Panic on the streets of HOLLYWOOD

Today is superbowl day. HAPPY SUPERBOWL.

The past couple of days have been quite surreal in a way. Thursday we went to The Roxy to see Peter, Bjorn and John from Sweden who were really good. They played "Young Folks" at the end and all i could think of was Martys 21st(Sorry Mart i didn't get their autographs).

Friday night we went to see Morrissey in Pasadena courtesy of free ticks from Bill Silva(thanks Bill). This was awesome.I had never seen Morrissey live before, HE WAS AMAZING. Firstly he opened with "Panic", holy shit, i almost blew. He continued to play about 6 Smiths songs(including "girlfriend in a coma", "william" and "how soon is now?")and all of his solo classics. He also took his shirt off not once, not twice BUT THREE TIMES. This was hilarious, Dom may have got a boner(?). Another thing worth noting is that his fanbase is predominantly Latino, i would say out of the few thousand people in the audience atleast 90% of them were Latino. I later found out that Morrissey is a phenomenon in the Latino community. Cool huh.

Saturday we did some second unit shooting for the documentary, we went to Warners and Santa Monica to shoot outside of labels like Geffen, Interscope and Columbia. We then headed into Santa Monica to do some shopping, i went to the GAP haha. Anyway while i was buying some other stuff i get a phone call from an unknown number, the person on the other end introduces himself as Tim Armstrong from Rancid. FUCK. This is kinda crazy and i can't concentrate with the sales clerk and the purchasing of my goods. Anyway we get talking and Tim is a dude, he invites me to hang out with him and really wants to help out with the film. Sweet. We arrange a time to speak at a later date for the film. I tell Matt Wardle that Tim Armstrong just called me and he starts laughing, we're both big Rancid fans. On the way back to our house, Tim calls again to exchange email addresses and we talk some more about the film. I really like Tim(first name basis).

Saturday night we are heading 3 hours south to San Diego to see our friends Limbeck play at a college. Adrian, all around good guy and manager of the band picks us up and drives us down to the show in his sweet new Volvo. We finally arrive and catch up with the Limbecks and they play a great show, the show they are playing is a benefit for peace in the middle east or something but the funny thing is that on the poster it says Limbeck and surrounding it are stars of david haha.

After the show we meet up with Jordan and Chris, who are friends with Adrian. Jordan sings in the band New Found Glory and Chris works for his manager Rick Devoe, and looks after Angels and Airwaves. We are meant to goto this bar called Yardhouse but Jordan leaves his ID at home and can't get in so we opt for "The Local" instead. It's not bad and thanks to Adrians expense account(he works for Geffen, who New Found Glory are signed too) we have a good time. Thanks David Geffen. Turns out Jordan knows a bunch of people in Australia that i know quite well. Hello Katie. Hello Mel. He even knew Joel from Kisschasy. Hello Joel. We leave around midnight for the trek back to LA, i get home, pop 2 pain killers and pass out watching the NBA. Oh my new hobby is popping 2 pills and watching the basketball, it's the highlight of my night.

And today is SUPERBOWL. The Bears and Colts are playing. We don't know shit about either team and have 2 parties we have been invited too. Not sure which one we'll get too. I'll have photos up soon. Might goto LAX tonight, it's a club on Hollywood, meant to be good - Steve says we can get in if we say we're buddies with him. Thanks Steve.

Shower time ;)