Friday, October 22, 2010

I Wanna Be Like Mike (Tyson)

Straight and to the point... I am making a case for Mike Tyson.

Yes, the man has been through his share of turmoil.  One need only visit Wikipedia to learn about all his ups and downs and further downs.

But I would like to say this.  Either Mike has an amazing therapist who has made some great progress with him or he's just coming into his own.

I site two recent forays into comedy and his ability to embrace his inner silliness....



and




Now, in The Hangover I get a sense he's a little unsure about what he's doing, but someone (someone very smart) had his ear and got him to trust Todd Phillips and the result was a memorable performance.  And I think it's a result of that experience that led to this latter most recent comedic effort.

I defy you to watch that video and tell me Mike isn't having the time of his life (not to mention how completely aware he is as far as his lack of dancing and lip sync-ing abilities go.  Regardless, the man is having a good time.  I'd like to think that perhaps Mike is happy for the first time in his life and is having fun.

Keep at it, Mr. Tyson... I am enjoying your silliness.

From one Punchy to another.

P

Friday, October 15, 2010

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.

NOTE: I started this blog entry almost a month ago and I’m still not finished writing and editing it… so… I’ve decided to try something different.  I am going to post it and then edit as I go.  I may alter sentences and add ideas, etc.  I may even comment on something I wrote three weeks ago or perhaps make fun of myself for taking so long on this.  Sounds like a fun and creative experience… let’s see where it goes.

- Punchy


Welcome Back, Longstreet?!?! (aka S.W.M.)

Well, sort of…

“It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you…”

…and so the lyrics go…

Last we spoke I was rambling on about love, life, and the pursuit of ____________ (insert your funny/witty/dumb/contrived word here).

Look, to be honest, I think this is going to be it for a while (10/15 NOTE: I can’t believe I’m still not done with this entry).  I love writing and musing (bloggin’ – a believe the Swedish call byoggin), but my focus needs to be elsewhere – more specifically… my work as well as moving ahead with my life (10/15 NOTE: If I ever finish this!).  I spent a lot of the last year thinking about things and giving my insight.  It’s been therapeutic, but I think it’s time to stop writing about it and just move ahead.  And if I do have time to write there are a few ideas that have been brewing.  So for now… let this be our final conversation/therapy session (10/15 NOTE: If I ever FUCKING finish this!!!!).

I know I’ve been quiet the past few months, but it’s not without good reason.  It was quite the summer.  So many changes and experiences to speak of… or not.  From personal to work stuff it was all crammed in there. But, I’m not your open frickin’ book after all.  I gotta save something for the novel/script I’m never going to write and make you bitches pay for it at some point.

I (began) writing to you from a hipster coffee spot in Seattle (and SEA-TAC Airport the following day AND back in L.A – woowhee this is a doozy of blog entry), but this entry has taken on a life of its own, so it’s taking more time (10/15 NOTE: As I stated above) … It’s was nice to be out of L.A. (even if for the day) and clear my head.  To be able to write (some of) these words (even if they’re not really saying anything yet since I don’t know what I want to touch on) is a great break from the daily routine (I was still in Seattle when I wrote that part).

So, what is there to talk about?  What of my experiences in the last two months (10/15 NOTE: NOW THREE MONTHS!!!) do I feel are worth touching on?  Even though there were so many separate events that took place between my work and personal life they all relate on some level – the level of growth and evolution of self… and some fun was definitely had.

I can honestly say I’m a different man (or rather I’m becoming one), than I was before.  Which I guess brings me to my topic… Being a man… Manhood… Manliness… MADNESS!  See how that just came together… and so organically I might add.

And so we’re off…

I’ve learned there is an inherent difference in between being a man and being a boy.  Obvious, I know!  Nothing groundbreaking… BUT… Are you capable of determining where you’re at on the manhood evolutionary scale?  I think that’s what I’m getting at.   Because, what I’ve come to learn is that it is possible to perceive yourself as a man when in actuality you are still a boy.  This also holds true for girls and women… there is a difference.

I would say that up until recently I was caught somewhere in-between.  A “no mans land” if you will… wow, and here I thought “No Mans Land” was just a lesbo porn series (that’s the boy in me talking).

What’s more, while emotionally caught in this awkward stage of perpetual non-growth, I also had (and still have) the appearance of someone who is not the age he is.  The grey is coming slowly but surely.  So, in essence, it’s almost more socially acceptable for me to behave in such a manor because the outside world looks at me and doesn’t see someone who is… drumroll please…. 41.

Most people think I’m anywhere from late 20s to early 30s.

Yes, it’s a great thing on one hand but I can’t seem to get past the idea that I’m somehow a form of false advertising (especially to girls).  And it becomes awkward to go out and meet people (people meaning “girls), learn they are in their 20s, and then have to “break the news” that I am not what I appear to be.  I don’t help matters either by shopping at stores like Urban H&M Outfitters and making myself, or should I say attempting to make myself, look like a Los Feliz/Silverlake hipster (gross, I know).

Yes, in general, girls are usually cool with it once my true age is revealed, but it’s also no fun to always be reminded you aren’t what you appear to be.  FYI, once my true age comes out, it’s usually followed with the “are you/were you married?” and “do you have kids?” question.  And my rule is to always be truthful since I am not ashamed of who I am. 

It’s a blessing that I look so young… but I’m not entirely sure these girls would be so willing to talk to me if I “looked” my age.  I’ve seen some of the dudes who look their age (my age) and if I was a girl in her mid 20s I sure wouldn’t.

