Encounters With Celebrities/ Steven Tyler

This encounter was one of the most interesting ones.... simply because of the way it occurred. I was working for a non-profit group and my job was to solicit signatures to put an initiative on the ballot.... which was successful. I was standing on Santa Monica Boulevard in West Hollywood when a Lincoln Town car pulls up behind me and I see a lot of hair as well as a cigar so I thought that it might be a woman smoking a cigar.

The person walks towards me and stands in front of me while completely ignoring me which was funny because I was just a few inches away from Steven Tyler.... but the reason why he was doing so was because he was busy listening to an aged homeless woman singing a song. She wasn't that bad and she didn't look dirty or anything like that. I was just standing there bewildered because I wanted him to sign the initiative sheet so that I could get paid. Solicitors get paid per signature if they are registered to vote and if they are not then you have to register them.

He ended up giving her a hundred dollars after hearing her and then just walked away. I thought to myself that it was funny because of the fact that he was completely ignoring me while standing in front of me. These two girls then ran up to me to ask me if it was him and I said.... yes. They were elated.... and I could imagine why. He's one of the most prolific rock stars out there.....yes... he still is. Rock stars are people who take it to the max in my opinion. That means doing the drugs and drinking the alcohol.

Rock stars are generally express angst and vent by using those substances. I admire that because it shows that they think outside of the box. The drugs and alcohol may destroy them but some of them do or did survive. It always amazes me when that charisma can lead to successful sales of an album and record concert box-office ticket sales. Pop stars are different. They are more emotional and expressive.... and yes... he still smokes cigars after the throat cancer.

Encounters With Celebrities

There was this one time a few years ago in the Max Protech gallery in Chelsea when I was exiting and this woman with a man walks in. The woman looked perculiar because she had on a wig and oversized sunglasses that you wear over your glasses..... but she had this gorgeous oversized calf-skin purse which the guy was also carrying on his shoulder. The woman's height only reached my shoulder and as she walked in was when she looked at me then the gallery exhibit before quickly exiting but when the guy who was massively tall smiled at me was when I figured out that it was Madonna.

It was one of those moments that when you had to do a double-take. I'm a big fan of Madonna.... but it was a bit late to say hi to her when I figured out who she was. I'm amazed at how celebrities appear in person after seeing them for the first time. It's amazing how technology can make a person appear on a screen. The disguise might've been clever but I was still able to figure out who she was. How many people walk around with a wig on their head and oversized sunglasses while wearing an oversized calf-skin purse? New York City is a vibrant place while it is expensive and the encounters that a person could have are spaztic to say the least.

Encounters With Celebrities

What intrigued me about meeting Rosario Dawson is the fact that she seemed interested in me. What did she see in me? That was a thought that crossed my mind as well as the thought that she might just be a person who smiles at everybody... but I guess it was the way she looked at me that made me feel that she might have been interested. I don't usually meet a woman before in that way because I'm the one who is looking at the woman..... and women don't seem to like that.... for some reason.... or do they?

What fascinates me about women is their mysterious nature. A guy wonders what that woman is thinking about as he's watching her from near or far. I've approached women before and have gotten to know them through my charm but when the woman is the one who approaches me is when I'm captivated by her because it makes me wonder. I look at myself in the mirror and see what I know.... but what if someone else saw something in you that you don't know about yourself?

I have been swept off my feet by a woman twice.... because they saw something that they wanted... and.. they got it. There were also instances when I would be walking down the street while a woman would be coming my way and we would just start french kissing after we've looked at each other in the eyes. I love gazing into a woman's eyes. That's happened to me twice. I don't understand those experiences at all but I guess it was a romantic explosion of sorts.... similar to two stars colliding. I cherish those moments and keep them in my mind.....

Encounters With Celebrities

There was one time when I was walking down the street a few years ago in New York City as I was on my way to fashion school and I felt someone looking at me. I could just feel their eyes piercing through me and that compelled me to look back at them. What I saw was a woman who was a bit taller than me with huge brown eyes and a big smile. She had curly hair and was carrying a gigantic cup of Starbucks coffee..... but I did not recognize who she was immediately.

