Dreams of Long Distance Running

It was 2 days after our final race of the season. We'd done decent, but I could tell all our bodies were shot from the long summer we'd put in. The thought crossed my mind that I was never gonna match the speed, pace, and turnover I would have as a young teenager. It hit me hard, harder then running up the backside of a mountain. I was done, and my days of potentially being an amazing runner were over. Life from here on out was excepting this and coping with the idea.

The next day our coach set us out on a triathlon type workout. Which was odd, because we'd never trained for a triathlon before. As far as I was concerned (and some of the boys on the team), we all thought triathlons were pretty stupid as well as the people who did them. We were long distance runners, and that was that. If you put us out on a 3 mile course (or more) we'd run you down to the ground and be waiting for you at the finish line putting on our track warm ups.
Our final workout went like this...

1. 7 mile run (through our city's streets)
2. 6 mile bike ride (along side the 10 freeway)
3. 2 mile swim (in El Monte's riverbed)
4. Jog to Fernando's, wash up, and shave yourself.  (head to toe)

I cringed at the whole workout. What was the point of this? Was the gaffer pissed and disappointed with the season? Did he wanna test and see if we'd follow through with his final orders?
The only reasoning that I could think of behind this madness of a workout was that our coach wanted us drained and looking like holocaust victims for our banquet that was on Tuesday night.

We all went on with the workout, because whatever the gaffer said, we did. All the boys were at Fernando's and some of them were already in the process of shaving their legs. Some had no eyebrows, others had bald patches all over their heads. I walked out of the house. I wasn't gonna complete the workout and further more, I wasn't gonna show up to the banquet.

03/14/2013
I'm playing a show tonight at The Terrace in Pasadena. My band goes on at 830
Xoxo - J 

Sure things and consistency.

 

 

All hands on the cook...

second batch of brew. Hit me up for one of these when they are ready.

Something is cooking in the kitchen..

and I will pray for you all.

  

 

My brother is having an art show in March. Stay posted for details. You're not gonna wanna miss out on this.

In the mean time, enjoy this Shark Toys video I shot of them Live at Permanent Records 01/26/2013

Copper Kettle Brewing Company

I went to visit my buddy Fernando in Denver a few months back, and when I got there he wouldn't shut up about this beer called the Mexican Chocolate Stout severed at this brewery called the Copper Kettle. I had enough of him running on about this, so after the 7th day I decided to head out with him to give it a taste test and see how "amazing" this beer really was.
I was blown away. I'd never tasted anything like it. This beer really rattled my taste buds and curled my toes. I didn't want it to stop and found myself sipping on my it like a drug fiend hungering for another hit. I needed to get to the bottom of what was in this thing. So I asked the owner if I could have a quick interview and tour of his microbrewery.

From the history of Copper Kettle Brewing Company, to the processes of making their magical beer - Jeremy gives us a run down of his operation and also tells us what's it like being a brewer in Denver.
What a swell dude!

(Left) Jeremy Gobien - Owner and Head Brewer

(Part 1)

Copper Kettle, The Run Down

 (Part 2)
How Copper Kettle Came About

(Part 3)
A sneak peak into the future of Copper Kettle
(behind the scenes)

Stop by this place if you happen to be in the area, grab a beer, and shake this dude's hand.

Paul Mahoney - Tasting Room Manager

Copper Kettle Brewing Company

1338 S. Valentia Street

Unit #100

Denver CA 80247

This post is dedicated to Fern and J-Dub who basically let me destroy their apartment for 2 weeks straight. XO

Superstition is belief...

One of my favorite bands of the past year is preparing to record today.

DISAPPEARS

Electrical Audio (Chicago, IL.)

I wonder what's gonna come out of there???

When I die...

my daughter's eyes will come to haunt you.

Sources are out that Ty Segall has formed a new band with his guitar player Charlie Mootheart called "Fuzz". What's it sound like? Like someone punched a hole in your 12" Peavey amp because you didn't pay up the 20 bucks you owed their girlfriend 5 years ago.

Ty Segall just won't stop. It makes you wonder, whats this guy's daily life based around? Where some bands are stuck on 1 record in 3 years this guy's released 3 records in the past year. Damn, he makes everyone look lazy.

I took this picture less then a month ago at his show.

(Left) Ty Segall, just chillin' like he isn't busy.

Party Talk

Party Talk at The Griffin Las Vegas, NV. 12/26/2012

If Bloc Party made-out with Clap Your Hands And Say Yeah, then that's what these dudes sound like.

and then there was this....

 

I chilled with the drummer (Carlos) for a minute and we talked up the music scene here in Vegas. Solid honest dude just getting by and wailing on the drums. So Vegas, if you see this guy, kick him down with a few drum sticks. He has no cell phone.

Face melting...

12/16/2012
Ty Segall melts faces at The Observatory, Santa Ana, CA

First band up, Business Cats from Azuza, CA.
I added these kids on soundcloud because I liked the rawness of their sound. I had no idea they were on this bill, so it was a real pleasant surprise! If these kids aren't going places, I don't know who is.

 

Next up to bat was Bleached from Los Angeles. You might recognize some of these girls from their former band Mika Miko. They totally killed, but once again I had no idea they were on the bill as well. I should probably start doing my homework on this stuff, but hey, I'm not getting paid for this.

And the main attraction... Ty Segall

Ty Segall

Trip out... I found these dudes hanging around the bar minutes before their show. I had a quick chit chat with the bass player about how everything is working out on the road. He was rad enough to stick around until I got my beer. We had a toast, and he was off to shred and I was off to hang around a bunch of sweaty people. Cheers guys!!