Are square!

This morning I had the lovely privilege of going to court in the wonderful City of Mission, State of Kansas. Arriving a few minutes before 8 my number was 45. That meant, 44 people… cases… dockets.. in front of me before I could stand in front of the judge and plead my case. Funny thing was, I some how got stuck in the front row. Grrr… and what I thought was going to make matters worse was the name of the judge. Honorable Judge Drill. I sh!t you not! His last name was Drill.  In my brain I figured I was screwed.

I noticed something in common from all those slowly, languidly walking towards the judge when their number was called. You could tell they were guilty and wicked as their shoulders were rolled forward with fear, their backs had what would best be described as a small lump of anxiety, and every person who was ”innocent until proven guilty” had eyes swelling with panic, like that of a frightened child, as they explained their reason with sorrow laden lyrics.

Once liberated, continued, or dismissed an air of joy and hope, freedom and happiness filled them as they confidently strolled out of court and out into the world… presumably to prove the fatal American flaw we all live by, “It’s only wrong if you get caught.”

I did wonder, as the court was only on docket number 24 by this time, if the laws created by man to protect man were too difficult for man to abide by? I suspect the answer’s No, it just costs a lot to be Free… and today I paid for my Freedom. America, F**k Yeah!

PS-Judge Drill was and is an honest and good man. Just wanna make that proclamation.

of course it’s on DVD, Season 2, but if you’ve never seen this show Holy Snot! it’s a trip man. First off, I don’t know if it’s a clear representation of life in LA but it’s pretty gnarly what all goes on with the show’s main character, Hank Moody, played by David Duchovny. And if you don’t know what it’s about here’s a quick synopsis;

Hank’s a writer in LA. Has a child. Is madly in love with his baby’s momma Karen, played by Natascha McElhone, but she won’t give in to him because of his “antics”. Therefore Hank does all of the indulging he can in modern day Sodom and Gomorrah and thus jeopardizes any chance of making amends with Momma Karen.

The writing is fantastic, the usage of LA as a key back drop is well done, and I don’t think I’ve seen one episode where there hasn’t been some sort of prominent display of nudity, to quote Homer Simpson, “Wooo Hooo!” I’m nearly done with Season 2 and stoked about having the DVR ready and set for Season 3.

After I had finished my breakfast this morning and wrote a quick blog about the Leonard Cohen concert last night at The Midland, I was checking emails and kept hearing an insane amount of police sirens. You know those quick little bursts of bells and whistles informing YOU, the driver, you needed to pull over. Upon inspection I found out it was a “Sting”… at least I guess that’s what you’d call it.
Here’s how it goes:

On can only assume this normal looking individual is a plain clothes police officer. His job, if you will, is to enter the crosswalk and proceed across the street. Note the “Pedestrian Crossing” sign.

As the cars approach, they’re supposed to yield to pedestrians.

This person, clearly, didn’t. And the hawk was waiting!

Sucka’s last moment of freedom!

BUSTED!

You’d think this guy would be safe. Clearly the “cop” isn’t onto his side of the street yet. But…

Busted too!

And look who came out to report! Who is that? Channel 9, maybe 5? How’d you guys hear about this? Just curious

Lesson here is simple kids, when seeing a person or persons crossing inside their little safety box AKA the cross walk, might wanna slow down and let them through. You never know, they might nab you and give you a ticket!

And it was fantastic. Allison couldn’t make it so I had my neighbor Andy, lead guitarist from Red Line Chemistry, roll with me. He’d never heard of Cohen, I found out as we walked to the venue. I reassured him it’d kick some serious ass and we were not disappointed at all. Arriving a few minutes after eight, we walked in right at the start of THE song I was desiring to hear the most; “Everybody Knows”.

Cohen’s library is an outstanding one with tunes I’m sure you’ve heard a time or two before. I highly recommend Googling his name and catching some of his videos. For a guy who just turned 75 he’s still an exciting performer to watch and was recently inducted into the Rock-n-Roll Hall of Fame with Lou Reed stating Leonard is of the “highest and most influential echelon of songwriters”.

My girlfriend’s dad just picked up some land outside of Manhattan KS. The story goes the house was built right after the Civil War and during Prohibition was used by some bootleggers. On Saturday we cleared out a bunch of brush, an attic, a root cellar, the lower level and what can best be described as an old dump where we found a automobile license plate dated 1929.

Here’s some photos from our trek.

Used for the booze! Tons and tons of these bottles were scattered throughout the property. Given the history of the place one can safely assume these were used for the “Bathtub Gin”!

Looking inside the root cellar and out.

One Hundred Plus Years old and still standing.

View of our campgrounds. Can’t wait to take photos in the Spring when everything is in full bloom.

It’s taken me a moment to figure out our new camera, and thus upload photos of our new place, but I’ve got it understood now! The photos below are of the new digs, sans furniture.

Here’s the view coming in from the hall of the entertainment room. Allison’s in the corner on the edge of the kitchen. Every night when I come home this is the view I see! Dope.

View into the kitchen. A killer bar top!

View into the master bedroom. The alley outside our window turns into St. Paul Avenue. I didn’t even know there was a St. Paul Ave in KC. We’ve got a second bedroom, but I’m not going to put any photos of that up until next time.

Partial View from the kitchen out the window. I say partial because we can see well into the Westside and as far east as the I-29/I-70 interchange. It’s pretty sweet

There’s a couple few pictures for you to feast on. Once we’re totally in and unpacked I’ll take more photos and post them for you guys.