I thought that she could've been someone with whom I went to school so I asked her what her name was and she said 'Rosario'. That's when I realized that she was Rosario Dawson..... but I acted normally and kept a conversation with her for about fifteen minutes. We mostly talked about fashion and she was telling me about the fashion shows in Paris. At the time when I met her was when I went to fashion school for..... just.... two weeks. I wanted to become a fashion designer but decided against it.

I think about that encounter now and think about how natural the conversation was.... but what was funny about meeting her was that I didn't recognize her at first and then acted subtly when I did. It's interesting when a person can feel another person who is watching them. What's that about? 

Abandonment

I thought that I might write about something different today because it crossed my mind. I asked myself and another person if someone is more likely to be successful with family support. I also thought about what happens to someone who doesn't have that kind of support. I've encountered people in my life who clearly do not have support and need it.... but I've also encountered people who do. The people who do seem to be happier..... but what transpired in my mind is the fact that people are disengaging themselves with other people.

I feel that I will become successful whether I get the support or not because I'm a persistent person. I tend to ignore the ills of society..... even though the ills are visible.... but I also make an attempt to shy away from becoming ignorant. My attitude is that if one person is not willing to help then another person is. When one door closes then another one does. Some of the most successful people were rejected beforehand. How would I define my success? It would be when I am able to get whatever it is that I want when I want it.

Success.... of course.... is defined differently with other people. The ultimate reward is when someone else or other people can call you successful. I do have my moments of doubt because.... what would happen if there was a major blackout or earthquake that would cause people to turn to each other? It would most certainly feel awkward to do so during a disaster because of what I see on a daily basis. I always avoid anger and confrontation but what I realize is that maybe those people who exhibit those emotions do so because they are afraid.

What I do is always understand what I'm feeling as to not fall into an abyss. I can only imagine how some people feel... it must be like swimming through the deepest waters of the earth. I guess that I'm writing this as an expression of slight concern about what I see in modern society..... but it's not like it hasn't happened in the past. History depicts the nature of people through time..... and how poverty is dealt with as well as viewed..... so I look at what has changed...... which... uh.... well..... our lives are definitely simpler. I do think that the human race is progressing..... but..... well.... I'll leave that up to the person to decide. I've made my decisions about it.

Celebrity Encounters

I've had quite a few celebrity encounters.... but the biggest one was the encounter with Michael Jackson. It was in an autograph signing and I had found out about it by accident. It was a year after I had to quit my job with Sony Music Studios to focus on my relationship and I decided to attend the event despite the fact that I don't normally go to events like that. It was brutal at first because of the weather which was about thirty degrees and people had to wait in line for a long time. I started waiting in line at two o'clock in the morning.

People were singing and dancing to keep warm. I wore a heavy coat and just watched people. Some of Michael Jackson's fans are some of the most maniacal that I've ever seen and it was quite entertaining to watch. The morning had come and his bodyguards showed up to hand out tickets but people were bum-rushing the line at the last minute. I still got my ticket anyway. I then purchased his new album that he was to sign and came back a few hours later.

They shut down the store for him and people were screaming. Television news outlets were present and Carson Daly was booed as he was leaving the store.... for some reason.... after interviewing Michael Jackson. I saw this one woman who was pulling out her hair while I was waiting in line..... which is just insane..... isn't it? People then had to go down an escalator and there he was at a desk. I felt nervous but was tired so I didn't exactly feel it. Sony Music representatives were seated at another desk in the corner of the store as they were watching the fans and Michael Jackson's interaction with them. It seemed more like an orchestrated circus.

