Ruling The F%#k Out Of Los Angeles

Yesterday I flew from scenic Eugene, Oregon to Los Angeles (with a super quick layover in San Francisco) and am now- as you can probably guess- ruling the fuck out of this place as I pretty much always do when I come here. I am doing two shows here this week of the Explosion variety so I am just gearing up for that at the moment. Other than that I am pretty much setting my sights on eating and stuff.

Last night I met my friend Gerry for dinner at a place called Piriya on Riverside in the Valley. It’s Gerry’s favorite place to get Thai curry. He’s usually right about this sort of thing and last night was no different. We had chicken skewers of some sort with peanut sauce as an appetizer and then had chicken with red curry and tofu with yellow curry for the main event. It pretty much ruled and was exactly what I needed after three days of debilitating gastrointestinal problems. I feel like I may be back on top (I will keep you posted). I meant to take a picture of all our food when it came out but I forgot so the picture above is of our plates when we were all done. As you can see, I didn’t finish all my rice, which is a part of my new low-carb approach to life. I am going to be a seriously lean motherfucker any day now. I can feel it. Actually, to be honest, I was just stuffed and couldn’t finish.

As far as getting around L.A. during my stay here goes, I Pricelined (yes, I know I am lame for just using that word as a verb in print) a car and got pretty much burned, as you can see from the photo above. The car I ended up with is a Chevy Aveso (I think), which is totally pictured above. It’s one of those cars you never see anywhere ever unless you try to bid $15 a day for a rental car and then totally end up pulling away with a Chevy Aveso. It’s pretty much a go-cart. If I run into even a garbage can or something it’s over for me I’m guessing. Fortunately, I have no pride or shame or any of those other things that might stop a person from driving a car like this so I’m sure I’ll do just fine. I do wish it had a CD player though so I could at least jam one of the sweet mix CDs I usually like to make for myself when I’m out here ruling this place. There’s a good radio station here though (I forget what it’s called but I think it’s 103.1 or very near that on the radio dial) on which Steve Jones from the Sex Pistols seems to be the DJ every time I turn it on. They play consistently good-to-great tunes the whole time so I can’t complain.

As for the rest of the day, I imagine I will have some sort of power lunch or another followed by an even more powerful dinner with all sorts of power conference calls in between. If things slow down at some point I imagine I will just go hang out with Lemmy or something. That’s just how it goes when I’m in this town and ruling the fuck out of this place.

Dave Hill