En route to work today I was listening to us and Moose threw down a tune by Zeppelin. Which one it was escapes me, but it led to an internal discussion about which rock star has the most distinguishable voice?

Is it Robert Plant? Geddy Lee? Maynard Keenan? Jimi Hendrix? James Hetfield? Steven Tyler? Axl Rose? Or none of the above.

I’m curious, from you guys, what you think, Who has the most distinguishable voice in Rock-n-Roll? Past and Present. And for kicks, state why!

Since I know a lot of you are part of the “Twitt-My-Face-Tube” generation. I figured I’d post where you can find me on Twitter, Myspace, Facebook and You Tube… hence Twitt-My-Face-Tube.

My lil world on Myspace.

Where to find me on facebook.

Over here for Twitter.

And You Tube.

As of lately I’ve been posting little nuances and whatnot’s, on Myspace, Facebook, and Twitter, from all that I see and do living downtown and the expression when seeing/hearing these things is, “Life in the City”.  When I made a post recently about “Life in the City” and incorporated something about The Plaza David, from Ohio, pointed out that The Plaza wasn’t “the city, but nothing more than a shopping experience in the ‘burbs”. Now he’s partially correct, but seeing as The Plaza is part of Midtown one could deduce, then, that The Plaza fits the expression of “Life in the City”.  In fact, seeing as my life mostly consists of living and playing in Downtown/Westport/Plaza/and on occasion Strawberry Hill in KCK and working at 98.9 in Mission the expression, “Life in the City” encompasses anywhere I am in the “Urban Core”.

With that, let us proceed to some of my “Life in the City” postings:

Life in the City: I just saw the real life Jay and Silent Bob, aged fifty to sixty.

Life in the City: When visiting KC pay attention to ALL street lights please. One of you out of towners nearly T Boned us!

Life in the City: When making a left hand turn and someone’s walking across the crosswalk with their dog, don’t be a dick! Let them cross.

Life in the City: Only here can you walk into a Petco to get your vehicle tags renewed at the DMV.

Life in the city: Some hillbilly crosses a busy intersection on the Plaza, drunk, doesn’t have a green light and tells me to ‘F off!’ when we honk at him so we don’t hit him.

Life in the City: The window cleaner on Westport Road gets arrested by the man!

Check back often, as I’ll be updating regularly!

You guys already know this weekend was Freaker’s Ball! And one hell-of-a throwdown it was. Five Finger Death Punch was sick, All That Remains punched everyone squarely in the jaw. Opening acts Changing Faith & 2 Cents killed it. Shadow’s Fall always comes to play and Killswitch Engage brought that East Coast attitude we all dug on! And hats off to the Costume Contest winner, The Tin Man! That outfit was stupid!

Sunday was a massive success too. Here’s a headline directly from Animal Haven, “A record number of dogs and cats were treated to a new home for Halloween during Animal Haven’s Dogtoberfest Adopt-a-thon event.  Over 165 dogs, cats, and two rabbits were adopted during the 3-day event, reducing the amount of pets currently held at the shelter by 40%.  Many of the pets adopted over the weekend were dogs like Mischa, who had been at the shelter for over a year awaiting a caring home.” I want to thank them again for having me out on Sunday from ten to noon.

I’ve also gotta show some love to Heritage Tow, who came to get my Vette over the weekend. Perfect timing as we finally got neighbors that moved in below us, on the 2nd floor….

Strange timing as we’re now moved out. I’ve got some photos on a camera somewhere, I’ll make sure to get those up soon as well as a little video I put together.

Now back to my arrest, last Monday, and the processing that took place in Olathe. To quickly recap: Seven days ago I was stopped in the Target parking lot by an officer from Mission for having expired tags. Upon running my licence he, and I, discovered there was a bench warrant for my arrest for an unpaid ticket of $130. After some back andforth between the officer, his partner, who said “Sir if you don’t put your hands behind your back we will taser you”, and I, I was “cuffed & stuffed” and driven to Olathe for processing. From all accounts I was given the longer ride to prove a point, but I digress. Once into the processing area my arresting officer as tells them I wanted a private cell because I’m some Radio Personality. I assure you I did not, but after my mug shot they put me into one.

Let’s get into the mug shot, shall we??? After being processed a different cop had me come in, sit on the bench, remove my now shoe string-less shoes, remove my long knee high basket ball socks from the Will Farrel movie, “Semi-Pro”, which the officer thought were “F**kin’ Awesome”. I told him thanks and proceeded to stand for my photo shoot. A female police officer, from here on out known as ”Hot Cop”, had me look directly ahead for the Kodak moment. Once completed I was free to make my phone call. I knew what I had to do, what would be expected of me in a time like this….

Call the studio!

So I did and much to my sha-grin Westward answered. We chatted for a few moments and I told him I’d do my best to be back by the Drive at Five. Hot Cop, AKA Tweety, or Birdie or Cricket reassured me “That won’t happen”. They all then proceeded to listen to Ryan berate me on air, while I was locked in the cell. Once sprung, bonded, bailed out (around 6PM) it took about another thiry minutes or so to get me completely out of the building. It was at this point I called A-Hole Bob, rushed back to fill in for Westward’s seven to midnight shift since he covered my ass, and await all the fun that was and is still being had at my expense.

Don’t forget, you have until 10/31 to enter into the “Incarceration Caption Contest” You could win tickets to Zombie, Chevelle, or Kiss!