One of the things that struck me was the fact that there were two sets of twins helping Michael Jackson out. There were two twin females and two twin males. How strange is that? The bodyguards were impeccably dressed in two-piece suits and they were physically elegant. A person would have to be in top physical shape to do a job like that where there are hundreds of people to watch. You never know what a fan might do. So..... there I was in front of Michael Jackson and at first I could look at him while he had his eyes on the album but then when he looked up to look at me was when I put my head downward so that all he could see was my forehead.

I couldn't look at him in the eyes.... I guess that I was shy about it or something. So.... that's one encounter. I'll write about another one tomorrow.

I missed a day.... but that's okay. I was walking around town yesterday.... and meeting people. I'm the type of person that could go up to people and say the craziest things. I also make faces at people. I would love to go to clown school. That's a profession that I would definitely consider.... or a job where I would make babies cry on cue in films by making faces at them. I've made a baby cry once by making a face. I guess they get scared. Dogs are like that too.

Today is when I asked these people who were leaving Warner Brothers studios to put me in a movie out of the blue. One of them was a producer! They just laughed...... but I would love to be in a movie or two. I was cast once in a music video.... but couldn't make the shoot. Guess who they cast instead.... at the last minute.... for my part? They cast Luis Guzman! How cool is that?! For those of you who don't know who he is.... just google him! Anyway.... tomorrow is when I will post stories of my celebrity encounters. I love meeting celebrities..... especially the ones who have accomplished so much. They're the inspiring ones.

I haven't written in this blog for a bit... but I thought that I'd give it another go. It's been about 5 years and I've lived alot since my last post. I feel that I've gained so much...... and have lost nothing besides my cellphone as well as my identification recently... which I have replaced.... of course. I've also gained insight into what projects that I want to work on. I'm creating art and I'm going to self-publish a book of poetry...... to see if a publishing company will pick it up. I'm excited about all this new technology that's coming out and can't wait until I can get an iPad 2. They are marvelous machines.

There's alot of turmoil going on around the world thus far but I feel as if things will be just fine. Every now and then is when things go awry..... I guess that it's just nature at work. I've met alot of people since my last post.... of course.. and hopefully some of those people will be people with whom I'll be working with in some way or another. I also might be getting a non-paying job of reviewing movies and concerts.... which would be awesome because it'll allow me to meet people who are in those fields. I have had amazing jobs in the past. One of them was working for Sony Music Studios. On the first night of training was when my boss revealed to me that Michael Jackson was scheduled to record there and that my job would be to accommodate him.

My reaction was subtle...... and I didn't think anything of it back then...... because I felt that it was a job..... but I was set on doing the best. They had hired me because of my previous experience as a room service attendant in a Beverly Hills hotel that was on Rodeo Drive. I got that job when I was 19 and it was physically demanding because I had to carry the tray of food up above my head. I loved every minute of that job...... even though I was not getting tipped. I had the shitty morning shift which started at six o'clock in the morning and went on until eleven o'clock in the afternoon. I guess the morning guests were grumpy.

I did have a conversation with a CEO of a major record label who was in the elevator with me as we were going up to the penthouse. That was cool. That whole experience gave me insight into how the well-to-do live...... and it ain't bad...... it is awesome. I wouldn't mind living poor..... because I feel that I don't need alot..... but I wouldn't mind having those...... essential items that enhance life...... like a Lotus sports car....... and a couple of pairs of John Varvatos shoes. Chances are that I will not be living poor because I'm somebody who gets what I want and somebody who is persistent.

After a few days of fuming, I'm back. There's this dude that, at first, liked what I was writing, then started to freak because he (or she) didn't like what I was writing. My conclusion: It was some sick fuck who felt good about him/herself after reading my blog, thinking, ' Wow, my life is better than his.'.


Sometimes, people will gain self-esteem from putting other people down mentally or physically. That's pretty fucken sick. I totally avoid people like that, you know what I mean?

My birthday is in a week and a half and I'm going to celebrate at various clubs around the world. Yeah, right. I am going to go to this place I go to every Monday night for karoeke. Stacey Q is performing that night. I'm going to try and make it to the Rainbow Bar and Grill and Key Club. Both clubs have rock and roll themed parties.


