Group Gatherings Postponed

Group Sessions with Slipshod will be on hiatus until April 14th, 2006.

I will see you Swingers then.

Peace, P.

So Much Fun

Having so much fun. Man, I love L.A. Today I busted a full day at the television station, then tutored some kids in the twilight hours, then headed off to the Lava Lounge to hear a local group bust out some jams.

Nothing beats this life. Work and play in one day.

Yeah, sure it's 12:37 in the AM. I will rock work at 7, so not much time, but how much fun to have such a packed day of multifarious enjoyment. I love that.

You see I like variety. I like working in a corporation, and then helping kids, and then checking out rock acts on the Sunset Strip. You can't beat that. So purr-fect.

Now I am going to watch YOU GOT MAIL. Then I'll read a bit, eat some shish kabob, lift some weights, and then hit the sack.

Audi 5,


Podcasts, Getting on Itunes, Releasing audiobooks

Posatko asked how to do podcasts. Here is the information. I have been too busy to get on this, but will try and figure it out by Friday.

I also applied to be an independent label on ITUNES.

I will release Swingers albums there, and then start moving into enhanced listings with websites, salon type readings of spoken word, books, etc.

I believe this is the way to go for audiobooks, and I am willing to try it out with a novel or two.

I will keep you posted on how this goes, and whether itunes accepts my application. I have no idea why they wouldn't.

JP, read below for your podcasts. Very easy.

[from itunes website]

Does iTunes support the creation of podcasts?

iTunes does not support the creation of podcasts. Many podcast authors edit audio for their podcast episodes using GarageBand software for the Mac.

Does iTunes support the serving of podcasts?

No. The iTunes Music Store podcast directory will only contain references to the RSS feeds available on a podcaster’s website. A podcaster must be running web-server software in order to host their podcast. When a user subscribes to a podcast through the iTunes Music Store, iTunes accesses the podcaster’s RSS feed and downloads the enclosed audio files directly from the podcaster’s website.

How do I submit my podcast for possible inclusion on the iTunes Music Store?

Clicking the Submit Podcast link on the main page of the Podcast genre page in the Music Store allows you to enter the link for the RSS feed of the podcast you’d like to publish to the Music Store. You will be asked to provide the link (including the http:// tag that precedes it), check over the podcast information as it will appear in the Music Store, and provide additional information not included within the feed. Submitted podcasts do not immediately appear in the Music Store and may be reviewed before being posted.

Will there be any limitations or constraints for podcasters submitting their podcast to the iTunes Music Store?

Podcasts are recommended to have a title, description, artwork, subject, categorization, language, and if appropriate, "explicit material" tags. There is no limit on the number of podcasts that may be submitted by a given podcaster.

For inclusion in the iTunes Music Store, additional information is provided on the Technical Specification page.

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The Date

It was late. We didn't get to kick things off till about 9. Right away I could tell we were both beat, but we made the best of our tired bodies. She talked about transformers and cabbage patch kids. I talked about Star Wars. Our childhood toys. That was nice. We dug the same things. Except Care Bears. I wasn't big into Care Bears, but I liked the colors and told her so.

"I like the colors," I said.

Then she wanted to get details about the divorce. Not something I really want to get into, because it is such a long story, but I told it to her and did my best to cook at the same time.

I burned the rice the first time around, and she was cool with that. I just made another pot, and finished the story.

I think she was a bit freaked that I knew shamans, and had hung out with them, and that probably wasn't first date info., but as most of you know, I am me, and whatever I say, is what I say. So I did. I just laid it out.

Then we went into my room and I showed her The Slipshod Album, and some of my favorite books. I read some poetry to her. The stuff I wrote when I was 19. Don't know why.

"It's good for 19," she said.

"Yeah," I said. "It's pretty."

"You're a pretty confident guy."

"Well, I know what I like that I make, but I don't like everything."

Around 11, she got tired and wanted to go home. I drove her to her car, and told her we could go to Hawaii if she wanted. I was going to go pretty soon for Mar's wedding.

This threw her for a loop.

"I don't even know you," she said.

"Yeah, I know," I said.

"So how can I go with you to New York or Hawaii when I don't even know you?"

"I don't know," I said. "I like you."

"But why?"

"I don't know."

"See," she said. "You don't even know me."

"Yeah, I hear you. I don't really know you, but I like you."

Truth is, that I do. I am not much for mincing words. I don't need someone's life story to know I dig them. I also understand how I came on a little fast for her. At least Nina tried to set me straight later, as we were heading over to Mickey's.

"That's too fast," she said. "You got to wait before you ask them to go to Hawaii with you."

"I know. I was serious though."