What can I say… but I am trying to find the balance…

So where does this leave me and what does it have to do with a boy becoming a man?  I’m not entirely sure – and don’t have a definitive answer.  But, it has something to do with holding yourself accountable for what you experience in life.

It’s no longer blaming your parents for who you are?  Yes, they raised, or rather attempted to raise you, but at some point you are a free thinking human being and there is enough information out there in the world to make the choice of what it is you want.  Parents can do and say horrible things – add to that a genetic code that can predispose you to certain behaviors and you’ve got your work cut out for you… BUT… in the end you only have yourself to blame if you’re not getting where you want in life.

We are confronted with adversity that we can either overcome or succumb to.  Being a man means the former and it’s something I’ve gotten quite good at in my life starting at a young age.  Granted, this is one piece to a giant man puzzle.  Just because I was good at handling adversity does not mean I was conducting my life as a man.

Let me pause and just say that I don’t think anyone can become a 100% man – ultimately we are in a constant struggle for growth.  And to be “young” at heart is a good thing.  I go back to what I always say… there is a balance.

I’ve found myself going out a lot over the past 8/9 months and hanging out with people (meaning “girls”) who were much younger than I was.  They were fun and were nice to me… I had a blast!  But then I started to notice something.  There was always a point where the fun I was having would fade into the distance and I would become very self aware of my age and what I was doing.  I was revisiting my 20s and enjoying it… but then THE CINDERFELLA THEORY came into play.

I felt it all come down a few weeks ago.  I was out at a very fun nightspot with a bunch of “hipsters” (young people who were definitely much cooler and at ease with their youth than I was)… I’m 41 for crying out loud!  Anywho, I had been noticing for while that when I would go out, there would always be a point in the evening when I would just want to leave.   I can only describe the feeling as the moment when the clock strikes midnight and Cinderella (fella, in my case) turns back into a pumpkin (well, the chariot did – you know what I mean).

I could pretend or behave “young” all I wanted, but there was ultimately a point in the evening when the parent inside of me would kick in (don’t forget I have two children) and I would just be at the point where I have to stop and show some level of responsibility because as a man responsibility is an important quality. 

(so much more to write AHHHHHHHHHHH!)

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Life Cake



I was thinking about where things stood for me right now... trying to get some more perspective... over thinking it all as usual.  And I stopped myself.

I'm glad I have the ability to be introspective... I'm glad I can look honestly at myself and be truthful, be it internally or externally, about who I am and what I am trying to accomplish... however, as I've said in the past... I think too much of anything isn't a good thing.  The more you think - the more you look before you leap - the more life you lose out on.  When it comes to the movies what's the better cinematic experience?  The one where you know exactly what's going to happen before it happens and then when it happens you say "I knew that was going to happen" OR the one where you think you know what to expect and then it defies your expectation?  Come on, do I really need to answer that?

Yes, in my job as a publicist, it's important to think as far ahead as possible in order to anticipate potential obstacles that may throw a wrench into the machine... but that's work and at the end of the day I think we all would like work to go as smoothly as possible.  So, in work, I can live with a little predictability, but in my personal pursuits... keep the surprises coming.

As much as I would love to know that I will fall in love again and have someone to share my life with, I know that there is the possibility that it won't happen... I don't think probable... but, yes, possible... It's about the journey at this point and I think it's the thing we all know to be just as important as the final result.  You have to enjoy the process - put the love into that recipe as you bake your life cake because the cake will ultimately come out tasting better (I think I'll name my self help book Life Cake -- not to be confused with Patton Oswalt's riff on Sky Cake) --  I have to just enjoy every day without the fear of what is or isn't to come... whether or not plans have been made, whether or not I'm going on dates, and whether or not I'm whether or not.

I have some great truths in my life that make me very fortunate.  I have two amazing.... AMAZING kids... and I have an ex-wife who by estimation is an ex-husband's dream.  I know I've gone on in the past about how well the two of us have been dealing with the divorce (I think we would both agree it hasn't been the easiest emotionally) and it in turn has made our kids get through it that much easier.  Yes, there is more ahead for them -- especially the day Mommy and Daddy have someone "special" they want to introduce them to.  But at the end of the day I believe they take their cues from us and if we can continue to be a united front when it comes to the kids and how we handle these moments then I know they will come through shining.  I hope that whomever I meet down the road can appreciate the path we've chosen to take in this divorce and not feel threatened by it.  By my estimation it's the ultimate selfless act and that's all that matters.

Let me digress a moment and wax poetic on divorce and why I think it normally ends in negativity and bad feelings (this really only matters when kids are involved - no kids, then do what you what you want... it's your life).  But when there are kids, you no longer are allowed the luxury of being selfish and spiteful to the other person... as much as you may feel you want to go there... you just can't - and if you do... shame on both of you.   But here is the tricky part and why I think couples DO end up in that bad place.  I think, like my situation, when you've been together, the two people have grown so accustomed to each other and intwined in each others lives that the unraveling is just too much and both man and woman are fighting against years of ritual behavior.  When it does end, it almost becomes an act of rebellion because I think on the inside our instincts are still in line with someone who is married so our gut reaction in dealing with anything is to go to that person whose been by your side for so many years... but wait... you're no longer together and for your own well being you can no longer go to that person because now you must move on (you are divorced) and count on yourself to a degree (your only responsibility together are your children - otherwise, you're on your own)... I think it's in those moments that we become resentful and angry -- how dare he/she put me in this place where I must go it alone... but what's worse, we're not alone because you have kids with that ex-spouse, so that ex is there and you HAVE to deal with him/her (ouch, my head is starting to hurt).  I guess what I'm getting at is you basically have to figure out how to live your new life while redefining the old one and I think that's a real tricky proposition.  I think it's easier for people to run the opposite direction and shun the other than try and figure out how stay unmarried, for better for worse, in sickness and health, til death do you part... pretty crazy, huh?  Even when you're divorced by law, you're never divorced in life.