Rock and Roll is back. Joan Jett and the Blackhearts have released a new album and it rocks. There are a couple of new bands out there that are really promising. I hope to get on their street team (maybe for some free crack).


The movie Superman Returns comes out tommorrow. Yeah. I can't wait to see it. It should be good. Marlon Brando, via a ghost, is in it.


I'm not really going to blog about my shitty experiences in an alleyway anymore, there's no point. People don't care. I wake up every morning counting down the days I can get General Relief assistance but I may just go to Seattle. People in L.A. are full of shit.


I have'nt seen my friend around, the guy I wrote about earlier who plays guitar but is homeless.
Maybe, he found a place to stay. If me and him can get together, then we could rock and roll.


Axl Rose was arrested in Sweden after getting into a fight with a security guard in a hotel bar. Yeah. He's living the life. He might be drinking just a tad bit too much but as a person, he's true to himself. Read the book titled Appetite for Destruction written by Danny Sugerman. That's what I've been reading lately. It's about the band and how they got together. Axl Rose was a bad ass back then as well. I think now he's really fucken angry.

I don't have much time but I thought I would mention a gallery I came across on Robertson Boulevard a couple of weeks ago. It's called the Jonathan Kent gallery. The dude asked me to take a picture of a couple of people standing in his gallery and I obliged. As I was taking the picture, I said, ' Okay, now everyone say "cocaine". Little did I know, one of the people I took the picture of was a sergeant over at the West Hollywood sheriff's station. Woops.


Anyway, he (Jonathan Kent) is a really nice guy. He's 71 and has never drank alcohol in his life. Next to the picture I took, is a picture of Lindsay Lohan.

I met this dude last night who is a computer freak. I told him I had a problem putting Google's Ad's on this blog, he said that is was weird. It is strange. Here's the...aw...forget it...I can't find it. I was going to show you the email Google sent me. It is strange that a website with a gossip oriented theme gets ads but a blog with a...well...it's just about me really, still...well, I just don't understand.


I always feel I'm two steps behind. In my mind I'm two steps ahead, always filled with ideas but no way for them to materialize.


Anyway, yawn, I'm going to get some coffee.

I'm posting yet another entry. It's only because this particular computer (which slow as hell) is available at the express 10 minute limit section of computer internet consoles. After checking my email, I have learned of two new comments! This is getting exciting! Imagine what I could do if I actually had a laptop computer.


Please take to heart, none of my opinions are not directed towards anybody commenting or anyone else in particular, for that matter. I did not mention anyone who commented. Hello! These are opinions I've posted from what I've observed. We are living in a very dangerous, self-destructive age. It is only right that I preserve myself. Nothing makes sense. Do you know why? Well, it's because no one makes the effort (please refer to the "unleash the power" entry). If you feel suppressed, your going to act it. That's all I'm saying. Wankers!


If people made the effort to be more diplomatic, then perhaps people living poor, wouldn't actually mind living poor, right?! Have you ever thought about that way? I don't mind living on $2,000 a month ($25,000 a year, roughly). I should, though, have the same anemities as someone who makes more. What that means is, though my apartment may be simpler, it should have descent plumbing and...well, you know what the hell I mean. That's quality of life.


Some people do not get enough sleep, do too much fucken drugs or drink too much alcohol and yet they are getting six figure salaries. The same would go for someone who makes next to nothing. Here's the difference: Leaders and followers; they'll always be around. As long as I keep my perspective, I'm going to lead.


You, the reader, should understand and try to learn from this blog, it has a lot of insight. By the way, I've sent an email to Google Ads about their selection process. Apparently, they love gossip, so send them an email expressing your interest to see ads posted on this blog. Maybe, as I've planned when first started this blog out, I can prosper from this particular art, just like everyone else. If they can do it, so can I.

