For some weird reason, I always tend to slack off from updating this site around March every year. Maybe it must be some hidden "senoritis" type birthday hangover that's preventing me from typing.( I just turned 25 ten days ago, if that matters)
But anyway, I've been very busy as of recent. You've been very busy as of recent as well. Its kinda been like that since Barack was sworn in to the White House back in 2009, when the economy just started to suck. Everyone is more focused on their own priorities, yet they sometimes find a way to go clubbing on a fuckin' Thursday night and post drunk photos of themselves all over Facebook. Hell, even the bars will be packed with non-Irish blokes this upcoming Sunday night as they raise their Blood Alcohol Content to the point where their too fucked up to not have to go to class or work the next day or two.
Shit, I don't even have time to go out nowadays. I even missed Primitive's Pain of Beauty premiere at the Arclight in Hollywood on Wednesday night cause I had to be at a mandatory last-minute hearing that night in Downtown Los Angeles.
What was the hearing for? Well, right now I'm currently and just recently employed as a driver in the Los Angeles Department of Transportation in their Taxicab division. I didn't really ask for it, but it was given to me. I been driving their cabs every day for a month so far, with only one day off on my 25th birthday so far. The hearing was for 2 complaints that some of the customers I picked up had snitch on me to the company that I drive for (United Independent San Fernando Valley). But I told them I just got started, and it was settled by having to pay them a $2.00 fine in Money Order.
Surprised that I'm now driving cabs around the Valley? Well, you're supposed to be. Surprises are part of life, from finding out that your first crush in elementary school is getting married for the third time on Facebook, or learning that one of your parents is dating somebody 15 years younger than them. My moms just called me this past week and we had our usual arguments. At the end of the conversation, she told me that I'll be 30 in 5 years, which surprised me as I though of it. Honestly, I really wish that I had one single legit job aside from my photography for the past six years instead of having several different ones. Since 2007, I was a cashier, a sale associate, a stock keeper, a security guard, a paparazzi photographer, a family portrait studio photographer, a paid volunteer at Providence Tarzana Medical Center, a car washer at Galpin Ford, and a warehouse supplier last year which I didn't mention that much on this blog. Hell, I even sold junk food and snacks at a small commissary there for the employees there with a deaf person in his 50s that was my supervisor there. I didn't know sign language, but despite the challenge, we somehow manage to communicate and get along very well while selling Coke Zeros and Frito-Lay products.
I'm only in this taxicab business just so that I can pay bills and shit like that and then later on in a few years I can start focusing on what I really want to do. I had to spend about $500 that I don't have to start and get all the permits and pay the exam fees and drug testing to drive cabs around the Valley, and its paying off well so far. If I never drove my drunk friends to their house in the past or if I never grew up in the 818 and knew every street by heart, then I wouldn't have interest in this job. To me, its just a regular job. Nothing to get excited about since most other better places to work at is very hard to get nowadays. I'm at the banks all the time and I work almost everyday for an average of 12 hours, so you'll rarely see any updates on here or on Facebook. But if you're on instagram, feel free to bother me at @justforsneaks07 so that you can see some photos that you won't see on Facebook.
Even though I missed the Pain Is Beauty invite only premiere on Wednesday night, you can check out the film right here on The Berrics, which is a website that post videos of all things skateboarding. The Berrics also have several other videos of Skateboarder/Primitive co-founder Paul Rodriguez from his web-reality series Life: Paul Rodriguez and a excellent feature on his partner Andy Netkin with his sneaker collection. Check it out. Pain is Beauty link
Anyway, I end this post right here. I'll have some photography and other stuff that I've been working on and will be working on that I'll share with y'all in the coming months, so keep a lookout for that. Anyway, thanks for your time reading this.
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
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Friday, March 15, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Valuable Life Assurance
I've had better weekends in the past, and this is one of them. A first for the new year.
So on Friday evening, I stopped by my good friend Frank's crib to catch up on each others lives. I haven't hung out with him in a about a month. I had to get some 8x10s of the late Ashley Davidson printed out from him (thanks again Frank) and then we just talked about basic stuff and this Sunday's Super Bowl. We saw a few Jack in The Box commercials cause coincidentally, I ate some Tacos from there earlier that day (I like Del Taco's selection better) and also, the Lakers kept the Utah Jazz under 100 points that night as the final score was 102-84, which meant that the fans in attendance at Staples Center received free Jack in The Box Tacos.