Sorry, got sidetracked... but there is a reason I got sidetracked... because it all relates to what I was saying above.  Life should be unexpected and you shouldn't try and predict what's going to happen.  I think when we become so consumed of a certain outcome of any given situation we almost make sure it will happen... I believe my ex and I had been so burned by our own parents during their divorces that we were simply afraid to do it (which may very well be why we stayed together so long) -- mind you, we never got to a place where we hated each other, but I do think we became more friends/roommates/parents than we did husband and wife (I think she would agree) and we were just coasting.  We were afraid of devastating our kids (which we did) and we were definitely afraid of becoming like our parents (which, we didn't).... and because we didn't, our kids devastation subsided and they are growing accustomed to this new life where mom and dad simply get along (please don't cut to five years from now and we're both screaming at each other in public in front of our children)...

Since getting divorced I have gotten used to not trying to anticipate the outcome of any situation - as long as I believe in what I'm doing and feel strongly that I making the right choices then everything else is out of my hands.

I feel pretty good these days... I am very fortunate.

P

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Daisy Dukes, Bikinis On Top!

I am a fan of music - I enjoy it in all its various flavors...

From the "1,2,3,4" count in of a Ramones song to the operatic/celtic/new age production of Enya -- yes, even "Waiting for a Star to Fall" by Boy Meets Girl has a place in my heart.


With that, I (Punchy) bring you my latest installment... sadly, it may require some updates as I try to recall past selections... but I'm getting ahead of myself.

As Summer rolls in, it brings many many things (at least for those of us in Los Angeles) -- First and foremost is some amazing weather.  Lately, I have found myself opening the sunroof, cranking some DLR Van Halen, and cruising through the city as I bathed in some blue sky and sunshine.  Yes, the sights, smells, and vibe of it all is almost too much... it's a great reminder of why I live here.  What's it mean?  Summer's arrived.

Which brings me to the purpose of this post... the Summer song... every summer has one and I love discovering them -- they've always been there, but some time ago I began to take notice and always enjoyed letting folks know what song I proclaimed to be my Summer song - for better or worse.

I remember the first time I did this.  It was 1996 and I was doing what I love to do in the summer... driving :) -- I remember the song being introduced on the radio -- Immediately, I started getting that feeling... like the song was sending me a message that Summer was officially underway.  I had never heard of the artist and haven't really heard from him since.  But, in 1996 UK recording artist Mark Morrison took the title with his track "Return Of The Mack".


You may call me crazy and think I'm an idiot... but SHIT -- in '96... that song got me.  Now, while that song has a permanent place in my brain (probably because it was the first) I'm having a hard time remembering other ones because I'm putting myself on the spot... I'm sure in the coming weeks I'll recall more.

But, with that, I am here to say I have come upon what I think is the 2010 Summer song.  Now, there isn't even an official video yet, so I may be premature in the accolades I'm bestowing on this song.  But I have a sinking feeling we will be hearing Katy Perry's "California Gurls" all Summer long.  I can already see myself downing Skinny Bitches at Drais on a Wednesday while this song gets dumped on the crowd.

You may disagree, you may think I'm an idiot.. or you may think I'm on the money...

Preview of the "California Gurls" video:


THE SONG:


I am pretty sure this is the one.  Please let me know if I'm missing something... but I think this is the one.  Feel free to post your suggestions of past jams you want to lay props to... and feel free to nominate your own Summer song for 2010... it's about fun (as Dave Cross would say on Mr. Show)

One Love,
PunchDrunk

**UPDATE** - 11:43PM -- OK, numb nuts!!!  I am not trying to claim I've discovered some song no one has heard before... CHRIST!!!! The song is everywhere, including tonight on the MTV Movie Awards.  That's not the point of this... All I'm saying is I like the song and (while I'm sure it was the intent of its creation to begin with) it sounds like my official summer song (along with the rest of the worlds) --  This is about meeeeeeee... not yoooooooooou! -- Katy Perry wants a Summer song... then I say,  "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!!!!"  Now, good night, suckerz!

- P

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Guitar Riffs From Heaven

I love a good guitar riff -- anything that just gets you're blood pumping (be it for workout or driving around with a sense of purpose) - here are some for you to enjoy this Memorial Day weekend... mind you this is in no way meant to be a definitive compilation... they are ones I could quickly recall... will try to think of more, but please do offer suggestions.

Punch



















Saturday, May 22, 2010

Scott Weiland Has It All

Way back when the grunge movement was going down and bands like Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Sound Garden, and Alice in Chains were tearing it up, another band also came on the scene and got lumped into the mix. It's lead singer was even cited for being a copycat of Pearl Jam lead singer extraordinaire Eddie Vedder. Now, I am not breaking new ground here. What I am about to talk about has been discussed by others in the same framework, but FUCK IT - I'm having a moment of appreciation and don't give an eff if I'm just regurgitated what's already out there. I want to give my two cents.


