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WT -- Jeremy in the Midwest

Monday Aug 30, 2004 - Link to Entry

I've lost track of what part of the World Tour this is...Frankly I can't even remember my address in Los Angeles. I've been gone for awhile and I'm starting to feel ready to get back home, see my friends, play my guitar, sleep in my bed.

But...Chicago and Michigan have been very good to me. I was able to see Dan and his whole immediate family, Jessica, Young Rico's younger brother Jon, and of course my whole surrogate fam. Despite the humidity it was good to be home!

Michigan has been very serene, a little cool and wet, and quite a lot of fun. The entire love family is present -- Adam, Becky, Cari, Joey, new addition Brad, Wayne and Sandye. We've played golf (I had a pin shot and only lost two balls on nine holes, my score is omitted), Brad and I went biking on a secret route through the woods, we've eaten more than one could imagine, we've listened to Avenue Q 8,432 times, we've played hearts, whiffle ball, boggle, and poker -- its been great.

But as I said I'm about ready to get back where I belong. I've been working hard at revamping my college screenplay and hopefully will have a second draft by mid next week. I've got a show to prepare for though too, so we'll see how the cookie crumbles.

Congrats USA. Russia and China, better luck next time!

WT pt 3 - Losing Steam

Friday Aug 27, 2004 - Link to Entry

Hey friends...I'm feeling a bit winded. Perhaps it was my day of travelling yesterday that involved a subway, a shuttle bus, an air train, two 50 seat jet rides, the "L", another bus, a sedan, and an SUV. Or maybe I just didn't sleep enough. Either way I need a vacation.

So Avenue Q. Avenue Q is like Sesame Street for adults, well its not like that, it is that. There are 8 puppet characters and three humans that live on Avenue Q. They explore themes of the adult world like Purpose, Commitment, Race, Sexuality, Scherenfrode - a German word meaning taking pleasure in other's misery, One night Stands, Internet Porn, and Charity. This play fears nothing as the characters refuse to hold elevator doors, perform felatio, and tell Pollock jokes. But at its a core it is a very musically accomplished piece that really explores the post collegiate themes of the real world in a hillarious, creative, and very meaningful fashion. I recommend it whole heartedly!

I was able to obtain my ticket by dumb luck. Standing in the cancellation line hoping for a miracle--one came disguised as a New Jersey Youth Tour Chaperone who sold me and my cancellation line friends $50 tickets for $20. I saved money in NY! Which reminds me...I, in 3 and a half days in NY, never took a cab, and spent less than $200. That is simply amazing. In fact now that I think about it I still have $5 on my metrocard. First to email me will get that card free....FREE!

NY was good to me this time around. I had no run ins with the law, caught up with most everyone I was hoping to see, ate like a champion, saw a show, crossed the Brooklyn Bridge, went to the Met, and had a great great time! Thank you NY Peeps for being so good to me!

Now after two puddle jumper flights on Independence Air I am in Chicago. Tomorrow I leave for my vacation from my vacation to a beach community in Michigan. I will be unreachable by cell phone or email until Wednesday but feel free to still try...I like messages.

And now to leave you with a song....

"How do I go back to college?
I don't know who I am anymore!

I wanna go back to my room and find a message in dry-erase pen on the door!
Ohhh...
I wish I could just drop a class...

Or get into a play...

Or change my major...

Or fuck my T.A."

-Avenue Q

WT Pt 2

Thursday Aug 26, 2004 - Link to Entry

Oh hello...I didn't see you there. Guess whats coming just around the river bend. No Pochahantus, not the White Man to steal our land and ravish our people...The first anniversary of the birth of JeremyRound.com which is why I am writing my second entry from its birth computer -- The computer of Matty J.

So lets see, where were we. Day II: Sunday was all about catching up with the friends of SF that I had abandoned when I moved to LA, and of course more QT with Eric, aka Young Rico. It featured a delicious breakfast with Jon, who you should remember from such great acts as Koala Jones, frisbee with Jason (how SF), dinner with Cara at the Cheesecake Factory, and somewhere in between the White Sox were swept by the Red Sox. The very busy day left me prepared to pass out on my red eye into NY --> taking us to Day III.