Hey, it was only a dollar I spent though, and the value of a One Dollar Note is no where compared to how valuable it was when I was in elementary school. That shit was so powerful then, that you make any kid on campus do anything for a buck, from having to get him to do your homework done, to standing upside-down while saying the Alphabet backwards, to getting another person's Lunchables and to having that girl you have a crush on sit next to you on a field trip to the La Brea Tarpits (think Love Don't Cost a Thing and Can't Buy Me Love, which are both the same movies). I'm talkin' growing up in the 90's here. Now sometime in the future, the one dollar bill is gonna be like what a penny and a nickel is right now. Just useless change.
On the subject of money, I went to the Power 106 studios in Burbank on Saturday for a financial seminar workshop there. When I was a kid, I used to always think that Power 106 was broadcasted somewhere out from Slauson Ave or anywhere in South Central Los Angeles since west coast Gangsta' Rap was what they normally played back in the day in the afternoons and evenings (they played house, trance and Latin Freestyle during the morning and mid day). This was when the Baka Boyz ran the morning show and when Big Boy replaced them, he was fat as fuck at the time. Now that station is not the way it was 18 years ago, as its switched from the real legit underground hip-hop and the gangsta rap 40oz drinkin' listeners, to the soft European dance club, electronic colorful, underage shit to the "Barack Kardashian" iPhone audience. I picked this over the Dodgers fan fest because 1.) I've haven't been inside a music radio station offices other than ESPN Deportes to pick out tickets for Fiesta Lakers in 2009 and 2) I didn't feel like going to be surrounded in line with a lot of Dodger fans and their families that day.
So I park right next to the building in a empty street with no parking sign in sight (unlike Downtown Burbank next to the mall) and then went inside. The security guard there escorted me to the elevator and told me to go to the specific floor (which I won't say on here for confidentiality reasons) on where the Power 106 offices are. After the elevator ride, I got on the right floor and then I went to the reception desk where some dude, who look like he was in a community college, was taking charge there. He opened the door for me and then led me to the conference room where the workshop was gonna be at. As I was walking, I saw several plaques and framed autographed posters hanging on the wall of different R&B singers and artists that visited the studio in the past.. I couldn't think of one off the top of my head that I saw but Mariah Carey was one of them. I got to the conference room and there were three women around my age, who work in the stations promotions department I believe, and a light skinned black guy in a suit. They were there to check people in for the seminar workshop. I thought there was gonna be a lot of people that would also show up, but I was told that a few several people came earlier and left, so it was just me and the staff there.
After I checked in, the bloke in the suit sat me down on a table. He gave me his business then ask me some questions about how my money managing skills is going and the jobs I've had in the past and everything. After I told them, he then gave me some financial advice and other basics of Economics that I was never though in high school, as well as why certain banks merge and how it affected those who have accounts in the said bank that was going to be bought out by another bank. I knew I had something like this coming to me on my way there, but I thought I was gonna be in that conference room with other recession-bitten undergrads listening to several people in suits on stage telling us not to spend money on sneakers and bottles at the club. But instead, I had a one-on-one discussion with a representative from Chase Bank telling me some motivational stuff, from his thoughts on the economy to the real reason why the recession happened, and to why out-spoken protesters switched from banks to credit unions two years ago during Occupy Wall Street. It woke me up for a bit as I stayed interested in what he had to say. I originally wanted to come here just to check out the Power 106 studios since I met and took photos of Yesi Ortiz, Luscious Liz, DJ JustinCredible, and other Power 106 personalities in the past, but damn, hearing all the inspirational information about finances, keeping a steady balance and a healthy budget was uplifting. I knew about how to work on a budget and all that shit, but this was like next level, push you to the top of the ride-type shit. Shoutout to Power 106 for making good use of my time.