I am a fan of all the bands I listed above... Pearl Jam's TEN was an amazing record that I listened to constantly... with that I would like to show a moment of love for Stone Temple Pilots. I remember when their debut album CORE came out and was equally blown away by the first single Sex Type Thing. I recall the riff being more powerful than most and Scott Weiland's voice ferocious. I took notice and quickly bought the CD. Virtually every track was worth of listening to - Dead & Bloated, Sex Type Thing, Plush, Crackerman, Creep, so on and so forth. A powerful debut. Now, again, this was during a time when the Seattle thing was happening and STP was assumed to be part of it. Not saying it's a bad thing, but it's easy to get lost in the mix when you're suddenly part of the trend. But for the most part they didn't get lost and were able to follow up the debut with some amazing works; songs like Vaseline, Big Empty, Big Bang Baby, etc., were as good as anything off of CORE.


So yes, I'd stuck with the band through the years for the most part and watched as the charismatic lead singer Scott Weiland did his thing... dressing in drag, like KISS, doing drugs, solo work reminiscent of Bowie, and side projects like Velvet Revolver... the guy has got a voice.  As for his frontman cred his stage presence and moves are somewhere between Morrison, Bowie, and Jagger.


Sadly, as time marched on and I got older STP slowly faded away, the drama of Weiland's issues and the start and stop again touring left little to get excited about... STP was becoming the rock n roll cliche. Sure, every so often I would catch a classic STP song either on the radio or on the iPod shuff... but overall, I moved on.


In the past weeks I had even noticed a billboard on Sunset advertising a new STP record. Did I get excited? NOPE! Was I ready to buy? NOPE! Did I care? NOT REALLY!


UNTIL TODAY!!!


Now I'm sure there are those of you who never left and never gave up on STP. And I'm not saying I gave up... I just moved on... so, I don't sit here today thinking I'm breaking some big news. It's just a chance for me to express a rediscovery on my part... this is more for me than you and if it inspires some others to get reacquainted... then great!


So, after returning home from a wine tasting (lame, I know, but shit it was Pahlmeyer... who is going to say no to fucking Pahlmeyer) - I took two hours to lay on the couch and absorb the mass amounts of red wine I had just consumed. As I put my head back into a newly purchased couch pillow from Target (hey, I've got some interior design skills) I turned on the TV and there it was... a 2010 concert STP put on in Chicago that was clearly part of the lead up to the new album which comes out May 25th, 2010... As I watched STP rip through the hits and the new stuff three things happened... I got excited, I was ready to buy, and once again I cared.


Scott Weiland and the rest of STP totally won me back and I look forward to hearing the new album. I also look forward to driving around L.A. and getting reacquainted with the STP albums on my iPod. Whatever Weiland has been through he appears to have come out the other side and his voice is as powerful as ever. The DeLeo brothers kill it on bass and lead guitar and Kretz does his thing on drums... across the board this band is tighter than ever. There is a reason this band has sold over 40 million albums worldwide... The new single Between The Lines is classic STP without sounding dated... it's a song that fits perfectly within their arsenal of jams.


I have yet to ever see them live, but am making a mental note as I type this that I will make an effort to do so this time around. The songs are timeless and hard hitting. While STP came about during the grunge trend they do not live there... they live on... Maybe you think I'm making a big deal about this, and you may say that the rise and fall and rise again potential of STP is just another part of the rock n roll cliche... but not all cliches are bad. It's only bad when the cliche ends with a dead lead singer who couldn't survive the pitfalls of the lifestyle. I am rooting for STP and I am rooting for Weiland. He is one of those performers that makes you want get on stage and strut it like he does... he embodies the essence of the quintessential frontman.


To STP I say this... keep at it and don't stop... You've earned me back as a fan.


Sincerely,
Punchy

Monday, May 17, 2010

Leonard Zelig Lives Here

Who am I? Could there be a lamer question for me to pose? I mean, seriously... in the world of blogs, there are probably a billion blog entries that take on such a question. And for the most part it's a rhetorical question giving the author an excuse to blow his mental load all over you (the reader) and impress you with his/her deep insight into what the true meaning of ones "self" is...

...I find that no matter what someone says about who they are there is no way to know. There will never be a unanimous decision about "who" someone is or was (the latter is reserved mostly for those funeral eulogies wherein friends and family share their thoughts and feelings on the dearly departed). I think ultimately the way we perceive ourselves versus how those perceive us can be far apart. The internal and external are in constant conflict. It's like those stories you hear on the news about people who go on some sort of rampage and when the neighbors are asked about the culprit -- what is it they always say? -- whatever it is, it's almost always in contrast to the event that's occurred.

I think it's like the saying that there are three sides to every story - my side, your side, and the truth... too bad that third part is unattainable. The third side is also someone giving their version of what they think. I guess that makes truth unattainable doesn't it... wow, that's a frustrating notion.

I guess there can be truth when it comes to things in the physical world. I eat an apple and someone says they saw me eat an apple... that's truth... but if I eat that apple and then proclaim it's gross, then we're getting into the emotional grey area of things. Was the apple rotten? Or perhaps I just don't like that particular type of apple.

So, if you wanted to find truth in who I am... well, there is the physical truth like height, weight, eye color, etc etc etc.... no argument there... but once we move beyond that and talk about things like personality that's when things veer off course.

