on my way to shoot sean kershaw friday nite, i was accosted by this 14 year old kid who grabbed my ass. he even had a basketball in his other hand. he's lucky i didnt shove my 
pointy toed cowboy boot up his ass...i  let loose a bunch of profanity and he skedaddled pretty damn pronto and really not that big a deal, just invasive.  what balls!
oh yea, fucking nyc made me the pissed off psycho bitch i am (ms. travis bickle) only a few more weeks till i'm streaking down 80 west...towards a whole 'nother kind of crazy.


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hansi

gonna be a busy august. got tons of shows. rosie flores on tuesday at the rodeo bar, chris spedding/robert gordon/slim jim/glen matlock at bb kings on the 13th. tons of friends with gigs too.

am supposed to work on "animal planet" later this week but not sure if i really want to.

going thru all my stuff getting rid of everything that i can't pack into my car. only thing that matters is my cds, some hot clothes and a few boxes of books.

hate to leave all my fiends here but can't wait to be on the road in early september.

will be in LA for a few weeks then off to Texas.

If anyone has a couch or a floor (and a good sense of humor) and can put me up for a night on my travels- it would be appreciated.

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hansi

the johnny thunders b-day bash on the bowery was a damn good time. while i was drinking and waiting for the first band to set up, i was chatting with some folks. mentioned i had been working on a replacements doc and they were like "color me obsessed?" wow, that was COOL! felt all FAMOUS!

actually, its just nice to have SOMEONE know about your work, especially when you dont have the big pr engines working for you. all i got is my own little self..posting stickers, graffiting and talking it up at every opp ( i think i can..i think i can..) ok, there was that SPIN article and the interview online...
the guys that recognized my film were from spanking charlene, they play at the lakeside lounge regularly. their flyer has a quote about them from no other than kim fowley. wow thats a blast from the past huh? remember that solo album he did with a photo of him in a  cess pool, ah, i miss the days when rock and roll wasnt so damn pretty.


back to the thunders gig. ny junk was great and the only band that didnt do covers since they had original songs about thunders. waldos were great, clem burke sat in, bob gruen was there and that producer that worked with t-rex.

frustrated with work. the last 3 jobs i had (all in nyc) have given me a hard time over my last checks. whats with the TV biz in nyc? I get it that things are bad all over but i resent having to keep the nyc dept of labors number on my cell for regular complaints..

romance is just silly these days.  this beautiful kid was flirting with me, but unlike bukowski, i wont fuck anyone younger than my daughter. not that i wasnt tempted, it was all flattering and everything but it was wrong. i'll stick to the old broken down  40 and 50 yr old musicians....god knows they're enough trouble!


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hansi

so it started out innocently
or as innocent as seeing WWIX in tompkins sq park in the afternoon could be
 
i get there and the gigs just starting-sound check and all and the park is filled with guys in cargo shorts, like central casting called nyu for extras
a few random kids in "punk" gear..but i kinda have issues with a kid who was born yrs after darby crash moved on to that dive bar in the sky, wearing a GERMS shirt
its just WRONG

anyway, i ended up hanging with 2 cute 17 yr old girls, who were pretty cool and knew a few of the bands while i waited to see justin and his guys

after one really really awful band, i knew i needed to find a deli and a tallboy and fast.
so beer (brown bagged) in hand i returned to the park.
i was the only one drinking as far as i could tell - who are these people and what are they DOING in the east village?

3 yummy and refreshing beers later i saw WWIX's justin.

we'd met in manitoba's one particularly debauched evening and we'd bonded over our mutual love of gg allin.  i had a cd of my cmo trailer for him- it had been sitting on my desk for months addressed to him...wanted to send it to him in return for him sending me his gg allin comic -which is just awesome. justin was working on a doc about gg but there were issues with the rights, something i know a little about!

WWIX finally played-they were pretty good, way better than any of the other bands. i hung with this poor guy who was bugging out cause this other creepy guy kept giving him the hairy eyebal and he thought it was gonna turn into a fight. 
ok, man- NOW thats MY east village!

i enjoyed that drama for a bit then sauntered over to doc's to do some serious drinking. i ended up hanging with these two italian mobster types- picture "of mice and men" and you'll get the idea.
one guy was huge and kept trying to stroke my leg and the other smaller, smarter guy kept yelling at him. i felt like the damn rabbit (kill the wabbit..)

so after many drinks and tons of good tunes on the box, we decide to cop.
anyway, it ends up with  them driving all over freakin staten island in the middle of the nite. they'd make a call, then we'd wait, then go somewhere else...looking..waiting....
we finally end up at this crazy junkies house- she lives with her mom and her mom is screaming "who are those people?? i'm calling the cops!

so we give her money and then wait. at this point, i'm trying to figure out how to get the hell outta there and back to queens! 
then,  in the nick of time we get a call and finally cop some crack, so of course we smoke up and -you got it- ten minutes later are trying to cop again! what a stupid drug!
this time, the dealer gives the big guy 2 vials and says that one fell on the car floor, then he does the "dealer scamper" back to his car.
the poor guy is looking all over the car and the ground for it and i'm like 'oh man, he's LONG gone..." .
thats the oldest scam in the dealer's handbook along with "hurry up, give me the money, the cops are coming" LOL!
it was a very long nite...but they were sweet in that tuff- honorable pesci/deniro way and insisted on driving me all the way back to queens at 4 in the am.

and i am recovering quite nicely this morning, reading raymond chandler's philip marlowe in bed - "trouble is my business", indeed!


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hansi

so, ironically i dont have to worry about the 9-5 grindhouse this week. got laid off last week. relieved mostly.
praying to the gods of unemployment...but so many of the film gigs are freelance (fuckers) that it may not fly..but if it does..oh man! that would be awesome! so in the meantime..just hanging ..drinkin...waitin..lookin for trouble.

the 4th was a blast, went to a friends roof party on west 49th -so we were almost right in the middle of 5 of the 6 barges of fireworks on the hudson. i love fireworks, the smell of gunpowder...big explosions...mmmmm.....woof woof

met this cute musician on the roof but freaked him out when i started extolling the virtues of gg allin. the musician said '...but hes a sociopath" ..
so? who cares..gg made some great art (liqur slicked highway, when i die..etc) and we all cant be sane...and anyway, crazy is kind of more interesting isnt it?

after my 6 weeks working in that conservative whitechester environment, i just feel bad for those folks. they are so afraid of anything weird or strange (that would be me and gg) any thing outside their frame of ref. is just scary.
i would start to relax and open up occasionally, and while relating a story ..i would notice their eyes got all wide and they looked really terrified..then they made a run for it (do i offend?)
the great thing about living in my world is anything goes. god knows, i havent seen it all..but i really really want to!

so much fun lately, it's really hard to get back to the 9-5.
driving to work makes me want to keep going..i read the atlas in bed last nite. lousianna, montgomery, texas, s. calli  are calling me...listening to cajun honky tonk from the 50's and dreaming of little dive bars, spanish moss and cute guys with accents..

man, my inner moppet needs a good spanking (the rest of me wouldnt mind one either)


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hansi