As I left the studios and offices, I got into the car and saw that it was 12:30 PM. I had to be at my homeboy Elvis's brother's crib in Sun Valley for a Benefit Celebration for the late Ashley Davidson which started at 5PM according to the Facebook invite. I had a lot of time to kill, so I went to the Burbank library on Buena Vista Street and read Ebony Magazine and the Time Magazine "Person of the Year" from last year. I picked the latest issue of Ebony Magazine cause not only Black History Month is approaching, but it had rapper T.I and his wife Tameka "Tiny" Harris on the cover. The article about them discusses about all the shit that they went through during T.I.'s possession of illegal weapons and probation violations that landed him in jail a few years ago and their reality TV show on VH1. Also, T.I was one of my favorite rappers when I was graduating from high school in 2006 and I had his King album on Vinyl. I also went to his show he performed at the Key Club that MySpace hosted in 2008 before he got locked up, and it was there that I saw Rhianna (three months before Chris Brown fucked up her face and her mind over matter) and Kanye West for the very first time in person as surprise guests performers. Hell, even Kanye West performed and debuted a few tracks from his 808s and Heartbreak album as he just came fresh off a flight from recording that album in Hawaii on that day. Such a great-ass show. But getting back to T.I. and his wife, even though I'm not a fan of their show, I do respect his hustle (hence the name T.I. and Tiny: The Family Hustle) and seeing that his wife still has his back and support despite the arrests and other famous couples having short marriages. Another thing I noticed in that issue was that it had a section on how to manage your finances during this income tax season. It had the same info that I was told earlier from the Chase representative, but then again, it might be a tax season thing.
Soon afterwards, I left the library and hour later and decided to stop by my sisters house close by in North Hollywood to chill there or a bit until the benefit celebration stated. When I got there, they weren't home and I don't have a mobile phone yet to contact them. So I just parked my car in front of the crib and just walked around the neighborhood that I spent my childhood in. I was wearing a suit that day and I felt uncomfortable walking around a neighborhood in a suit, making fools think that I'm one of those door-to-door Christian pamphlet converters, which I didn't do cause I had no pamphlets. I walked to Dollar store there (one of the only few place where a Dollar bill is useful) to buy a pen for the benefit celebration and a cheeseburger from a McDonald's close by cause I didn't eat anything for the whole day, which is another reason while I stopped by my sisters so that I can something there. As I got back to the house an hour later, they still weren't home, so I sat in the car, ate my Cheeseburger and waited for a bit. I figured that my sisters were coming back from church or something. Finally, at 3:00, I lost my patience and drove off to Sun Valley. I thought they would be home at the time, but apparently, they weren't.
I got to my friend's brother's house 10 minutes later, but unfortunately, I was too damn early. I even had to wait for awhile until they got home cause I remember them saying that they had to go to their daughter's performance at the Sunset Strip earlier in that day. I'm not gonna lie, I don't like showing up early to an event that's not photography related than I hate showing up late to an event, but I made good use of the time by playing soccer with their kids in the front lawn in my dress shoes (I didn't give a shit) and watched Batman Forever with them. Man, that movie was entertaining, minus the Val Kilmer/Nicole Kidman smooching "Kiss From a Rose" shit. I wish I saw it when it came out in theaters cause I remember that movie was hyped up back when I was in second grade, and I used to have the poster for it. Later on, more people slowly started to attend. I talked with them for a bit and then I brought out the 8x10s of Ashley I printed out and made everyone signed it.
As the night started to progress, everyone started to show up. I saw several people that I haven't seen in about a year or two and had some small talk conversations with them. These were people that I used to see and photograph at the shows and Nicole Stetter's house back in 2011. During the majority of the night, while everyone was outside talking, I was inside making sure everyone that attended (who knew Ashley very well) sign the 8x10s. The homegirl Julie Canizalez had some candles on display with another photo of Ashley on it. She was selling them and also she created a suggested donation jar so that the funds can go to Ashley's family. They're were about 20 candles and all of them were sold by the end of the night, which amazed me. What also amazed me more was that about $500 was raised in donations that night. I've been to fundraisers in the past were the most people raised was 50 bucks, but the amount made that night was tremendous, and again, it was going towards a good cause. The only time I stepped outside was when there was a performance. It was my first time seeing the homeboy Elvis perform with this band called Craters. They play very mellow rock music that you would likely hear in surf movies that was filmed at night. Makes you feel like you were feasting at Island's with a Hawaiian shirt on during a sunset. It was a fantastic performance. Then later on, Elvis other band Aftergloam performed, and I haven't seen them play in person in over a year. My homeboy Luis Sanchez is a new addition to the band and he's always been wanting me to see him perform in the past, which I never got the chance to except for that night. Great seeing them entertain the crowd while playing a selective set of new tracks that I've never heard before.