Two hours into the flight and now well into the night I was of course wide awake with zero chance of falling back asleep. With JetBlue's TV options its really hard not to want to surf the satellite all night long catching olympic highlights and about 1,000 replays of the Sox sweep -- BRUTAL! When we touched down I was all adrenelin as I was fighting the clock to arrive in Brooklyn before Matt left for work. Entering the subway I quickly found an open seat...perhaps too quickly. I soon noticed that just a few seats to my left was a homeless gentleman who others were attempting to avoid. He was sleeping though so I figured I was fine. Misjudgement. About two stops later he started cursing up a storm in his sleep. He was screaming about something involving cops and shooting them. But when the train would stop, so too would he. And so as it got more crowded people began to sit between us including the woman who made me feel safe. See she was a bigger grandmother type figure and was reading the bible so I knew I could count on her even if we both root for other teams.

Eventually someone sat down right next to the homeless gent and accidentally brushed his leg. He FLIPPED OUT! He starting cursing in spanish and soon was standing right in front of me barefoot and angry. At this point I was virtually clinging to my temporary religious grandmother. She nodded slowly to let me know I'd be okay. Others weren't so convinced as the very crowded car tried to give him space. Knowing that my stop was soon I was nervous about having to ask him to move. Then he looked me in the eye, "PING." He shot into the air with his hand as he screamed. I pretended he wasn't there.

Next. My stop. My head was racing..."Please move guy...I've gotta get out of here and I don't want to have to hurt you if you get in my way." And just a moment before I was about to rise he bolted to the doors. I wouldn't have to move him or ask him to get out of the way. Thank you grandma figure for praying for us.

As soon as I arrived at Matt's I passed out for three hours before heading to Manhattan to meet Pat for lunch, wander through Broadway to pick a show to see for later in the trip, walk through central park to see Strawberry Fields -- the famous mosaic of Imagine in honor of John Lennon, and then headed off for a softball final, a crazy free dinner at Max's cousins bar, and eventually back to the bourough.

Days IV and V passed very quickly. I was able to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, get to the Met very briefly with Max (we both prefered brevity as neither of us are Art analysts), had a huge meal at Katz deli, and caught up with the most of the NU crew down in the village for drinks (Mike, Bruce, Steve). The next day I just barely got a ticket to see Broadway's Best Musical of the Year, Avenue Q. I will tell you more about it in WT pt 3...

Getting ready to fly to Chicago via DC. To Home or Bust!

Jeremy Round World Tour - part I

Tuesday Aug 24, 2004 - Link to Entry

Jeremystock '04 almost came to a screeching hault before it even had a chance to begin. Nichole, good friend and former SF roommate, was set to pick me up at my home in Los Angeles on Saturday morning at 9:30am to get me to the airport for my 11:15am flight. She came through in the clutch arriving a few minutes before scheduled. Unfortunately I, without really needing its usage for the past three months or so, have apparently forgotten how to use my alarm clock. So her call, instead of bringing me downstairs ready to go, woke me up. I scrambled to finish packing and prepare for the evening (I was off to SF to DJ and needed to dress the part in case my flight was delayed or something else went wrong and I was unable to change pre-event). We got on the road at a few minutes past 10am. Nichole started the car and asked, "So where is Burbank airport?" I explained that I had seen signage driving into LA a few weeks prior and I expected those same signs to guide us on our way. She was not so confident. As 10:23am passed us by and we were miles beyond Burbank she pulled off the highway. Tension was building as I was seeing flashes of The Amazing Race in my head. Nichole, though slightly angered by my last second idiocy, was enjoying herself and the race against time that ensued.

I bolted from the car to the gas station attendant. "Good day sir. Can you tell me the fastest route to Burbank." Now I no longer was entertaining CBS prime time programming in my nogin (how does one spell nogin/nogan/knogan....who knows?). Instead I was Dustin Hoffman off to stop Elaine from marrying the make out king. I had fire, I had urgency, he had directions. 7 miles or so he estimated. If we could keep a pace of 40mph I'd get to the airport with a little over a half an hour to spare which I thought might be enough time...

