
Today at the Echo and in the general area.

Mika Miko, Triumph Of Lethargy Skinned Alive To Death, Abe Vigoda, No Age, Fucked Up, Etc.

Today Robert Wolfe leaves for the great state of Washington, making Los Angeles a little less of a city.

Buddy, you're one of the greats. I will see you on the streets of Poulsbo in October.

Infinite Body is playing one last LA show before moving to Portland. It is tonight around midnight, it's free, and it's at the theater where sometimes a secret show takes place in the middle of the night.

Alias Books, just around the corner from the Nuart theater, is a wonderful bookstore.

And why were we over there? Just to see The Germs movie.

Is it the worst movie of the year?

I think yes, maybe it is.

Buckle up Spunt!

What We Do Is Horseshit.



Wowee!


'Lorna' doing her after show chemical peel.


Druggie.



And dead druggie.

Thumbs down! Pee-yew!

More thumbs down. Thumbs down all around.

New York Times, get your head out of your ass.


This is what happens, within an hour, of Juan coming over.

A sleepy guy!

Caught!

CPK in Glendale on a Friday night?

Yes. To honor Squid on his birthday.

Much later Captain Badheart kept me company at the ghetto laundermat.

Four loads.

Carefully.

Gently.

We are all winners!
And have you seen this? Amazing.
My friend Azazel Jacobs made this great movie, Momma's Man, and luckily for the people of NYC it opens today at The Angelica. Do it.

The most important shelf in our freezer. Also, we started jogging yesterday.


















Various film pictures taken by me and Jenna T in the last few weeks.

There's a new kid in town. He is working at the gallery on Sundays. Bring him gifts of Micky Mouse shit.

A fossil in the gallery bathroom.

Been found!

Small Breed played their final show at The Smell last night.

Bob and Reichart's Island.

I can stand in front of any jury and proudly and honestly say I attended every Small Breed show.

It's nice to have Robert back in town for a minute, but he is leaving us for real to take care of his grandmother in the Pacific Northwest.

We will have to learn to live without his delicate stick handling.



And just like that it was over. Dust.

Small Breed is dead. Long live Small Breed.

Rich Dad / Poor Dad

Brian Roettinger had his opening at Hope last night. I consider it a success on every level.

Most importantly, I had a great time.

I feel like Summer hasn't ever really started this year and that it never gets truly hot.

To me that is good.

A most beautiful man, that Jimmy Joliff.

And I saw Anton, which I hadn't in a while.

A wild dog.

Another wild dog.

Vidal and Robert. Robert (Bob) in town for just a moment, long enough to play the LAST Small Breed show tonight at The Smell.

Party shirt.

And I hadn't seen Reggie and Clare for sometime.


Just a couple of sweethearts these two.

Brian Roettinger, the man hisself.

Rara.

Blake and Nathan, Nathan Jones.


Kramer turned up after it got dark.

We left a little early, spirits high, having been there for nearly five hours. Once home there was a blood curdling, otherworldly scream outside our window.

Running outside to investigate, we saw it was only Johnson the Raccoon. We got him a chantilly cookie to eat and he settled right down.





Sneak a peak at Brian "Roach" Roettinger's show. Come see the real thing tomorrow night at Hope. 1547 Echo Park Ave. 7 - 10pm.

So long Maritime, so long New York.







Look at how buff PJ got pretending to be a Marine on the TV.

Down the street we ran into Aviram Cohen, formerly of Soiled Mattress and the Springs and now of Silk Flowers.

Son of Schlomo and Zahava.

Channeling Rick Ta Life (on a horse).

We were going over to our friend Mary Manning's house.

To wish a happy birthday!

PJ describes wearing a prosthetic penis.

And Mary pretends not to notice that I am eating all of her strawberries.

A suprise culled from the back pocket.

Todd Selby came over and shot pics of us in our home for his book project.

Maritime Magic Hour.

Mark and Thalia came over to bask in it.

Mark's opening at Hope in December is something that I am immeasurably excited about. Help him prepare buy purchasing some of his wares.

We walked over to IFC to see the NY premiere of Beautiful Losers, a movie that Aaron has been working on for something like five years. Congratulations buddy!

Nobody asked whether or not Aaron's beard in the movie was CGI. Somebody should have asked.

And look at this! I finally got to meet Amy and Adam! Two great interweb friends who I had never met in person. Hi guys!

Talking him through those old opening night jitters.

Later on at dinner I had the best dessert of my life. A chocolate chip bread pudding that I shall never forget. Wowee!



Aaron taught a zine making class in New York.


When asked who would censor thier zines, the kids all said the government.

Teacher is my lesson done?



Flexible.




Last night walking to dinner at 11pm, a sudden thunderstorm.

Soaked to the drawers.

Holy smokes! Only six months late from the pressing plant, it has finally landed.

Soiled Mattress and the Springs 'Honk Honk Bonk'!

And though the production was beset with problems, to the Soiled faithful, the wait has been worth it. 500 pressed, vinyl only, comes with a comic book by Matthew Thurber.
US orders paypal $15.00 to teenageteardrops@gmail.com. Overseas orders email me for your total.
Will be available in NYC at Other Music and LA at Ooga Booga and Family. Stores elsewhere and distros get in touch.


My old friend Jordan got married on Saturday.

It was in Malibu. Lot's of rich people!

Like this lady. She was clearly rich. You could tell by the million dollars worth of plastic surgery she had. I have never seen a nastier, more miserable woman in my life.

The good people, Sweet P and Sage.

The nuptuals went off without a hitch. Married!


Mr. and Mrs. Tappis, for the first time.

There were speeches aplenty.

The new friends we made. The wedding planner did a good job with our table.

Anthony, we forgot to exchange contact info. Can you find us?

Travis took his clothes off and stole us coffee.

And then we hightailed it back to the other side of town. Congratulations Jordan and Heidi!

Dixie fry.

Double fry.

And then we finished these.

Saloon for baloons.

Dean's back.

Bartender for one night only.

Juan's back.

Everyone is back, and at the Clavin house to celebrate Jessie Clavin's birthday.

So glad I missed Sparks.

Vidal.




And she's mine all mine.


Punch been spiked.



Sing happy birthday.

And drop the cake.


Happy birthday to Jessie Clavin, the great artist. Blow some smoke on it.

Randy and his Leica and his shades at night.

Welcome back pals. Goodnight!