Then later on, the homies Victor Diaz and Sevonne Alossi band Astral Jubilee went up next. I never got a chance to see them perform, but WOW, their music.... I mean not just only the music, but their setup as well... damn, it was amazing. More than just dope in person. Some of their instruments that they had were vintage-looking instruments that you would've have to dig deep on eBay and Craigslist to find. Their smooth style of music feels like being inside the "Coconut Grove" nightclub in the old Ambassador Hotel (where Robert F. Kennedy got shot at), or some other fancy mid- twentieth century lounge. There was a person playing the piano with the visible strings being stuck by the keys, another dude with three different wind instruments (he even switched from a sax to a flute to another wind instrument during the same song) a drummer, Sevonne with the percussion and vocals, and Victor with the bass and lead vocals as well. This is something you would hear on KCRW during the Morning Becomes Eclectic show or in the evening with DJ Raul Campos. Man, that night felt like I was at the Dragonfly on Santa Monica Boulevard or the Five Star Bar in downtown LA again, just like old times. That performance gave me even much more respect to them than before. I wanted to spend the night there since it the roads started to get wet from the small rain, but I decided to head home after the atmosphere started to decreased. Major shoutout to Willam and Ginger Galvez for hosting the benefit celebration at their place. Another shoutout to Craters, Aftergloam, Carbon Stereo, Astral Jubilee and everyone that attended and also signed the 8x10s and contributed. Despite the performances, alot of people were emotional everytime they looked at the photos of Ashley as they're signing their names on it. Like I said, I only met her once. If I saw her and knew her more often, then I would've been just as emotional as everyone else closer to her was.
On Sunday, I went to my pops house to stay there for a few days. I watched a bit of the Lakers/Thunder game there since my favorite LA blogger/celebrity jeweler Ben Baller was celebrating his 40th birthday at the game on courtside inside Staples Center and getting some national exposure on TV. It was a fucking close game which each team exchanging leads. At the end, despite their decrease in wins than losses, the Lakers won again for the second game in a row at home, against one of the current best teams in the NBA in The Oklahoma City Thunder. Also, the jerseys that Kevin Durant, Russel Westbrook and the rest of the Thunder was wearing caught me by surprise. It was design with the words THUNDER on the left side and the jersey number on the top right side in dark navy and white instead of their regular blue/orange/yellow color scheme jersey. But that feeling of the Lakers winning that game was the same feeling from watching them four years ago during the back-to-back champion seasons. It just felt good (especially in Ben Baller's case) cause we haven't seen them win like this in a while. Laker fans and everyone else was talking about it on instagram and Twitter after the game. That probably the best way to end that weekend.
Instead of the term "Good things happen to bad people", I think it should be known as "Good things are given to emotionally deserved people". I hope the best for Ashley Davidson's family, as well as anyone that's working on another chance at whatever in life, be it repairing a broken relationship or replacing something that was lost. Thanks for time reading this.
So on Friday evening, I stopped by my good friend Frank's crib to catch up on each others lives. I haven't hung out with him in a about a month. I had to get some 8x10s of the late Ashley Davidson printed out from him (thanks again Frank) and then we just talked about basic stuff and this Sunday's Super Bowl. We saw a few Jack in The Box commercials cause coincidentally, I ate some Tacos from there earlier that day (I like Del Taco's selection better) and also, the Lakers kept the Utah Jazz under 100 points that night as the final score was 102-84, which meant that the fans in attendance at Staples Center received free Jack in The Box Tacos.
Hey, it was only a dollar I spent though, and the value of a One Dollar Note is no where compared to how valuable it was when I was in elementary school. That shit was so powerful then, that you make any kid on campus do anything for a buck, from having to get him to do your homework done, to standing upside-down while saying the Alphabet backwards, to getting another person's Lunchables and to having that girl you have a crush on sit next to you on a field trip to the La Brea Tarpits (think Love Don't Cost a Thing and Can't Buy Me Love, which are both the same movies). I'm talkin' growing up in the 90's here. Now sometime in the future, the one dollar bill is gonna be like what a penny and a nickel is right now. Just useless change.