"Yeah, but she doesn't know who you are yet. After she gets to know you better, she'll understand that's who you are."

"I guess you're right. I really like her though."

"So are you going to go out again?"

"She said she wanted to. I don't know. Maybe, she doesn't want to. I don't really know."

And I don't. I would like to go out with her again.

When I hugged her goodbye, she looked so cute I could kiss her, but I didn't, because she had just gotten through scolding me for not knowing her.

Yeah, I think she likes me. I know I'm a strange one, but really not that much so. Hopefully, she'll hang out again.

Who knows?

I certainly don't.

I do know I got to Mickey's party. It was a lot of fun. Mickey and I played NBA Jam, which he's got set-up in his living room. Shaq and the Magic tore us up. Beat us at the buzzer.

Mickey didn't want to play anymore after that.

I sang a song about Tupac Shukor, danced with Timeray, then took Nina to Tangier's, where we found the bar closed. That's when we headed down to the Good Luck Bar to meet Nina's friend Mr. X (now I forget his name).

That was nice. We sat and chatted about great places to eat. I dropped off Nina, and then I came home to an itemized bill from my little brother (I told Pan to take his girl out to give us some privacy, you know? I also told him he could take Letisha wherever he wanted and I'd pick up the tab.) I'll tell you what I didn't expect was such a big tab, but I'm a high roller, so I dropped some bills on the coffee table, and then lied down on my bed.

Now I am into the fantasy portion of this blog.

I am a toad. The kids call me Henry. I can hop with the best of them. Catch flies too.

If there's a hole in the middle of the highway, I just bounce over it.

Man, I like this girl. I don't know her, but I do.

I could have told her how I love her laugh. I could tell her that there is a magic inside her. I could have told her that I was a frog name Henry. I could have told her a lot of things, but I didn't.

I will have to tell her next time.

It is 2:53. Time for me to smile in my sleep. Time for me to drown in sheep. Time for me to hop in bed.

Bye, P.


It is late on Friday night. I am waiting. Tonight is the date. What do I say? What do I do?

I have no idea. I have nothing planned.

I got flowers. She said she liked Pippi Longstocking, so I got her a book. That's about it.

I think what I dig most about this girl is her laugh. It's a great laugh.

I wonder if laughter turns anybody else on. It does me.

Thank you to everyone who has volunteered to write reviews of Golden Ashtray, the Comic Book or the new record. You honor me by doing so.

I will tell you about the date tomorrow.


New Version Without Distortion on Any Tracks

Just to let people know. I have put a new version of The Slipshod album up.

Mickey told me there was distortion on the first track that he owned, so I re-did the album. Now there should be smooth sailing. If anyone has purchased the record, get the second version too. Let me know which sounds better.



Happy Valentine's Day: CD is Out! It is a New Year!!

Okay, here we are. Valentine's Day. Man, we made it. This is like New Year's Day for me. I usually finish projects on this day. Thankfully, I have finished another. Slipshod's first album is out. That was definitely an experience. Now I am going to write again.

I am almost ready to dive into Mars or Bust, but now that I'm working as a Producer in Hollywood, I figure I'll wait. The book will be that much better after this gig. I mean how can you write a satire on reality TV without working at a company that is the top producer of reality films in the world.

I am also enjoying the work very much. There is a lot of hustle and bustle, deadlines, people looking tense. I take it bit by bit, as Dacheaux says.

I can also see how this type of work didn't agree with her. The hours are rather long for little pay. I like the people though. Such wonderful, smart, and sharp dressed folks. I like watching them manuever through deals. I like seeing them take on the pressure and roll over to a better fighting position.

It's like surfing. Not that I am a big surfer, but I've heard people talk about it, and I've watched some folks out here on the beaches. They got to stay one step ahead of nature, and that's exactly what a producer needs to do. They double check, triple check, quadruple check every possibility, delegate, narrow down markets, and can charm your pants off.

I mean, I am literally charmed daily. The things some of them say, really make me giddy. It's not major things or anything extraordinary. It's just their love for what they do. It really shows.

Tonight I was at the office making cue cards for an upcoming shoot. I was by myself, singing "Stand By Me," thinking about how the song might be about Jesus. Then I thought about television itself. Why was I here?

I don't know. I am obviously learning a lot about how to sell things, delegate responsibility, and all the rest. But, really, the biggest thing so far has been letting go of stories I carried with me when I was younger. The kind that said I had to be poor to be an artist, or that rich people are one thing or another. Now I get to see how that is not the case. People in Hollywood are not fake. I know people think this is true, but it's really not. At least not for me. The people I have met so far are so wonderfully genuine, caring, and sweet.

And, yes, that is another great thing. I am trusting people more than I have ever done in my life.


