1 At the end of the event Larry Solters introduced me to three chubby women in the neighborhood of forty.  They were not dressed in finery, they were not beneficiaries of Georgette Klinger pampering.  Rather these females were the proprietors of eaglesfans.com. Based on Austin, they’d come to L.A. just for this show. I didn’t […]

Did you read that story about Pirate Bay in the new "Vanity Fair"? Don’t ask me to defend the rag, I believe fashion is for airheads, yet I continue to subscribe for the one or two, or maybe three or four, articles a year that are in-depth the way "Rolling Stone" used to be about […]

They’d better not play a fucking medley. Last year, I don’t think I even fast-forwarded through the Grammy telecast.  Why?  Just a bunch of self-congratulatory poseurs involved in a circle jerk, trying to make themselves feel good, trying to raise the revenues of a dying industry. But this year I’m gonna watch the show.  To […]

You don’t fuck with John Lennon. During the Super Bowl, Felice’s 18 year old nephew and his UCLA buddy asked me what topic I was going to discuss on KLSX later that night. I asked them for suggestions. Blake said "THE iPHONE!" Digging deeper, I found that both had spent nearly two hours watching Jobs’ […]