I’m sure you’ve heard it before.  It goes by many names; Murphy’s Law, Mercury in Retrograde, Human Error, Bad Luck, Black Cats, Lucky Number 13...if you believe in superstitions or voodoo (I do), some times the Universe has its own inexplicable plan and the best thing you can do is surrender to it’s omnipotent and unrelenting forces.  In the end, everythin

When I was 19 I got a job at a NaNa, a sort of punk rock atelier.  A fresh face from Orange County, new to LA, just enrolled in Santa Monica City College, came to LA to play in bands, make records and make it big (so I thought).  Anything music related I was drawn to.  I had begged a friend’s girlfriend who had managed a NaNa location on 3rd Street in Los Ang

I live in a great part of West Hollywood.  I feel connected to my community, I should, I’ve lived in West Hollywood going on 22 years.  Originally from the suburbs of Laguna Beach I vowed in a praetorian declaration to my mother as a wholly confident 12 year old that I would never live more than 5 miles from the ocean, and if circumstances were such, death would become me.  Shortly after High School I traded in my surf gear for a pair of drumsticks, stricken by Rock N Roll fever I followed my sickness to Los Angeles where a cure waited from

There are only three moments during the evolution of TLS that I had friends or a girlfriend take an actual photo of me signing a contract.  These three moments were life markers, measuring my belief and my believed stations of critical magnitude for TLS.  The first photo is when I signed the Hasbro contract.  “Proud” lacked definition compared the feeling I had.  It was pure joy, wonderment, disbelief – as if I was awarded a movie roll on the next Leonardo DiCaprio blockbuster.  “Who, me!?”   When

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