I don't know. I just don't see any reason not to trust people. They'll come through if they can, and if they can't they won't.

Anyway, I'm rambling. What was I talking about? My threads are running thin.

Oh, yeah, so I was sitting in the studio, thinking about television, and how all these people are working on reality tv, and it got me thinking about other kinds of tv. Poetry tv or Art tv or other types of programming that would be fun.

Steven Taylor and I once chatted about Naropa's Archives and how we both saw it as a valuable money maker for you name it.

"It could be it's own Satellite radio show," I say.

"Television," he says.


"We could play what we have back to back and we wouldn't run out of material for six months."

I found that impressive then and even now. Maybe, working in television will help me be able to offer that at some point. Maybe, I will get to host some type of arts show. Maybe, I could interview bloggers, or do an interview thing for artists, but make it hip. Who knows?

Not me.

Dude, Jim. You are getting poetry out there, eh? Holy cow! Everyday another publication. This is fantastic. Also makes me realize I need to start sending things out. I haven't sent anything out since August, when you told me to. HA!

Yeah, too much paperwork. I've got to actually set a day to submit poetry out there. Either that, or set a day to write.

Mmmm. Yeah, music and work.

What else?

I got a date this Friday. I'm real excited about that. It's with this really cool girl. She said Audi 5000 to me one day. For some reason, that really intrigued me, that and she knew who Richard Marx was. You can't beat that. I asked her our pretty quick. So far, the plan is either tennis, 80's jams, or shopping. I was thinking of taking her out and buying her things.

Man, I am so weird when it comes to dating. I don't have a clue. It's great.

Sometimes I think I'll be alone for the long haul. I am a pretty peculiar person. I am very free and independent. This is true. I know this. I also like that. But then there come those moments when I catch a family together, and think, "Do I need a kid?"


Of course, sometimes I see Dads running after their kids and I think, "Not me!"


Yeah, so I don't have a clue about that either.

It's good to not have a clue about that. It's also good to have a date on Friday.

Oh, and one more thing. I made a list in November of things I would have by a certain date. This, suprisingly, seems to create reality. I am just passing this on in relation to my newfound job. I said I would be offered a Producer position by February 12th and here I am. I also asked for some other things, but we will have to wait and see about those. I'll keep you posted.

Love to you all. Happy Valentine's Day.



P.S. Congrats on the wedding news, Mar. Of course, I am ready to fly out towherever you two lovebords are going to tie the knot. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

P.S.S. Little, Dacheux. Happy Valentine's Day. I hope you and Alabaster get it on good and snuggle the night away.

P.S.S. Moksha, I hope Bombay's treating you well. Say hi to your folks for me.

P.S.S.S. To DTH and all my crew on the East Coast, I heard you guys got 30 inches of snow! Dude, it was 90 degrees in L.A. today. What's up? HA! I'll be coming to NYC for a visit in March. I'm thinking St. Patty's Day.

P.S.S.S.S. Happy Valentine's Day, family. Thanks for the card, dad. It was real sweet. I love that you keep picking John Lennon's "Imagine" on these cards. It is really an amazing song. I have tried to write songs like that, but I can only write like me. Ha!

PS5. Jim, you going out tonight?

PS6. Sprigs eat an olive for me.

PS7. Hey, Rebecca, rock star, love to you.

PS8. C. Dale, a kiss to you and all your patients.

PS9. Mom, I love you.
PS10. To all my students, Hoorah! It's the new year!

PS11. To the LOU, Unite!

PS12. Michaelangelo and MC Escher rule!

PS13. And thus concludes the shout outs for this evening.

PS14. See I knew there would be one more. Can't end on 13. Not when 14 is the magic number. Hey, Myszka, beautiful Philly girl, what color are you wearing today?

Kisses to all.

The Slipshod Swingers: Woes & Hail Mary's

Okay, here it is.

Woes & Hail Mary's

14 love songs. One day

Click on pic or here to get your copy for Valentine's Day.


What made the album?

Some songs you've heard and some you haven't.

This Night

It's 112 in the am. Just reading people's blogs. Seeing how things are shaking. Looks good. Everyone is so fun. I saw that C. Dale figured out direct deposit. Jim's got another poem in Tiny Magazine. Dylan's got Blackbird dancing virtual beauty. Dacheaux has another painting. Stine is out of commission. Sprigs wants to have a smaller ass.

I talked to Nicole tonight too. Sad to hear her going out with other guys, but that's the way it goes. She told me she saw Marlowe, and him and Linton are engaged. Congratulations to you, Mar. I assume we'll see each other in the city of angels in a couple of weeks.

Could be nice, huh?