OK -- I'm applying the brakes on this... I can't keep doing this.... these blog entries are getting exhausting. What am I doing? I'm sitting here trying to talk philosophically about shit -- trying to be profound... and that's the last thing I want to be... profound... Like I'm trying to impress you with my deep insights into the world. I barely graduated High School with a 2.0 (granted, I got my shit together in college), but it hardly makes me a great thinker. Gee, Greg -- your thoughts and writings are so good... you really make me take a another look at the world I live in. God, I hope I don't do that... sure, I've got thoughts on things... but I hardly think they're earth shattering concepts.

I want to vomit when I read this. You want to learn about "self", I am sure there are people way more qualified than I am to speak on it. Me? I'm just trying to get through another day. Working my ass off, raising my kids, saving some money, go on some dates, kiss some girls, and whatever goes along with that.

I spend waaaaaaay too much time thinking and thinking and thinking... just TURN THAT SHIT OFF and live for cryin' out loud. I need to stop worrying so much about everything and just take it as it comes and act accordingly... right? That's probably the best advice for living life. So from here on out I will do my best to do just that and stop doing stupid stuff.

And no more blogging for the sake of blogging...I gotta remember that I don't HAVE to come up with stuff... don't force it... just do it when it feels right.

What a shitty topic I started writing about above. "Self".... please - how stupid do I sound. Even the title... ooooh, Greg, you referencing one of the more off beat Woody Allen titles -- you must be into movies.

FUCK THIS! GOODNIGHT

PUNCHY

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Bruce Wayne Affair

I am always slightly weary when I'm mentally preparing to lay down a blog. I am not one of those people who can just spill his guts and lay it all on the table, so I always feel the need to think and rethink what I say -- I don't view this as self-censorship... it's called being responsible. As much as I would like to think it's OK to thumb my nose up at the world, give it the bullocks and write whatever I want - I don't... I feel it to be irresponsible not only to myself but others who are within the inner circle of my life (namely my kids)... sure, there is part of me that would like get into greater detail about my pursuits when it comes the BIG THREE (love, life, and happiness), but it just doesn't feel like the right thing to do. As I mentioned before, I feel some things should be private especially when kids are involved - of course, just by writing this, I'm making it sound like I have something to hide... I don't (at least I don't think so)

To that end, I'd like to start with this. A friend of mine did something recently that I could appreciate (especially given my post marriage pursuits)... right or wrong - healthy or not... he took it upon himself to let it be known how heartbroken he was via his Facebook status. I too was shocked by the sudden break up of he and his girlfriend of one year, but I was in awe at what would come next... not because I necessarily agreed or disagreed with it (I'm still figuring out what I think about it) -- he posted his heartbreak and I watched as FB friend after FB friend began commenting, expressing their thoughts (some witty (like mine), some not (also like mine). I quickly began to grasp what was happening. I then watched as the ex-girl posted a comment (and then must of had second thoughts because it was quickly deleted)... but I then understood -- he had achieved his goal. He got her attention.

You see, he didn't post it because he wanted to let his FB friends know and comment nor did he post it to get "back" at the girl who gutted his heart... it was his way of letting "her" know he was hurt, but still wanted her back - he was trying to get her to respond (and for a moment she did - then deleted it). As Maxwell Smart would say (a la Don Adams) "Missed it by that much" -- I spoke to him later about it and he didn't seem to argue my theory. I expanded it to also conclude that he had turned his FB page into his very own Lloyd Dobler boombox belting out "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel. It was, for lack of a better word, kinda cool in my eyes... (ha, look at what I did there - completely unintentional and something I would normally delete... but fuck it! I'll leave in the cheesy "eyes" wordplay.) So he got a reaction... maybe not the one he wanted, but a reaction nonetheless... and the game continues.



So there is that... I liked that my friend went for it a little. I think sometimes when we have nothing to lose it's good to go for it... Sadly, as I may have mentioned in previous postings - life isn't like the movies and boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back doesn't always happen... In fact, more often than not it doesn't happen. I always preferred the "Some Kind of Wonderful" dynamic anyway (boy gets girl, boy realizes girl isn't the "one", dumps girl, and quickly realizes the close friend, who is a girl, is the "one") basically, get rid of Amanda Jones and go for the tomboy, drum playing Watts (hey, she was a cutie in my opinion) - On another note, I always like watching SKOW because they used my High School as the location and cast all the students as extras -- If I want to revisit my High School as it was in the late 80s, it makes for a great time capsule experience... the only bummer was I myself couldn't be an extra -- I can't remember if it was because I had a SAG card or I just had some other Summer stuff going down... bummer though - It would have been great to see myself in there with the others.

Double Side-Bar: Who would win in a fight? Hardy Jenns from Some Kind or Steff from Pretty In Pink? -- That's some Preppy fight I would like to see.



OK, back to it... there really isn't anything more to say about my friend except that I wish him the best. I don't know enough about the relationship that ended to say one way or the other as far as what happened... but, I'm smart enough to recognize when someone cares about someone else -- and as far as that goes... there is no question he does. I only hope that any woman I encounter knows and understands that any moments of stupidity a guy pulls (and I'm talking in the Lloyd Dobler way - be it phone calls, emails, drunk texting, etc.) are done solely for this reason.

Moving right along.