We were on our way...Nichole quickly asked for confirmation that I would pay for a speeding ticket. I pretended not to hear as we zoomed on. A plane could be seen on the horizon preparing to land. The airport was just moments away.

10:41 - 34 mins until Southwest takes off with or without me. We finally see some signage that dictates a round about path to the enterance of good old Bob Hope Airport. Unfortunately we are not the only ones trying to get there but seemingly are the only ones in a hurry. The next mile or so takes about 6 minutes as Nichole pulls up to the gate with now only 28 minutes until take off.

I sprint in. There's a line and I have bags. I big damn line and I have bags. I ask myself, WWJD? No not what Jesus would do, what would Jayro do, silly. The answer: Lie to get on that plane. I go just behind the folks at the front of the line and explain that I was standing behind them and then needed to go to the bathroom. They do not protest and offer me a spot ahead of them as I explain that I now have 20 minutes until take off.

"Next please." Moment of truth. Will the irrelevant employee who prints out a boarding pass and puts a sticker on my luggage (yes computers can handle this job), will she allow me access to this flight, or is it closed?

OE (obsolete employee): "My you're running late."
Me (actually telling truth): "We got lost. I assumed there would be signs."
OE: "You know what they say about assuming..." And then, I swear she said this, as if she were a stockholder or something. "You should use Mapquest. I use mapquest all the time. Mapquest is great and getting me where I need to go without any troubles at all. Mapquest Mapquest Mapquest Mapquest."
Me (now lying like a madman): "I love mapquest. My internet is not yet installed as I just moved here (well that actually is true). Is it still possible for me to get on this flight?" And I continued even though I think she nodded yes after I mentioned my "love" of mapquest, "See my friend's sister suddenly passed away and well I'd understand if I can't be on this flight, but I'd like to go and support him and his family as soon as possible."
OE: "Run!"

And away I went soon realizing that my big fancy black shoes and belt would be another obstacle. I was no longer an Amazing Race character or Dustin Hoffman, I was Kevin McCallister (Macauly Culkin in Home Alone II) making a mad dash for the plane.

This story has gotten more than enough screentime. I made the damn flight, okay? Moving on....

Eric, aka young Rico, picked me up at Oakland on time and we headed back to the Francisco to relax, watch Amazing Race, and get ready for the evening's event. A couple hours later we were at a Bat Mitzvah in Marin county. Based on the list of requests and the unusual format of the event I could tell it would be a challenging and interesting evening.

See instead of serving dinner the event just had dessert bars which means I was responsible for creating a dancing environment for 4 hours which is tough when kids only like so many songs. Plus there were adults present making it hard to just go with the current hits. Eric, aka young Rico, loves old school Bar Mitzvahs with over the top DJ's who wear wigs and dance and sing all the songs. My company couldn't not be more against that style of DJing, but the client is always right and this client wanted to hear the Macarena...twice.

After playing copacabana, YMCA, the hampster dance remix, and mony mony I knew it was time to turn it up a notch and I knew Eric was the one who would do the turning (Eric = Young Rico).

"Who knows the Electric Slide? Well Eric is going to come down there and teach it to you...." Its electric, boogy woogy woogy.

Eric was a hit and cheese ball songs reigned supreme. And this is how Day I came to a close.

Stay tuned for more from the road...

Where are you now Jayro? : Brooklyn, NY -- Matty J's pad, creator of Jeremyround.com and Cap'n Design himself.

Gearing up for the Road

Friday Aug 20, 2004 - Link to Entry

Starting tomorrow I will be out of town for 14 days. Though working for part of this adventure I now think that perhaps the time away is a bit excessive. Some job leads are coming to fruition at the time when I will be least accessible. Blargh! Still I remain confident that these travels can only set me back slightly to not at all and whats more important than spending a little time with family and friends?

