for all the griping today about how this book was a waste of time, i would like to revise my complaint to say that it wasn’t a total waste of time, just that it could’ve benefitted from some further editing-like how kevin smith‘s dogma was good, it just didn’t need to be three hours long (and alanis morisette didn’t really need to be god). i was reminded of how exciting a musical time the early ’90s was-and how much i did love pearl jam, nirvana, and the chili peppers in the moment that segued into my pre-hip hop era. but music is what religion should be, and genres are just different denominations. see what brilliance comes to me on the ice rink-the place that seems to work in opposition to the natural state of entropy? yep-that’s canadian sexy-rude boys wining on tiny blades of ice.
“I wasn’t mimicking hockey players or people from Canada, it was just my idea of a punk-rock haircut. It was probably inspired by David Bowie and his Pinups era, but it wasn’t flaming red, and I didn’t have the standing-up thing in the front, I had bangs. To people at UCLA, it was abominable. Even my friends were freaked out by it. But Mike approved. He always said that one of my greatest accomplishments was that I had invented the mullet.” (88)
“Although Hillel and Flea were initially skeptical, since I wasn’t a singer, Gary had recognized my potential as a performer, mainly from my maniacal cavorting on the dance floor at various clubs around town. We decided to put together something, and it instantly became clear to me, thanks to Grandmaster Flash, that I didn’t have to sing a song, I could go out there and rap a poem.” (104)
“He was working at a bookstore when we met him, probably for minimum wage, but his job became a great source of income for us because they bought used books. Flea and I would go out and heist books from personal collections or libraries. A stack of books meant ten dollars and ten dollars meant we could buy drugs and shoot them and get high. We’d usually buy coke, which was a bad drug to be doing when you didn’t have a lot of money, because the minute it’s gone, you want more.” (119)
the photos are all out of order, it’s hard to keep track of the girls and the drug-related crises, and the dalai lama made him promise to answer the beastie boys‘ call to perform if it ever happened (it did). go figure. when i saw the dalai lama in vancouver, he presented 3/4 of his lecture through an interpreter, and finished off the last quarter in his own immaculate english. jokers everywhere-i love it.