So, what is the Bruce Wayne Affair you ask? Why is it the title of this blog entry. Well, I will answer it for you my punchy fans. But I will preamble by saying what I always say - please don't construe this as anything more than self observation -- do I get sad sometimes? Yes. Depressed? Sure, but nothing ongoing or to be concerned about. I think these are things that are to be expected and is part of the adjustment period. You have to remember, I have spent the last 18 years living a certain way... and now that is all changing -- 18 years of habit forming instinct, behavior, and being has been altered -- I wonder if there is another version of me that exists in a Back To The Future scenario where my life actually continues to play out as it had been - I wonder if a future version of me or future relative of mine has traveled back in time from the future and somehow triggered all of this... that would be kind of cool in some weird Doc Brown Flux Capacitor sort of way... but again... digression.

As I was saying - my life right now is a series of moments and experiences where each day and moment is impacted by the ever changing landscape that is my life... what's this have to do with Bruce Wayne? I've concluded that I have in essence become a superhero. I currently have two lives playing out -- on one hand -- figuratively speaking, by day I continue to be a hard working publicist with two kids and all is right with the world (I work and when I have the kids I take care of their needs as I have since they were born) - By my account, in those moments nothing has really changed for the most part... however... By night, I am a single man who is starting over - friends, dating, all of it -- starting from scratch - and it can be hard... thank God I've created a blog, because it gives me something to do while I'm waiting for the next thing to start - be it spending time with my kids, waiting for my "single guy" plans, or even just a job related activity.

Remember, I was a guy who up until the end of my marriage always seem to have something to keep him busy, so I'm still figuring out this downtime stuff. Probably the hardest realization I've come to is how little of a social life I have... What's more is I have come to learn how very few guy friends I have compared to the amount of women friends ... almost too many... in fact, I was thinking about putting a brief moratorium on new female friends, because I think this new phase is about needing guy friends (I think it's that wolf pack mentality that helps in the pursuit of the opposite sex) - I used to fancy myself as being in tune with the feminine mystique -- you know where that gets you? The fucking friend zone... and to state it simply... I'm done with the fucking friend zone. This however does not apply to all current female friends -- only new ones need not apply... I think this way must stem from my childhood -- I was raised by women (mom, sisters, etc.) and due to my "late blooming" I had always been more socially accepted by women... In college, I had some good guy friends who to this day are my good friends, but they live in NYC so unfortunately I can't take advantage of that history. So I am off into the world to find more guy friends while I let the "nice guy" friend zone version of me die on the vine. How does this all play into the Bruce Wayne Affair? It indirectly does... it's just another example of how my two lives are playing out.

Hopefully at some stage in this game the two worlds will slowly fold into one another and I will once again have one life... but for now I am doomed to keep two identities afloat. That of mild-mannered working father and that of... of... of... I need a cool superhero name.... I need to give this some thought.

OK -- So now this post feels like an incomplete meditation on stuff... but then again I think that's OK as long as the reader finds it entertaining.

Go with a smile!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

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A Playlist...

Something I've been meaning to post....

End Times -- Eels


Foolish Love -- Rufus Wainwright


You Can Do Better Than Me -- Death Cab for Cutie

The First Days of Spring -- Noah and the Whale

Bruised -- Ben Folds


Ghost In You -- The Psychedelic Furs


There Is A Light That Never Goes Out -- The Smiths


Lucky Man -- The Verve


On Your Side -- Pete Yorn


3 GymnopĂ©dies: No. 1 -- Pascal RogĂ©


Nobody's Fault But My Own -- Beck


Dig -- Incubus


The Finish Line -- Snow Patrol

Sunday, May 2, 2010

MISSION STATEMENT

My Name is Mr. Punchy....

So... I'm blogging now -- Does that officially make me a blogger? I, in essence, have opened my internal diary for those who care to learn about what's going on in my head (however, I will be the first to admit I keep things pretty general... I believe some things are meant to be private) ... so I'll ask the question again... does that make me a blogger?  I guess?  What is a the goal of a blogger?  Is it to be discovered as some great new voice of a generation?  Is it with the hope that some network executive will be so entertained by the talent oozing from the text they'll be inclined to turn the blog into a TV series?  Is it to meet chicks?  Is it to keep from going insane?  Is it to keep from going insane?  Is it to keep from going insane?  Is it -- aw, you get what I'm getting at.... whatever the reason (which I don't even think I know yet) -- I'm here.  I titled my blog "A Punch In The Face" not to be funny... although I get a kick out of it when someone of Facebook becomes a fan of my FB page for APITF and it says "so-and-so" likes A Punch In The Face.  I titled it that because I feel I have experienced my share of ups and downs in life and I truly feel that some days are no different to getting a punch in the face...

So, how did I get here... do you care?

On Sept 15th, 2009 -- I had a moment... I was knee deep in my marital separation and the changes happening in my life... and I had a moment -- and I wrote blogged about it.  It was filled with anger, and frustration, and all the things I needed to say, I said... needless to say it concerned some folks.  It's like when you're seven-years-old and you're going swimming with your friends.  You walk out to the pool and are looking into the water from the edge trying to determine how cold it is.  You toe it and realize it's freezing - next thing you know your "friend" pushes you in and you just have to take it.  So let's say I was pushed in... life pushed me in the blog pool.

But in the days following I mellowed out and reported back with some more blogs about what I was feeling.  It's like I was returning to the same ice cold pool and was trying to ascertain the best (least cold) way of getting in... there never is one.