Tomorrow The Starving Artists will rock the Viper Room. Everyone is so excited here. Michaelangelo is bringing out the whole crew. We'll see if I get onstage. Who knows what will happen?

In other news, Franky and I went shopping on Melrose, talked about the yellow lamberghinis, and got haircuts at Floyd's.

Mohawk, for me. Franky got a tousled number. We were very hip. I bought lots of clothes. Franky didn't buy any. Then as we were walking home, we catch a poster of Angelina Jolie in one of the shops, looking delicate and tasty, and I say, "Damn, Brad Pitt's got that?"

"Yeah," Franky says. "He can have whatever he wants."

"Is that true?"


"He can't have Enlightenment," I say.

"No, he could have Enlightenment if he wanted," Franky nods. "He can get whatever he wants."

This cracks me up so bad I go into convulsions. It's the best poem I have heard in a while.


Brad Pitt
could have enlightenment
if he wanted.

-Franky Ewing

The Slipshod Swingers, The Mini-Record Just for People Who Visit Today

Want more?

The Slipshod Swingers are being streamed on MySpace.

We are putting the finishing touches on the album. We will have a CD Release party on Sunday at 830 pm at the Fortress of Solitude. We will probably make our way to the bar down the street. Who knows? Maybe, we will just have ginger chicken and write another mini-record. I don't know. I just don't.

In other news, Eric Sievering, the director on the last project I was in, says that there was a strong contingent that dug me. This was weird for me. I wonder what I acted like. So weird. Anyway, I love the world.

Jim, you are special.
JP stop making me laugh!
Frank your voice melts me.
Catherine the best lyricist I've ever met.
Timeray I love that breathy thing you do.
Michaelangelo, love you, brother.
Fitzy-boy, you are Shikow, like a Whip: Ker-plap!
Panauh you drive me into bliss.
Letisha, how's the Sims?
Sprigs is the greatest.
Loudon is a rock star.
Dacheux you are Buddha.
Alabaster you are a Magic Muppet.
Harrison you got it, boy.
Buddha's little steps.
Moksha I'll miss you.
Mom and Dad, hola!
Gina, hey, what's going on girl?
Kaufman, Kyle - Beautiful, Style.
Dylan's reality.
Teresa's gorgeous hips.
Nina's smile.
Mary Rachel's drawl.
Paiman's beard.
My shawl.
Allison Stine makes me bawl.
C Dale Young, is he tall?
Jamiroquai is a band I never listened to.
Jim Behrle has a funny last name.
Bobbie the constant gardener.
Nicole and my broken heart.
Vince like the dawn moon.
Me like a crooked spoon.

Thanks. Bye.

If anyone thinks one of these songs could make the album, let me know which one and why. We only need one. If any.

Dating in Hollywood

Two girls tell it to me straight.

"We don't care about money."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," they say. "You just went down in our book."

I think about this for a minute. Mmmm, I think. Okay. They don't care about money. I think I do. I think I like making money. Money is not a bad thing.

"Okay," I say. "I hear you."

I wonder why some people don't like to talk about money.

I used to not like talking about money. Whenever my ex-wife brought it up, I would say, 'I have to concentrate on my art. I can't work and write novels at the same time.'

Now I know I was wrong.

I am glad about that. It would have been tough to carry that story around, and expect to take care of myself.

I learn though. 'Bit by bit,' as Dacheux says.

Speaking of which, Dacheux and I had a nice soda at the Sabe tonight.

I loved how she called me out on my interaction with these cool girls I met.

"The one girl said her dream guy was a Rated G comic," I told her.

"Oh, that's perfect," Dacheux says.

"Yeah," I say. "But I could be the bad boy too. I got that in me."

"Yeah, right," she laughs. "You could never be the bad boy."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But, you know what I said to her after she told me she liked G rated comics, I was like, 'Fuck, that's great--I mean--excuse my language.' "

Alabaster, Dacheux's boyrfriend, cracks up at this. I am glad. He cracked me up with his whole penis puppet. He showed me a clip of Saturday's show at the UCB Theater. The skit was for the most foul sketch comedy show.

Alabaster (Allan) made a gigantic penis dance from his crotch and make lemonade. Hopefully he'll post it on his blog. Until then, you can read about it on JPosatko's blog.

Now I am going to draw the pictures that go with this text, as I saw it when I was writing.

Man, I'm like Jay-Z, what's up.

And on that note, one of the last interactions with the girls who don't like money.

"Oh, it's clear you love yourself," one says.

"Yes," I say. "That's true."

It will be nice to hang out with these new friends. The plan is Karaoke on Sunday. Maybe, we will talk about money. Who knows? If it does, I will tell you about it.


P to the Z and not Q

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