I just ate in a soup kitchen. The food was mediocre. Oh, do I detect some cynicism here. I bet someone reading this is saying to themselves, 'He's gotta be satifisfied with what he's got.'. Until that mentality changes, we are never going to solve the homeless problem. Until we come up with concrete solutions and stop being passive, you're going to end up on the street too. Hello!


I certainly hope, whoever is reading this blog, is enjoying it. Yeah, the people with connections are going to make money but so am I, with your help. It doesn't happen with magic. It takes effort. Donate something (preferably money) or write a letter to your congressman. I'm doing my part by reporting what I see, that's the purpose of this blog, to give you, the reader, insight.


If you don't do something now, real estate developers will buy your property from your landlord if it is rented. If you own it, the bank will foreclose on the property unless you get a fixed rate or refinance. So, don't comment by saying it's too bad, do something about it.


If you like my blog, tell other people about it. Maybe they might want to donate something. I do have a wishlist. I also need a really good guitar and amp, with rehearsal space. Why should these other bloggers reap the benefits of posting online?

Wanker

If you read the comment posted yesterday, you'll get the sense of what some of the people in this country are thinking right now. If you want to think that way, by all means, go right ahead, I'm not going to stop you but I'll tell you one thing, you guys need some prozac.


Depression has lead this country into a serious funk. People just don't know how to rock out anymore and if you think I'm going to say to myself, 'Oh, well, the rich will get all the money.', your dead wrong. It's one thing to be aware of it and another to accept it. That's pure martyrdom. That's sick. You might as well whip yourself until you bleed, freak.


What I don't appreciate is people reading my blog without a sense of purpose. I don't want people who feel there's nothing you can do. Why? How the hell are you going to help me, then? There are talented people out there and you could write to your congressman to stop real estate development firms from purchasing certain buildings deemed rent-controlled, right? Or, you could go to a city council meeting and tell people about this blog and give them a reason why it's unique.


Maybe they'll get the fucken message. Don't you see, people, what's going on? Are you just going to sit there and mope? If you are, don't bring me down with you. You're just going to lose in the end.

Not Fair

Alright, I'll try to lessen the foul language but fuck, I've just viewed some other blogs and these people are making fucking thousands of dollars a month in advertising revenue. They're all just fucken trashy gossip blogs with pictures of Paris Hilton dancing and smoking a cigarette in a fucken club. This sucks. That's not fair. I'll bet some fucken rich dude started that website and reaps all the benefits because he has all the right connections to all the parties.


In the meantime, I've got this blog, writing about sleeping on a fucken couch in an alleyway, getting arrested by cops for nothing and going to soup kitchens. No wonder nobody reads this blog. No wonder Google Ads turned me down. Who wants to read this shit?

Invisible Enemy

Hey guys, it's a terrific day today. I saw three movies this weekend. Nacho Libre, starring Jack Black, about a priest who becomes a wrestler to raise money for the orphanage. There's a lot of satire in this movie. It pokes fun at religion. Good for them. The other one was RV, starring Robin Williams. It's about a guy who takes family on vacation in an RV. It's hilarious, there's a lot of poo-poo and pee-pee jokes. Last but not least, is Garfield 2, A Tale of Two Kitties. It stars Bill Murray as Garfield and is a fun-filled family movie. Good for them.


On a more serious note, I have read an article in a weekly newspaper about the federal consent decree. It is designed to reform local law agencies and was instilled after an incident with a man and the police. Sort of like that Rodney King incident. The only thing is, it's not being followed. The police have a database and are allowed to arrest anyone they deem suspicious of gang activity or terrorism. So much for that, what the hell is that all about.


No one is charged with heading the department that puts out this database, so it's kind of like Al Queda. It's invisible! You can't see it or touch it. Like God. Something that exists but in only in your mind. This department is funded by the public through the state attorney general's office. They mostly target gang members but pretty much look for anybody, so homeless people are susceptible.