In the beginning, I chose the normal shallow end route (the most difficult by far) where I step in inch by inch, shivering as the cold blog pool water slowly moves up to my waist. This is the point of no return... Once we commit past the waist line there is no going back -- meanwhile, my blog friends who are well into the pool are splashing around, coaxing, goading, what have you.... I'm faced with a choice. Turn around, go inside, and play with my Atari 2600 -- or -- dunk myself in and commit to it. I'd say I've chosen the latter. Today, I jump in the pool without worry and am learning to swim, while also learning what fun can be had... Marco Polo, Cannonballs off of the diving board, splash fighting, seeing how long I can swim underwater without coming up for air... and dare I say peeing in the pool without anyone noticing (SIDE NOTE: I remember swimming at summer camp and being told not to pee in the pool and that there was a special chemical in the chlorine that would change color if you did... needless to say that as a child there was lots of urinating in the pool going on and the pool never changed color) -- you get the picture.

So now I'm posting blogs on a somewhat regular basis (I try for weekly at the very least) - and I'm enjoying it... first and foremost it's got me writing again - something I've put off for a long time.. as some of you may or may not know or care for that matter.  Writing was something I used to enjoy and for about a five year period actually got paid to do (PAID!) -- I got chewed up and burnt out by it, and I just didn't have it in me to do it anymore. In the last year, with all the changes in my life, and new found free time, I've opted to return to it in this new form. I'm less concerned with telling a narrative three act story at this point and am just free balling it for the time being. My hope is it can lead to something more concrete. I'm discovering who I am as a writer and what my voice is.  I used to write as a means to avoid having to dig too deep - funny stuff, but nothing groundbreaking.  In the past I tried returning to that style of writing and it's just not who I am anymore (part of me does miss that voice though) - Now, it's sort of like an emotional puberty if you will - Now, is the time to write for me.  I used to write to gain the approval of others (and while there will always be a part of it that's about approval from the masses - hence my FB page A Punch In The Face that links to this... it's no longer the sole purpose). I will write no matter what because I like it. If I find followers who enjoy reading it... great.   It is encouraging when people you don't know you comment on a posting because they simply relate to what you've written. To me, that counts for a lot. The same way I discover a film or album or artist that I feel an instant connection to and I enjoy for me -- not because it's what my friends are listening to -- and with that I will take a brief moment to highlight some of these --

Things I love:

Paul Thomas Anderson's "Magnolia" and "Punch Drunk Love"




Eels albums "Electro-Shock Blues" and "End Times"





Bruce Willis as John McClane


Ishtar
(seriously... whoever heard of a hit that had the word "herb" in it)


And thanks to Hipstercrite, I've come to love this Talking Heads song (read the posting, then listen to the song)

Of course, there are a lot of things I love outside of pop culture - first and foremost, my kids...

Seriously, whenever I'm in doubt personally or professionally, I look to those two and can immediately cast self-doubt aside. They are simply... the best.  I am truly blessed to have two amazing kids and it's a result of two very dedicated parents.

Okie Dokie - It's Sunday... so now I would like to bid you all a fond farewell for the day... I have some work I need to finish, was thinking about checking out "Exit Through The Gift Shop" and some drinks later on tonight at Roger Room (see, it's fun playing with all this blog stuff - linking and what not).

Oh, wait -- I forgot to tell you my mission statement.... the mission is... there is no mission -- I'm just going to keep writing.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

BLOG ON THE RUN - aka Coffee & Cake



Melrose - Tuesday April 27th, 2010 - 9:30pm PST

So - here I sit ... sipping coffee and getting ready to enjoy a slice of blackout choco pound cake at Urth Cafe on Melrose (yes, the place where every episode of Entourage is filmed) -- This frickin' city amazes me... it's like the city itself is one big studio backlot... but I digress.

I've come to realize -- wah-huh -- HOLY SHIT!!!! They just delivered my pound cake and it's enough for 3 - Christ, nothing like big portions to remind you you're by yourself... Anyway - back to it!

I've come to realize this... I no longer know what I want when it comes to women (at least when it comes to relationships). I mean, sure, the physical connection is awesome and even just having amazing conversation with a girl is great, which obviously works more within the realm of the emotional connection... but where the two intersect are now more unclear than they've ever been -- I no longer know what I'm looking for... It is a feeling that is both freeing and horrifying --

I do know this (and I've spoken about it before) -- I want to love someone and I want someone to love me back ... But who I was before and who I am today are so different. I am a stranger in my own skin -- I am a relationship junkie going through withdrawals because the relationship drug I had become accustomed to no longer works - in some ways it's hell - hey, at least they serve cake and coffee here in hell.

So, what is it I want? What's the fix I need to cure this uncomfortable feeling I have? God, I wish I knew. I know that I used to think life played out like a movie - where fate and love at first sight were a given and everything had some sort of meaning or connection (there was some sort of story being told). I'm not saying those things are impossible -- especially the LAFS thing (love at first sight!)... But I think that when we're young and idealistic we're more willing to give ourselves over to those concepts. But when you've lived through it and you're coming out the other end - there is just... just... just - I don't know the word. Hope? Maybe that's the word. I hope... I am hopeful that it can and will happen again for me.... however, I'm realizing that it's going to be different and it's going to take time. I don't mean different as far as the external - I mean different internally. The way I experience it, the way I process it, the way I act in it. I am no longer the person I once was, so there is no way for me to expect my relationships to play out as they once did.