On the subject of money, I went to the Power 106 studios in Burbank on Saturday for a financial seminar workshop there. When I was a kid, I used to always think that Power 106 was broadcasted somewhere out from Slauson Ave or anywhere in South Central Los Angeles since west coast Gangsta' Rap was what they normally played back in the day in the afternoons and evenings (they played house, trance and Latin Freestyle during the morning and mid day). This was when the Baka Boyz ran the morning show and when Big Boy replaced them, he was fat as fuck at the time. Now that station is not the way it was 18 years ago, as its switched from the real legit underground hip-hop and the gangsta rap 40oz drinkin' listeners, to the soft European dance club, electronic colorful, underage shit to the "Barack Kardashian" iPhone audience. I picked this over the Dodgers fan fest because 1.) I've haven't been inside a music radio station offices other than ESPN Deportes to pick out tickets for Fiesta Lakers in 2009 and 2) I didn't feel like going to be surrounded in line with a lot of Dodger fans and their families that day.
So I park right next to the building in a empty street with no parking sign in sight (unlike Downtown Burbank next to the mall) and then went inside. The security guard there escorted me to the elevator and told me to go to the specific floor (which I won't say on here for confidentiality reasons) on where the Power 106 offices are. After the elevator ride, I got on the right floor and then I went to the reception desk where some dude, who look like he was in a community college, was taking charge there. He opened the door for me and then led me to the conference room where the workshop was gonna be at. As I was walking, I saw several plaques and framed autographed posters hanging on the wall of different R&B singers and artists that visited the studio in the past.. I couldn't think of one off the top of my head that I saw but Mariah Carey was one of them. I got to the conference room and there were three women around my age, who work in the stations promotions department I believe, and a light skinned black guy in a suit. They were there to check people in for the seminar workshop. I thought there was gonna be a lot of people that would also show up, but I was told that a few several people came earlier and left, so it was just me and the staff there.
After I checked in, the bloke in the suit sat me down on a table. He gave me his business then ask me some questions about how my money managing skills is going and the jobs I've had in the past and everything. After I told them, he then gave me some financial advice and other basics of Economics that I was never though in high school, as well as why certain banks merge and how it affected those who have accounts in the said bank that was going to be bought out by another bank. I knew I had something like this coming to me on my way there, but I thought I was gonna be in that conference room with other recession-bitten undergrads listening to several people in suits on stage telling us not to spend money on sneakers and bottles at the club. But instead, I had a one-on-one discussion with a representative from Chase Bank telling me some motivational stuff, from his thoughts on the economy to the real reason why the recession happened, and to why out-spoken protesters switched from banks to credit unions two years ago during Occupy Wall Street. It woke me up for a bit as I stayed interested in what he had to say. I originally wanted to come here just to check out the Power 106 studios since I met and took photos of Yesi Ortiz, Luscious Liz, DJ JustinCredible, and other Power 106 personalities in the past, but damn, hearing all the inspirational information about finances, keeping a steady balance and a healthy budget was uplifting. I knew about how to work on a budget and all that shit, but this was like next level, push you to the top of the ride-type shit. Shoutout to Power 106 for making good use of my time.
