applause-applause

OMG. This is soooooooo much better than the empty mea culpa's and stints in rehab that most people do. Ladies, gents & faggots, I give u Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone:

"Member of the Peanut Gallery:

Some journalists & citizens on the internet & are wondering: Q? Am I a homophobe because I included a slang for gay in with other "acceptable" curse words during a verbal lashing I gave a young concertgoer, after being hit by his shoe, during a show the other day? A= Nope. My gay family & friends, as well as myself, KNOW I am not a homophobe. For years now I've known gay is not a choice; one's skin color doesn't determine one's intelligence level; & red hair doesn't mean you're someone's stepchild. You see, it's not the words, it's their intent. I never said, nor suggested, that being gay is wrong, but apparently, based on your outrage to my flu-infused rant, you do! By that logic… I also told that young whipper snapper I'd have anal sex with him… how can I possibly reconcile these opposing viewpoints? I called him a pussy too. Does it mean I hate our one worlds' collective vagina? I never have been nor intend to be politically correct. That's your cross to bear. To me, that PC world would suck more shit than the porta-potty truck at Glastonbury. Homophobic? I'm in Queens of the Stone Age for crissake… You say, "So. Your band name doesn't prove anything." Maybe not. But it's a helluv a lot more definitive than the logic of some watchdog… (sorry canine-American, canine-European, canine-African, canine-Australian & canine-Asian) moralist, keeping score from pure perfectionville? If your glass house is squeegeed that clean & you need to do something, do what the great philosopher Bill Hick's once suggested: — forgive me–. Or don't. I'm not asking for either, OK? I think you should let both of your cheeks go loose so the stick will drop out. Either way I expect that you'll soon find another injustice from your chair, then roll to your bullhorn & point it out to the rest of us… Because you're so above it all. Or If you'll allow me to translate a wish of mine into your PC lingo:
Will you please go have, consensual, sex with yourself.
Pretty please with all natural, carbon offset sugar on top.

Sincerely,
Mr. Missundastood
A.K.A. Joshua, Baby Duck, Jho
Head Choreographer & Do Stuff Corporation's pansexual spokes-thing"

rainbow children, u got to rise up!

renascent \rih-NAS-uhnt\, adjective: Springing or rising again into being; showing renewed vigor.

Nice word, huh? Re-invention, rebirth, renaissance.

Kick it up a notch and let's get into some transformative alchemical bump & grind.

That is, if you know how to bump & grind.

Do ya, do ya?

a sixth sense

Tomorrow morning I'm going to a job interview. My sixth. At the same place. Yeah, sixth. I applied for a position in December. Let's hope this one seals the deal.

Hail Mary...

And hot damn isn't bden just too damn beautiful? Geesh! Sometimes, it's painful...

say yes

I have several drafts in my blogger dashboard trying to explain what Panic at the Disco means to me, and how and why they have quickly ascended to the level heretofore reserved for Prince, Madonna, Wendy & Lisa. Words continue to fail me. I try to explain that That Green Gentleman is my new Purple Rain. I try to explain that something this band does in their music and presentation speaks to me in a way that no artist has in years (ever?). While I don't know how to say what I want to say, I do know this: on Friday the 13th, I saw one of the best concerts I've ever seen. It was a live show that had me dancing with glee, singing, cheering, screaming, crying and sometimes just staring in awe at what was before me. That's what I know.

And I know the Saturday show did much of the same, and Sunday found me at the Purple Panther with Ace, adding a piece to my music tribute arm.

20 years after Lovesexy, Pretty. Odd. is what it's all about. I think reinventing love is a pretty close cousin to the feeling u get when u fall in love not with a girl or boy but with the heavens above. Lovesexy. Say yes. Say yes, yes, yes. And your own Lovesexy will be born.

Happy 50th, mon frere. We'll always have '88!

just woke up from a fuzzy dream

the scope:

An intense and emotional dream could move you so powerfully that you awaken with the odd sense that the dream was real. Write it down, dear Scorpio. Maybe it is! Efforts to overcome obstacles and advance yourself business wise could be finally paying off, and you might be walking around in a daze asking yourself if it's really happened. It has! Make the most of it! And don't be afraid to reveal your feelings to others.

dance in the rain

Off to Vegas today for the start of Panic Part 2, catching the last 2 shows of the Honda Civic Tour (Vegas tonight, Anaheim tomorrow). Back in April we saw the first 2 shows at The Warfield in San Francisco. Our original crew was slightly dismantled (boo!), but the remainders and one newbie will carry the legacy.

Not planning to end up with a tattoo out of this venture.

maybe u're just like my mother

Got this e-mail from Mom the other day:

Chris, how do I see the portrait? I clicked on the website, but nothing happened. By the way, watch your language, I read your purple suspicion. The "f" word used a little too frequently.
Mom

:) I counted and the day she sent it, the "f" word (not faggot) was on the front page twice. I think that's pretty light, as much as I like to use it! But I know that once is too much for my mom. Actually, before this e-mail arrived, I had a dream that Mom was reading a newsletter from that place where I used to work and an article about its leader. I grabbed it and said, "I fucking hate him, he's a fucking jerk!" And in the dream, my mom didn't react to that AT ALL. When I woke, I knew that the universe was telling me I did the right thing if leaving. If Mom wasn't upset by 1) me hating someone; or 2) actually saying the "f" word (twice!), then everything must be okay!