As you can see I've been very busy on the show front. I can't find a band for the life of me but venues sure seem to want my services. So I have three shows coming up in the next two months with likely a few more being added to that upon my return. I'm going to go ahead and set my goal have a band date at 11/01/04. That gives me two months and change to get this thing rolling.

Honestly I love playing even if its by myself but I cannot achieve what I am out to achieve if I go at it by myself. Yes I could just hire backing musicians and be a solo-artist, but I really love the idea of collaboration and creating something as a team. Perhaps my views will alter on these ideals but for now I still seek my other Beatles.

Tomorrow in SF, by next week NY, the weekend brings Chicago, and I return a week later...Notes from the road to follow including some insights into the revision of my screenplay The Gavel Pendulum.

14 Below

Wednesday Aug 18, 2004 - Link to Entry

Though it twas my best performance since the launching of this website I still know there lies a long road ahead. Let us first assess the evening and then I will go ahead to discuss what is next for the Jayro (yes I just called myself the Jayro...when you get a website you can do that too). Moving on...

14 Below as a venue is great!! Its a two room bar, one that is the stage and seating to watch the acts and the other that is a typical bar equipped with multiple TV's and a Jutebox. The stage is a decent size even for a full band with fully functional monitors (thats a music term for a speaker that allows the players to hear themselves), good lights, great acoustics, and a caring staff. You probably find this hard to believe but it is rare when a sound guy actually sits through your whole set and tries their best throughout. Also rare to get feedback from other people on staff congratulating you on your show and lending a word or two of constructive criticism. With a cheap cover, lots of parking, decent Westside location, and being such a performer/music friendly venue, I've no choice but to give 14 Below awesome marks!

Fans! It was an early show and on a Tuesday night and my friends/family came out in strong numbers to support the cause. I also learned from them that I need to start playing for more strangers. I'm not going to find loyal fans from within my friendbase. My friends will of course always be there to support but they won't buy their 4th or 5th copy of The Goodbye Project, nor will they sing every word to every song as they throw their underwear on stage...Point being I just have to keep playing.

Me...To be honest I've never sang this well performing with a guitar. I've had moments in Kareoke and in my musical days, but this really was the crowning vocal moment in my short career. Due to my ability to really rest up for the show I found the sweet part of my vocal range to be larger than normal and I was able to ace a few tunes such as Allie's Song and Runaround Sue. There were moments when I just let my voice go and it soared. I'm still thrilled with this aspect of my performance.

Energy-wise my goal for this show was to be more of a performer, less of a coffeeshop-guy-with-guitar-singer-songwriter type. With the lights blinding away any stage fright I could muster my nerves were quickly calmed and I was able to have fun on stage, talk a bit, and really get more into the mood. Where I failed here was I did a few inside jokes making the show less accessible to people new to the music. Also, as a few commented, my set was a little too cover oriented and I needed to do a little more of my music to show my more soulful side so that the fun crazy numbers would have a stronger contrast.

Guitar playing was above average for me as far as on stage playing is concerned. I still had trouble nailing little riffs that I had down in practice. Something about sweat and adrenelin makes me overplay a bit. My tempos were pretty under control but I definitely missed a few of the finer guitar moments. I only dropped my pick once and I had more at the ready with my new mic stand pic holder. Wahoo!

Overall I am thrilled with last nights performance. I really gave myself a nice accomplishment before I hit the road for two weeks and I have a lot to look forward to with three gigs now on the horizon (9/11, 9/23 soon to be posted, and a TBA Songwriters night). Just for reference my set was:

Faith - G. Michael
Soft and Tender - Round
Cat's in the Cradle - Chapin
Projectionist - Round
Allie's Song - Round
Run Around Sue - Dion
Must Be the Weather - Round
The Great Cover Song- Various Artists
Goodbye - Round

Thanks to all those who came out to support and look forward to more originals in the upcoming shows including new never heard before materials! Also look forward to photos from the gig and my upcoming two weeks of travel as they come in.

Lates.

Maria full of What?!?