As I left the studios and offices, I got into the car and saw that it was 12:30 PM. I had to be at my homeboy Elvis's brother's crib in Sun Valley for a Benefit Celebration for the late Ashley Davidson which started at 5PM according to the Facebook invite. I had a lot of time to kill, so I went to the Burbank library on Buena Vista Street and read Ebony Magazine and the Time Magazine "Person of the Year" from last year. I picked the latest issue of Ebony Magazine cause not only Black History Month is approaching, but it had rapper T.I and his wife Tameka "Tiny" Harris on the cover. The article about them discusses about all the shit that they went through during T.I.'s possession of illegal weapons and probation violations that landed him in jail a few years ago and their reality TV show on VH1. Also, T.I was one of my favorite rappers when I was graduating from high school in 2006 and I had his King album on Vinyl. I also went to his show he performed at the Key Club that MySpace hosted in 2008 before he got locked up, and it was there that I saw Rhianna (three months before Chris Brown fucked up her face and her mind over matter) and Kanye West for the very first time in person as surprise guests performers. Hell, even Kanye West performed and debuted a few tracks from his 808s and Heartbreak album as he just came fresh off a flight from recording that album in Hawaii on that day. Such a great-ass show. But getting back to T.I. and his wife, even though I'm not a fan of their show, I do respect his hustle (hence the name T.I. and Tiny: The Family Hustle) and seeing that his wife still has his back and support despite the arrests and other famous couples having short marriages. Another thing I noticed in that issue was that it had a section on how to manage your finances during this income tax season. It had the same info that I was told earlier from the Chase representative, but then again, it might be a tax season thing.
Soon afterwards, I left the library and hour later and decided to stop by my sisters house close by in North Hollywood to chill there or a bit until the benefit celebration stated. When I got there, they weren't home and I don't have a mobile phone yet to contact them. So I just parked my car in front of the crib and just walked around the neighborhood that I spent my childhood in. I was wearing a suit that day and I felt uncomfortable walking around a neighborhood in a suit, making fools think that I'm one of those door-to-door Christian pamphlet converters, which I didn't do cause I had no pamphlets. I walked to Dollar store there (one of the only few place where a Dollar bill is useful) to buy a pen for the benefit celebration and a cheeseburger from a McDonald's close by cause I didn't eat anything for the whole day, which is another reason while I stopped by my sisters so that I can something there. As I got back to the house an hour later, they still weren't home, so I sat in the car, ate my Cheeseburger and waited for a bit. I figured that my sisters were coming back from church or something. Finally, at 3:00, I lost my patience and drove off to Sun Valley. I thought they would be home at the time, but apparently, they weren't.
I got to my friend's brother's house 10 minutes later, but unfortunately, I was too damn early. I even had to wait for awhile until they got home cause I remember them saying that they had to go to their daughter's performance at the Sunset Strip earlier in that day. I'm not gonna lie, I don't like showing up early to an event that's not photography related than I hate showing up late to an event, but I made good use of the time by playing soccer with their kids in the front lawn in my dress shoes (I didn't give a shit) and watched Batman Forever with them. Man, that movie was entertaining, minus the Val Kilmer/Nicole Kidman smooching "Kiss From a Rose" shit. I wish I saw it when it came out in theaters cause I remember that movie was hyped up back when I was in second grade, and I used to have the poster for it. Later on, more people slowly started to attend. I talked with them for a bit and then I brought out the 8x10s of Ashley I printed out and made everyone signed it.
As the night started to progress, everyone started to show up. I saw several people that I haven't seen in about a year or two and had some small talk conversations with them. These were people that I used to see and photograph at the shows and Nicole Stetter's house back in 2011. During the majority of the night, while everyone was outside talking, I was inside making sure everyone that attended (who knew Ashley very well) sign the 8x10s. The homegirl Julie Canizalez had some candles on display with another photo of Ashley on it. She was selling them and also she created a suggested donation jar so that the funds can go to Ashley's family. They're were about 20 candles and all of them were sold by the end of the night, which amazed me. What also amazed me more was that about $500 was raised in donations that night. I've been to fundraisers in the past were the most people raised was 50 bucks, but the amount made that night was tremendous, and again, it was going towards a good cause. The only time I stepped outside was when there was a performance. It was my first time seeing the homeboy Elvis perform with this band called Craters. They play very mellow rock music that you would likely hear in surf movies that was filmed at night. Makes you feel like you were feasting at Island's with a Hawaiian shirt on during a sunset. It was a fantastic performance. Then later on, Elvis other band Aftergloam performed, and I haven't seen them play in person in over a year. My homeboy Luis Sanchez is a new addition to the band and he's always been wanting me to see him perform in the past, which I never got the chance to except for that night. Great seeing them entertain the crowd while playing a selective set of new tracks that I've never heard before.
