause that's really about as dirty of a comment you could tell someone.  How could a wholesome show such as Happy Days get away with a comment like that.   I'm sure it was actually a real 50's expression so it's historically accurate but it's still a fairly extreme statement to go throwing around at people. 

 If any of you can do some homework and ask your parents what it meant I would appreciate it.   I may even write a short poem about you on LJ.