Monday Aug 16, 2004 - Link to Entry

After a week or so of attempting to see it, Kelly and I finally caught "Maria Full of Grace." For those of you unfamiliar with this Columbian picture, the premise is simple: Impovrished girl loses job and decides to become a mule which literally means ingesting pellets of cocaine and bringing them into the United States. Though the characters were filled to the brim with illegal substances risking not only their own lives and freedom but also those of their loved ones the film was lacking in connection to its audience. When it was all said and done it felt more like a documentary than a fictional narrative. I found myself detached and a bit bored throughout, not unlike my viewing of "Garden State" two weeks previous.

But as a result of this film I decided to become a mule myself. After all I'm doing a bit of travel at the end of the month and could use some cash flow. True its all domestic thus negating the necessity of muling (defined as: to mule). Still I think it could be something I'd be good at. I began practicing with apple slices and the green pills from the middle of the birth control packets.

I found that my assumed gift was in fact not there and as a result I would like to now announce my retirement from the mule field. It treated me well for all those years and the benefits were great, but its time to hang it up and stop pooping out the drugs.

***********Disclaimer*************
All ideas and statements involving drug carrying are in fact false. RoundRecords and Jeremy Round claim no responsibility for the contents that are contained within this entry. You may not tape this without the expressed written consent of ASCAP, NPR, and the Discovery Channel. Any relationship to real people and events is completely coincidental.

Moving through the night

Sunday Aug 15, 2004 - Link to Entry

Fearing traffic more than the consequences of an all nighter Sam, Gabe, JD, and I did the unthinkable, we loaded and unloaded a moving truck between the hours of 3am and 6am. See the plan originally was to load the truck before bed and take off early in the morning to complete the move. When I arrived at their home at close to midnight Sam and JD were less than ready to load the truck. Gabe revised our plan suggesting that we go ahead and complete the move through the evening. By 4 am we were on the road to Hollywood. Though completely delirious, Sam and I enjoyed the empty roads in the massive moving truck by singing songs at the top of our lungs. Such favorites as Clay Aiken's "Invisible", the Catholic tune "Joy Joy down in my heart," The theme song of The Gummy Bears, The Star Spangled Banner, and the Jewish folk song "Bim Bom," highlighted the adventure.

By 5am we arrived at Sam and JD's new place in Hollywood. Successfully having avoided the traffic, our new goal was to unload the truck fast enough so that we could get it back to the South Bay before rush hour but silently enough such that no one in the building would be disturbed. Quite a challenge...Were we successful? Well no one complained. In fact we didn't hear a single soul stir despite a very loud moment involving Sam's box spring. See the damned thing wouldn't fit into the elevator so we took it to the stairwell. Only it didn't quite fit their either. Just mere inches from the 2nd floor the box spring caught the wall and was stuck. The clock now ticking dangerously close to 6am Sam called for the only move we could make, take out the wall. We counted down from three and then heaved. The dry wall gave way as a 1/4 inch or so crumbled to the ground. We never looked back and were soon on our way to return the truck.

To celebrate later in the day Sam took me to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles a famous LA establishment that serves just what its name claims. Though delicious I could feel the pain in my chest shortly thereafter and couldn't eat for days.

Now it is all about preping for Tuesday's show and if you're a good reader you'll notice that I got another gig for Saturday 9/11. Yeah its not the greatest day of the year to have a show but its a SATURDAY!!! I hope my music will go over at 9pm on a Saturday. I'm really going to have to rock out.

Now to practice. Go USA and WHITE Sox.

Fliers for the show...And a birth announcement

Tuesday Aug 10, 2004 - Link to Entry

Its hard to type as I severely burned my right index finger on a frying pan making scrambled eggs this afternoon. That'll teach me to be domestic.

The following is the flyer I am sending around for my upcoming show. Please feel free to link people to this information!

Come one, come all to see….

Jeremy Round

The new guy in town

Fresh off of his move from San Francisco this very original and energetic solo artist brings his act to 14 Below in Santa Monica, Tuesday 8.17.04 at 8pm sharp.