Please don't ask me if there is a point to all this rambling -- I couldn't tell you... That's why it's called rambling. This is me with an hour to kill and this is how I choose to spend it -- with me, myself, and cake & coffee and some stream of consciousness word play.

A year ago I was killing it at Tribeca Film Festival for a client and upon my return I found myself to be a stranger in a strange land. Yes, I've been able to navigate and stay the course, but it's unlike anything I've ever experienced. I always knew this outcome was possible, but I never fathomed what it would feel like. And even now it's indescribable -- I sit here, looking around, and I watch the man and woman sitting nearby who are clearly meeting for the first time for coffee to see if there is potential - I see a woman selling roses - I see men sitting with men discussing women - I see women sitting with women discussing men -- and Frank Sinatra plays through Urth's speakers (he's got the world on a string)... And here I sit - cup of coffee and too much cake -- too much cake.... yeah

I think what I'm trying to say is - and I don't say this to out of depression or sadness - I say it with hope (I like that word) -- what I'm trying to say is... I think it would be nice to have someone to share my cake with...

:)

GL

Thursday, April 15, 2010

MORE VIDEO FUN:



Not sure what I love more -- this song or Phil Collins suit... it's a tie! (or lack of one? Get it?)



A favorite! GREAT MOVIE! LOVE THE "Work Me Down" SONG! Love the singer's energy.... also, have an odd memory of knowing the girl in the green dress, but can't remember how.

TO BE CONTINUED

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Saturday, April 10, 2010

THE RULES ARE... THERE ARE NO RULES.



Granted, that scene is an extreme example of how bad it can get for a guy... but the scene works because it's true in what it's trying to say. We've all been there, we've all felt the anxiety attributed to what is or isn't the right move in our attempts to court members of the opposite sex (or the same sex for that matter - although that's probably a whole different can of business I know nothing about). In that moment, Mikey is just a man desperate for something/someone and he's so afraid of messing it up, it's exactly what he achieves. Doesn't make him a bad person... he's simply human... but alas, as a guy, we feel like assholes when experiencing moments like this because our insecurities and neediness are getting the better of us.

What I also understand about this scene is that it shows how we as men like to roll on instinct and it's society's "rules" that muck it up for us... in fact, much is said in "Swingers" about the "rules" - Me? I've never liked them when it comes to relationships and feel that trying to instill rules sets one on a path of constant self doubt. Additionally, I feel it simply moves men and women away from the most important element of a relationship... "truth". As soon as we try to play by rules, we're ceasing to be honest and in turn "truth" is suddenly relegated to the back seat. I don't know about you, but I think that's wack (yeah, I said wack - what of it?!). Ultimately, Mikey is being faulted for daring to be honest, daring to act on instinct and doing what he wanted. If he didn't have self doubt already in place because of the rules his friends try to instill in him, he wouldn't have given the call a second thought... it's who he is.

I think if it were up to us, we would see what it is we want and go after it - bottom line. Screw how much time we're suppose to wait to call. I meet a girl - I want to see her... WTF am I waiting for? We're then either accepted or rejected and act accordingly (the rules really have no place in this world)... for cavemen, it was a matter of clubbing a lady on the head and dragging her into your cave... at least, that's what the funny cartoons from the days or yore would have us believe. I would like to lead my newly single life by this philosophy, but I am working against a system that's been place for God knows how long.

What do we know about rules? Well, first and foremost, they are limiting and once you try and limit someone's behavior they are immediately more drawn to want to go against it. Tell me not to do something and I'm more inclined to want to do it plain and simple. And, make an individual play by rules and you're no longer getting a true picture of who the person is. That's not to say there aren't guys who will wait three days to pick up the phone, but if that's who they are... then great - as long as they're being true to themselves and not doing it because they think that's what they have to do.

Now you may think I'm just laying this on men or saying that men have it tougher than women? I'm not. In fact, my guess would be that women experience these same moments but in different ways. I'm not a woman, so I couldn't say with any degree of certainty. I'll leave it to you ladies to tell me. If I'm to believe that men are from Mars and women are from Venus, then I must accept we are opposites (not talking about interests, hobbies or even religious beliefs - I'm talking about the hoo-ha and hey-nany-nany). It's this core difference which makes us opposites. What's it mean? Like LOVE it's probably indecipherable.

SIDE NOTE: Please don't take this as a sweeping generalization. I do know there are exceptions to all this... I definitely do not see the world in black & white.

So, with that, I ask this question. Is the instinct for "action" on the part of a man when it comes to pursuing the ladies countered with the woman's ability to be inactive... especially in the initial phase of the pursuit? Again, I have to look to the ladies to speak on their attitude/motivation when it comes to this. Or maybe it's because women potentially have more options (more suitors)that they can distract themselves while they decide who they want to move on.

Obviously there are endless debates as to how long one should wait to call, kiss, or run the train, etc., etc. - But I believe it's Mikey's insecurity, self doubt, or whatever you want to call it based on the shitty advice he gets that kills it before it can start... and that stinks like yesterday's garbage.

I would like to go on record and tell all of you reading this to do away with the rules. Do what you want to do and enjoy doing it... be your true self whatever that is and don't apologize for your actions. You want to call that girl up the next day (or even that night like Mikey did) - FUCKING DO IT! Or don't. I don't care... as long as it's what you're honestly feeling.

Now go out there and find love, mother fucker!

GL