So much for rehabilitation. Anyway, I had the honor of meeting the new singer of the Doors Friday night! His name is Alan. He is recording with the band in Burbank, I think. He was gracious enough invite me to his table with his girlfriend. MMMM. No, nothing happened but he's met Axl Rose. How cool is that? He says that Axl Rose is a quiet guy in person. I can imagine.

The Sky's The Limit

Have you ever heard that saying? You would need a rocket to go further, preferably fueled with sugar. My friend is in town from Orlando, Florida. I'm going to meet with him. I have another friend who just won an award and a prize for his film, the catch is the money can only be used for post-production. Too bad. It would've been one hell of a party, $130,000.


Now that the weather is fair, everyone seems to be in a "good" mood. Well, gosh, I guess that means people will be "nice" to each other. Fuck off, freaks. If you can't be nice on a foggy day, don't be nice at all. Do everyone else a favor with emotional intelligence, jump off a bridge or take some prozac, I did, it did wonders for me. Besides, have you ever heard of common courtesy? Have heard the term "no worries"? I'm sick of those sorority skanky hoes in flip-flops saying that, it annoys the fuck out of me. Goddamn neo-hippies and peace-mongerers. Is there anything better to do than put two fingers up and smoke pot? Or anything else for that matter, that's illegal?


I read in the paper today, the city of Los Angeles will finally be taking action against firms that push tenants out of rent-controlled buildings. Finally? What the fuck were they waiting for? Zombies to gather outside cityhall to eat their flesh? Dum fucks. After six years of this gentrification bullshit, people are starting to realize poor people are the one's getting thrown out on to the streets.


It's about time we get out of this zombie mode we're in (it is fear, which paralyzes people) and get to work on some goddamn (no, I'm not going to hell using that term) issues here. There was, for a while, a trend going on. Buildings torn down, buildings going up. What opens up near those buildings? Starbucks. Or one of those other pathetic franchises stuck in the same building (if you notice, there usually a security guard not too far away). Corporate fare at it's finest.


We need to snap out of it. Shake it off, whatever evil thought that's on the back of people's minds. Stop being stuck on stupid. You know what I'm talking about. Reprogram yourself.


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"Crazy Thing To Do Today" thought: Buy all the tickets for one movie showing and sit there, watching the movie alone, while someone blows you off. Ha-Ha.

Dogs and Cats

I like writing because when you write, you can have fun. One of the ways of having fun is with words, which is what I do. Anybody reading this blog can interpret what they read any way they want, it's just fun. I ran into a friend who is in town writing a story of his life in the form of a screenplay. We had a heated conversation about my situation ( he's penniless as well).


What most people recommend is taking care of the situation by getting a full-time job. Wrong. That's not how you do it. People think getting a full-time job is going to get a person off the streets and into a home within the first two weeks of getting paid?


That would work if someone gave me a place to stay, sure, that seems pretty logical. I don't know anybody who would do that. I have to rely on myself. Part of the problem is lack of affordable housing. While I am lucky I do not have the debt most people my age have, I also lack the credit rating most people have, which means mistrust on the landlord's part.


There aren't enough places where I can take a shower and carrying all my clothing- hygiene products with me would make the employer suspicious. The employer will eventually suspect something is wrong. So you see, this is one of those situations you must consider carefully. I am doing that, I know what's best for me, don't you know what's best for you? I'm sure you do.


The person I was talking to yesterday was a former executive from Texas who was once a multi-millionare. He spent every penny of it. Good for him, I would've too (while putting some aside!). I will have money some day. I consider myself fortunate because I'm learning from other people's mistake, not mine. Sure, I've made mistakes too but not the kind other people are making.


I've just written to Vanity Fair magazine about the incident with the Beverly Hills police, which occurred a couple of weeks ago. A particular reporter, Dominick Dunne, writes about this topic in his column. They might get back to me, who knows. They have once already. I think they like the way I write.


"Crazy Thing To Do Today" thought: Create a model-size house with construction paper.