Cover is just $6 for a full night of music. The line up is as follows:

8:00 Jeremy Round
9:00 Ryan Larson
10:00 King Baby
11:00 Colla-Voce

If you love live acoustic rock, and I know you do, then do not miss this show!! Jeremy will not only be playing his innovative and emotionally driven original songs but also a collection of covers by artists like Pearl Jam, George Michael, Bon Jovi, Harry Chapin, The Beatles, Weezer, Guster, and more. Be there!

14 Below
1348 14th St.
Santa Monica, CA 90404
(310) 451-5040
Tuesday 8.17.04 -- 8pm
21+ show
www.14below.com

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www.jeremyround.com
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Sweet....Moving on....OWWWWW...sorry it really hurts.

Many congratulations are in order -- Today a beautiful a healthy baby girl was born. Amine Tak Round was measured at 3'8", 82 ounces, and is in perfect health.

All of Amine's brothers (Basso and Winston) and her big sister (Expensive) are watching her sleep in her cradle. Awww. We're one big happy family!

Our War

Sunday Aug 8, 2004 - Link to Entry

Our war was waged on a less than typical battleground. Amidst ramps through haunted houses, penduli (plural of pendulum), and your garden-variety concrete barricades, this epic and devastating competition was birthed.

Sam Greenspan who entered the game riding the emotional high of a birthday celebrated with tokens and undercooked frozen pizzas would find himself my foe on the mini-links. The game was putt-putt. I was well aware of what was at stake: pride, fame, and bragging rights. The winds were active with whispers of the gods as they tinkered and toiled with our collective game’s fate.

Neither warrior dominated on this battlefield though each had splendid moments of glory. A two putt for Eagle by Sam answered by a Albatross Hole-in-One by myself. It simply came down to desire and a 7 stroke lead with three holes remaining. Nervously I began the 15th hole knowing that I could give up two strokes a hole and still claim victory. Those nerves would be my undoing. Greenspan, always a master of timing and cunning, sensed my weakness and struck accordingly picking up three strokes on the 15th leaving him now only 4 strokes behind. The 16th was equally unruly to my pink ball as I found the hole terribly difficult to find. 2 strokes behind with one hole to play the crowds gathered near drawn in by this historic moment (note – we planned for the game to end on the 17th since the 18th hole steals your ball). Twas a dreaded ramp hole where too much or too little juice could result in the ball returning to you. I learned this lesson not once but twice and five putted my way off the 17th green. Greenspan would have to sink his third shot to force an overtime. The clouds seemed to fly by at record speed as the leaves whistled with delight. He swung and away his black ball ran—running itself straight into the hole.

I’d like to say I fought the good fight and won that epic battle. I’d like to say that the playoff was just the thing my game needed. Unfortunately I cannot say either but that was not how it went down. Sam went ahead and knocked me out on the third playoff hole with his superior focus and ability to perform under pressure. I was out matched and out classed. Still I consider it not a sin to have died with such nobility in the face of a great foe. Yeah and we threw our balls in the river to celebrate.

Previous Entry...in artifacts and images

Saturday Aug 7, 2004 - Link to Entry

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August 5, 2004

Jeremy Round
1 Main St.
Los Angeles, CA 90000

Parking Violations Bureau
P.O. Box 30247
Los Angeles, CA 90030
Re: Citation 1015458780

Dear Sir or Madam:

I am writing you to contest Citation 1015458780. Earlier today I received a ticket for a meter violation. When I returned to my vehicle I learned that this citation was due to a broken parking meter. When I first parked I put two quarters in the meter and went to the DMV for just ten minutes to pick up some change of address forms. Obviously since the meter was broken, which I didn’t realize until I returned to find the citation, it did not register time for the quarters I had inserted. In fact when I inspected further I could still see both quarters in the slot.

In any case, I did attempt to pay for my parking and was back within the time frame that the payment would have allowed for. It is my hope that this citation will as a result be overturned. In the future I will be careful to inspect meters and make sure that my funds are accepted.

Thank you for your time and consideration in this matter.

Sincerely,

Jeremy D. Round

My HTML Skillz leave something to be desired...