Then later on, the homies Victor Diaz and Sevonne Alossi band Astral Jubilee went up next. I never got a chance to see them perform, but WOW, their music.... I mean not just only the music, but their setup as well... damn, it was amazing. More than just dope in person. Some of their instruments that they had were vintage-looking instruments that you would've have to dig deep on eBay and Craigslist to find. Their smooth style of music feels like being inside the "Coconut Grove" nightclub in the old Ambassador Hotel (where Robert F. Kennedy got shot at), or some other fancy mid- twentieth century lounge. There was a person playing the piano with the visible strings being stuck by the keys, another dude with three different wind instruments (he even switched from a sax to a flute to another wind instrument during the same song) a drummer, Sevonne with the percussion and vocals, and Victor with the bass and lead vocals as well. This is something you would hear on KCRW during the Morning Becomes Eclectic show or in the evening with DJ Raul Campos. Man, that night felt like I was at the Dragonfly on Santa Monica Boulevard or the Five Star Bar in downtown LA again, just like old times. That performance gave me even much more respect to them than before. I wanted to spend the night there since it the roads started to get wet from the small rain, but I decided to head home after the atmosphere started to decreased. Major shoutout to Willam and Ginger Galvez for hosting the benefit celebration at their place. Another shoutout to Craters, Aftergloam, Carbon Stereo, Astral Jubilee and everyone that attended and also signed the 8x10s and contributed. Despite the performances, alot of people were emotional everytime they looked at the photos of Ashley as they're signing their names on it. Like I said, I only met her once. If I saw her and knew her more often, then I would've been just as emotional as everyone else closer to her was.
On Sunday, I went to my pops house to stay there for a few days. I watched a bit of the Lakers/Thunder game there since my favorite LA blogger/celebrity jeweler Ben Baller was celebrating his 40th birthday at the game on courtside inside Staples Center and getting some national exposure on TV. It was a fucking close game which each team exchanging leads. At the end, despite their decrease in wins than losses, the Lakers won again for the second game in a row at home, against one of the current best teams in the NBA in The Oklahoma City Thunder. Also, the jerseys that Kevin Durant, Russel Westbrook and the rest of the Thunder was wearing caught me by surprise. It was design with the words THUNDER on the left side and the jersey number on the top right side in dark navy and white instead of their regular blue/orange/yellow color scheme jersey. But that feeling of the Lakers winning that game was the same feeling from watching them four years ago during the back-to-back champion seasons. It just felt good (especially in Ben Baller's case) cause we haven't seen them win like this in a while. Laker fans and everyone else was talking about it on instagram and Twitter after the game. That probably the best way to end that weekend.
Instead of the term "Good things happen to bad people", I think it should be known as "Good things are given to emotionally deserved people". I hope the best for Ashley Davidson's family, as well as anyone that's working on another chance at whatever in life, be it repairing a broken relationship or replacing something that was lost. Thanks for time reading this.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
You're Only Live Once
First off, birthday shoutout to the homeboy Eric Jackson today. Very great person to get to known over the past two years. Here's a Christmas portrait I took of him and his family back in December 2009.
Thanks again to Eric, his brother Steven and his mother Teresa for letting photograph them during that holiday season.
As for me, last week sucked. Alot of fucking high speed pursuit chases in Los Angeles made the Grand Theft Auto video game series look like a sequel to Gone in Sixty Seconds taking place in the early 90's. There was one in The Valley in which the driver of a purple Chevy Avalance rollin' on dubs (not joking) disappered into someone's random backyard in the Pacoima/Arleta border, like he vanished or some shit cause the California Highway Patrol (not the LAPD since the chase started on the freeway) and the K-9 unit spent the rest of the evening looking for him and they still haven't found the next day, which was the 11th anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon in Washington D.C. Also on that day, there was another high speed chase. It had this fool parading the cops all over Los Angeles through Hollywood, the Westlake District and on Figueroa passing the Staples Center and LA Live. The pursuit finally ended when the suspect got out of his white mid 90's Honda Civic and got shot (still alive) by the Police.
The next high speed chase was by far WAY UNEXPECTED that the other two. A couple of blokes busted into a Bank Of America up in Canyon Country just north of Newhall in the Santa Clarita Valley. Then, like old school stereotypical Bonnie and Clyde shit from back in the day, the took the banks money (which is really other people's money from their savings accounts) and ran off with it. They then sped all the way in their Volvo XC 90 crossover SUV to South Central Los Angeles and did something that nobody in the history of the world would ever do and would never do again...
