Rue-Lynx, the new up and coming band rocked the Roxy on Friday night. Despite major audio problems, David Hiller (John Bohnam reincarnate) the band’s drummer takes the wrap as an awkward silence ensues the crowd. He breaks out and does one of the greatest rock drum solos of all time. Destroying the stage by improv, the stage was his drum kit….

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I go to Santa Monica Community College. I was walking down the hallway looking at the bulletin board for job offers. I see a phone number advertising a job for $16/hr for a marketing company. I call the number and get an interview the next day. Im sitting in a room full of a bunch of incompetent people. I wear a suit, theyre wearing jeans and tshirts. Its too good to be true. They hired me on the spot. I was suspicious. They hired everyone that was in the interview. I come back for the unpaid training. I learn how to be a knife saleman. They brainwash me and tell me how much money that I can make with the company. They promise trips to Hawaii and to Canada. BS. They tell me that in order to work for them I need to buy the $300 sample kit. BS. They say that Ill make thousands a week BS. I walk out after telling the manager that the company was absolutely fraudulent.


fuck Vector Marketing.

(I didn’t make this video, I found it among hundreds of others)

Axe corporation sets society on fire

When you go to the supermarket, do yo know what’s in the products that you buy? Well, Im sure you don’d this same concept applies to axe bodyspray, the heavily marketed “deodorant equivalent”.

I’m sure the consumer fails to implent their good sense and read the fucking label. In their commercials they reach the super-egos of men and woman on a sub-conscious level. They advertise that if you use their product you will have the opposite sex burn with sexual desire for you. This burning is far different from the sexual stigma it proposes. Axe is highly flamable. Seriously, if you hold up a match or lighter to it, you can make a flame torch. I don’t know about you, but spraying scented, flammable chemicals all over myself doesn’t
seem that appealing. Imagine someone spraying it all over their body and then somehow generating static electricity from their clothing and spontaneously combusting. If I saw it, I would laugh. The joke’s on him, not only do a lot of people find the scent of axe repulsive, but the freaking guy is on fire!! Shit man!! I’m on fire!! Ill sue them!! Sure go ahead and try to sue, nothing will happen. After all, it is the consumer’s ‘response-ability’ to read the label. responsibility (the ability to respond properly)

Lately I’ve been rapidly filling in the gaps of life experience that I seemed to have missed out on for some reason. Speaking of gaps, I had a five-hour gap period until my next class, leaving plenty of time for me to waste. I didn’t want to waste it as I usually do, so I left the comfort of the small Santa Monica college community and ventured out to Venice Beach which was only a quick ride away. I was riding my long board and carving down the long-stretched hill, feeling the breeze and literally surfing on the sidewalk. I felt like I was that one guy in Lords of Dogtown.

I skated into the strip of the Venice Boardwalk by the far end and started to observe things that I passed by. I came to a realization. The culture represented in Venice Beach is not only self-defeating to its inhabitants in a societal aspect, but the ideals that it propagates are contradictory to the lifestyle that it represents. In other words, Venice is a breeding ground for self-righteous leeches of society; while this is true, the rich tourists who go there see the American Dream: people working with what they have to try and make a better life for themselves (i.e., the random vendors selling their wares).

I look to my left and I see this homeless guy. All dressed in rags. He was tripping heavily on some sort of drugs. The new American Apparel store is apparently in business. Outside of the store is a mannequin dressed in hardly anything, laying down in a sexual pose. This mannequin represents a culture where people are told that they need to look a certain way. This guy was lying down next to the mannequin, humping it and talking to it and eventually making out with it. How ironic? The fake person, the person that society tells us we need to be like (rich enough to afford American Apparel in the first place and skinny enough to fit into it); was connected to a guy who had failed at societal expectations. This store was new to Venice Beach and was in business, but the business appeared to be quite dirty. Perhaps the guy had nothing going for him and resorted to a world of darkness and drugs? Black and White. Complete opposites.

Is that what this place represents? Does it truly breed lost cause?

Is this what this place represents? Lost cause?

I ventured over to the new skate park. It was newly renovated and to be honest it looked fucking sick. I wish that I had brought with me a smaller, more suitable board so that I may have partook. My laptop was good enough for me. I sat there smoking a cigarette right under the no smoking sign. I didn’t care, this was Venice Beach. Nobody else was following the rules of society, why should I?

I noticed that the old skate park, the perfectly good one was deserted. Nobody was skating on it. I didn’t get it. The new one was jam-packed; yet nobody wanted to go elsewhere for (as assumed) fear of leaving the pack of the other skaters. Nobody wanted to be “that guy”.

I feel like the new skate park is meant to inspire young skaters to someday get sponsored and make a better life for themselves. . The ones who don’t get sponsored and continue to skate are skating for a lost cause. They most likely will never make a career out of the sport, yet they dedicate their entire lives to it. They all skate and pose for the audience as it is housed in an enclosure with safety bars. Like a fucking zoo. People watching and taking pictures. Watching skaters make it or break it. Watching them, as they portray your typical Californian. The wealthy tourists go shop at the American Apparel, buy the lousy, crude t-shirts from the various vendors and eat the horrible oily pizza from the small food stands, they laugh at the medical marijuana evaluation clinics and applaud at the street performers. They want to act like a local. The reality is, the locals of Venice don’t shop at the American Apparel, or buy the stupid tshirts or eat the lousy pizza. They do drugs, commune with their other drug doing peers and essentially live off the handouts of the tourists with deep pockets that want to be like them. A stereotype. Is that what people want to be. For people to come and travel to Venice like myself and spectate?


Posted: August 30, 2010 in Uncategorized

They should call this place santa monica pseudo- college this is going to be the easiest thing I have ever done

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Posted: August 29, 2010 in Uncategorized

This week k smith and mosier talked about muay tai. Piggy back criminal a japanese vagina festival and much more

So I’m here at the smodcastle in this small little venue in hollywood. I’m kind of stoked to see kevin smith shoot the shit. That’s actually the title of the autographed book I bought for 15 bucks. I also bought a boxed water. Fucking brilliant. Read later for updated info for the podcast and a link with the summary.