Citings and citations in the City

Thursday Aug 5, 2004 - Link to Entry

You love the title...you know you do.

First off I must admit that a big portion of my time so far in Los Angeles has been dedicated to devouring the "Family Guy" DVD's Eric gave me for my birthday. For every shirt I've hung, I've watched two episodes. Okay its not quite that bad but I only have 4 episodes left and I still havent finished getting my papers in order and entering all my address changes. Stay tuned for the gripping conclusion of this epic race. Moving on...

Yesterday I pulled myself away from the TV for long enough to take my ass over to the new Target that opened up just around the corner making it approximately 20 minutes closer than my target in SF (point LA). Nichole also needing to finish up her appartment shopping planned to meet me in the books/dvd section of this fine shopping establishment. So of course I had a wait ahead of me. While I stood still next to a rack of Harry Potter and Artemis Foul novels a gentleman caught my eye. As he moved closer my suspicions were affirmed. It was on Thursday, August 5th, 2004 that I would have my first celebrity citing as a permanant resident of LA*. And who was this celebrity that is so down to earth that he would be shopping alone in a Target (pronounced Tar-SHAY for effect)? Well I wasn't sure of his name...So I got on the phone and said the following:

"Hey Matt. Who's the guy from Can't Hardly Wait and That thing you do?"

The answer, which of course all of my fans already know since they are such brilliant people and so in touch with current events -- Ethan Embry.

Just for the record he was short but really strong looking.

Later in the day I stopped by the DMV to pick up a change of address form. I put two quarters in the meter and ran off to get the paperwork. When I returned, literally 5 minutes later, there was a ticket on my car. I looked at the meter and it was blinking 0:00. I looked in the slot and noticed that my quarters had in fact not gone down. Smacking the meter a few times I saw that this terrible machine was in fact broken. Don't think I'm not appealing. What else do I have to do with my time?

So that concludes the story of my citing and citation in the ci...Damn, I've got to run. "Family Guy" is on.

*In my various adventures to Los Angeles I have seen quite a few celebrities including and not withstanding: Reese Witherspoon, Mike Tyson, Christina Ricci, myself in the mirror, and Bob Barker. However this marked my first time encountering one since moving here. Get it? Got it? GOOD. Okay, for rizzle I's gots to be jetting....LATAH!

I Have Arrived!

Wednesday Aug 4, 2004 - Link to Entry

The days have flown by as I have been toiling away at making a smooth transition to Los Angeles. After a relatively painless loading of the truck up in SF, Gabe, Nichole, and I made our way down to LA first thing Saturday morning. The truck, although annoyingly noisy when started, was really in good shape and allowed us to make the trip in just six hours which is pretty amazing in a 17" truck with a car in tow. Also Gabe did such a good job packing the truck that damages were kept to a minimum.

Since arriving I have concerned myself mostly with unpacking and making my space comfortable. Learning a thing or two from the 'Queer Eye' guys I quickly committed myself to a colour scheme (note: i spelled color the classy English way to emphasize the posh process of which I am describing). Sky Blue and Black. I made a trip to Bed, Bath, and Beyond (note: they strangely don't sell beds there) and picked up towels and matching sheets. You can take the boy out of SF but you can't take the SF out of the boy.

Anyway, I love where I live. Its a really spacious appartment in a great building centrally located in the city. My roommate Adam is a really great guy who is also hardcore about the White Sox, Film, and Music, and grew up in the town right next to Deerfield (Highland Park as it is known to the locals). I really can't complain, which is good because I'm trying to stay on a Positivity kick.

I still do not have an official start date for my job but am being persistant about my inquiries. I expect to have the issue resolved within two weeks.

At the end of the month I will be travelling to a city near you:

August 21-22 SF, CA
August 23-26 NY, NY
August 27- September 5 Chicago, IL and Some random town in Michigan on the lake

Thats a bit of an update. I'll get some photos of my new home loaded soon and for those of you in LA, I have a show in two weeks. Get Pumped! :)

Ciao babe.