THEY MOTHERFUCKING MADE IT RAIN IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD BY TOSSING OUT HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS OF THE BANK'S MONEY OUT TO THE STREETS AND THAT SHIT GOT THE ENTIRE BLOCK OUTSIDE GOING CRAZY!!!!
Now this would be legal if it was their OWN money being thrown away, but since it was the banks and being in other people's accounts, it wasn't legal, which is why the cops were telling everyone in the hood to return the money back to them. It makes sense, but that would be impossible because I assume that most people were already getting set to purchase the new iPhone 5 that was just announced by Apple on that same day. Switching gears to the iPhone 5, that device looks cool. A bigger 4 inch screen and the back is no longer made of glass but with a aluminum finish instead, along with its new A6 processor and the option to use 4G LTE next generation cellular networking which they claim its downloads faster data while using the internet on it. I'm gonna wait till I play with this device so that I can express my full thoughts on it. Right now there are people in New York City who are actually giving up a week of their lives by camping out in front of the 5th Avenue Apple store (the one with the big-ass glass cube that never closes) so that they can be the first ones to cop the iPhone 5. I don't blame them since the pre-order sale last Friday sold out faster than this years Coachella tickets. Very high demand for this device, and Samsung is even playing along, I guess.
The only good thing I did this weekend was driving through Mulholland Drive for some inspiration and clear thinking and I copped myself a couple of vinyls from the 1980's that are out-of-print and extremely hard to find in CD format, as well as a new Primitive t-shirt for the little sister that I'd promised her before her trip to Nigeria over the summer and a lot of stickers. (thanks Ashley and the blokes at Amoeba Records)
The vinyls are Secret Rendezvous by Cindy Valentine, Strange Language from Romeo Void's lead vocalist Debora Iyall, and a recorded interview of Filipino-American artist Eleanor Academia with some of her songs. I got that record because I couldn't find her Jungle Wave album that I was actually looking for, but this record was good with the interviews. I tired to find Wall Of VooDoo's Call Of The West album, but I was surprised that Amoeba Records didn't have it, since it was as common as the other 3 records I bought. So I went to Freak Beat Records, which is my backup spot in Sherman Oaks, and they actually had it, but it was the very last one and I bought it anyways. Thanks again to Freak Beat for reserving that album.
By the way, I finally sold the T-Mobile G2 to the little brother over the week, so for those who stay in touch with me on instagram (@justforsneaks07), I won't be uploading that much photos on there that much for the time being, but I'll still be checking and lurking on it thanks to Statigram.com, where you can view a stream of your instagram feed on your computer. What more worse was that they money I got from my phone ($75) was all blown on fuel for the brother's whip and a bunch of magazines for my pops new coffee table, several handsoaps from Bath And Body Works in Porter Ranch (thank you Jackie for the customer service) and other expensive high performance cleaning shit for the two parties he threw at his house. Hey, it happens and I'm already used to it.
Finally, I checked out the replay of the Season premiere of Saturday Night Live with Seth MacFarlane as the host and Frank Ocean as the musical guest this morning (I didn't see his performance cause I was upset from USC's loss to Stanford and I went to bed early, and the replay cut off the performances). That episode was funny. It had me laughing and MacFarlane was doing a number of voices throughout the show. It would've more interesting and a lot funnier if he hosted around 2005, when Family Guy was back in production and the debut of his other show American Dad. By the way, I once spoke to him on the phone before. I was working at the Apple Store 4 years ago when I was ringing up this lady and she told me to give her a discount since she was Seth MacFarlane's sister. I didn't believe her at first until she whipped out her cell phone and made me speak to her brother, which was really him. Dude did some voices from his show and told me about The Cleveland Show he was working on just a year before everyone else knew about it. After that, I gave the lady her discount.
Alright, time to survive through another hot-ass week in the Valley and to start looking into my homegirl Vanessa Cuenca's birthday party gathering in Downtown LA this Friday. Haven't seen her in over a year and she's one of the realest persons around my age to talk to about current events and other real stuff. Thanks for your time reading this.
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