“Never get laid”.
A lyric courtesy of The Bears (http://youtu.be/TqVwlRBd0cM) the ultimate power pop band you’re never heard.
It’s a fitting description of my weekend. Wife and daughter out of town and with the new site up I was going to power through a bunch of work on the record and post some clips, but I got a head cold instead. Not very inspirational.
Instead, I’ve spent the weekend doing the following:
Obsessing with my Father’s Day gift, Apple TV + Netflix. Currently playing, “Wet Hot American Summer” with Louie C.K.’s “Chewed Up” (for the millionth time) in the queue.
Spoiling my dog Louie. Piece of steak for me. Piece of steak for you.
Mourning the loss of Ryan Dunn from Jackass. My Mom used to tell me how my Dad was obsessed with the Three Stooges, so maybe it’s a guy thing, a Zevon thing, I guess we like seeing people get hurt. After my parents died, the first thing that made me laugh out loud was Jackass 2. So Jackass isn’t just my guilty pleasure, I actually have a soft spot for it. Watching Bam Margera cry over the loss of his best friend. So sad. My heart goes out to his family’s and friends.
Listened to new albums: Adele, Foo Fighters, Beastie Boys.
Watching videos from the new Lonely Island album (http://youtu.be/N24fVEJyQKM). “Mutha fucka got horse blood. What y’all got?”
Worked on lyrics for “Wrecking Ball”
I was the man with the master plan
Built an empire on a bed of sand
Until the tide came in
And with a single swell it went straight to hell
Five feet from the cage
Please don’t feed the ego
Born to fits of rage and it can swallow you whole
Until there’s nothing left
When it starts to inflate it won’t discriminate
One day I was on a plane claiming excess baggage
A burdened beast, best believe you’ll never sooth this savage
Too old to be tamed
Too set in its ways
We’ll slice it and dice it down to every detail
So we can try to make sense of it all
I know you’ve got a good grip on all of your shit
But take and whiff and throw it back in the stall
Pack up your high hat, your ties and your tales
Because we’re going to the Wrecking Ball
And from the rubble you can build what you want
So with the dawn of a new week and a crap-load of chewable vitamin C (why do they have to make them so sour??) I hope to embark on a more productive week.