But now, at least for today, to the beat of a professional drummer.
Andy Dick has finally left the IP2 streaming scene, at least on a regular basis, and the stage was set for the last few weeks on the hopes for a wild and crazy RV trip with Chicken Andy and his RV crew.
But in the last 24 hours, our good friend Captain Content has stepped up his game and actually lived up to his name in bringing the content. Last night the RV accepted an autistic young man of dubious age and maturity into the homoerotic/homophobic den of the RV and co-denizens Hector and Mike. (Can something be both homoerotic and homophobic? Yes Dorothy, it's quite common you know.) The guy's name is Mauricio and he admits he was living with a caretaker in Lancaster (about an hour and a half from LA) and he escaped without permission. He approached the RV and knew about the Captain, admitted he didn't watch him much anymore, but got invited on the RV. He was shy to accept at first, especially being reticent to accept any of Cappy's dubiously-cooked chicken and rice, but was more than happy to partake of his vodka. One shot, tossed back with an ensuing severe and protracted grimace, was followed by at least nine others, each with more and more grimace (rather than the usually acclimating less and less) until the dude was swayin' in the breeze of total fucked-up-ness that we drunks know all too well. Credit to him, he didn't pass out like flop-on-the-floor, or puke his guts out but he did, oddly, need to pee after every shot.
The next day (today) he seemed to weather his hangover well enough and by the crack of 1:30 pm, the boys were at it again, smokin' and drinking
Then the boys drove to Echo Lake and met up with an actual legend.
Harry Rushakoff, drummer for the pretty successful 80's rock band Concrete Blond. Now, being a pop and New Wave devotee back then, I'll admit, I'd never heard of them, but listening to clips of their shit on YouTube, it's the stuff I could have rocked to along with my love for ZZTop and AC/DC. Yes, I had very eclectic tastes back then.
The man is in his early 60s and suffering from a degenerative spine disease and is rather hunched over and reportedly in pain much of the time. But this afternoon on the streets of LA, you wouldn't know it. He rocked out his rad riffs from the back of a van he outfitted to use as a mobile drummer stand. He has this van ride around with him alongside a huge bus to RV conversion painted in spray can camouflage.
I'm typing this some three hours after I took the screen cap above and they are still going strong. On a non-residential street, they might be going into the night.
As if I'm there, on that non-descript rather industrial area sidewalk in Los Angeles, in the great state of California, I'm sippin' some sweet ass West Coast IPAs and chillin' like a fuckin' villan. Can't smoke the weed...not recreational here in FLA but I am in spirit tokin' to the max.
Long live the streamers. They are the future.