Oki Dog Misfits

Much has been written about the origins of punk rock music in Los Angeles, but perhaps lost in the footnote of history is a place called Oki Dog, a fast-food restaurant that was located on Santa Monica Boulevard in the heart of what was hardcore Hollywood.

In the late 70s, early 80s, it was the place to be and be seen in Los Angeles, especially if you were into the punk rock movement. Seminal SoCal punk bands hung out there regularly, including members of The Germs, The Circle Jerks, Suicidal Tendancies, Bad Religion and others.

Greg Graffin, lead singer Bad Religion, wrote about Oki Dog in his 2010 Book, “Anarchy Evolution: Faith, Science and Bad Religion in a World Without God”:

Oki Dog was the center of our misfit universe, said Pete Finestone, former drummer of Bad Religion (who also happens to be my husband). “It was a place where you could meet and talk to other people and find out you weren’t alone in your feelings of being the outsider… the freak.”

Rocker Courtney Love’s New Clothing Line Comes Under Scrutiny

Creativity fuels the soul. When we’re creative, time stands still, the mind explodes with wonder and ideas, and passion exudes from every pore. Bottom line, the world is a mad, mad, place.

Very few creative types are truly originals, even fewer are perhaps what you would consider successful, but one thing all creative people share is passion for their art.

And this brings me to rock icon, Courtney Love, who recently debuted a new fashion line she calls, “Never the Bride”. Love first tweeted photos of her clothes back in October. Since then, it’s made headlines in various online publications like Huffington PostThe Hollywood Reporter, and the Daily Mail.

But one thing that hasn’t been discussed in these articles is the back story to the story.  And it involves an award winning Austin, Texas based fashion designer, named Dawn Younger-Smith, aka “Boudoir Queen”.  For a short time, Dawn designed and sold clothes to Courtney Love. They were also involved in a very public defamation lawsuit- one that Love lost.

Dawn is an old friend of my husband’s….

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THE SURF RODEO

The scene: Ventura, California

The Venue: The Beach

The Event: ”Surf Rodeo”

What’s a Surf Rodeo? Well, I’m told it involves surfers wearing cowboy hats and bands rocking out on a stage at the beach. For years, it was a must see annual, weekend event in beautiful Ventura, California.

My husband’s friend John Drury is bringing back the “Surf Rodeo” next year with the help of “Roadshow Revival” productions (the team behind the Johnny Cash Music Festival).

But to get folks hyped up now, they held a “mini rodeo” on the beach in Ventura over the weekend.

Amazing venue to listen to music and boogie a little too. Pefect setting to catch the honky-tonk punk band “Jackass”.

Look closer- that’s my hubs banging on the drum kit. And yup, that’s my wee one playing his bongo on stage. Total family affair.

Some of the sights and sounds from vendors who setup on the boardwalk.

You didn’t have too look too far to find the real deal. This lil’ guy was on the swing next to my kid. Odd, but cute.

I’m sure we’ll be up here next year- COWBOY UP!

NEIL DIAMOND: 40TH ANNIVERSARY OF “HOT AUGUST NIGHT”

An amazing and rare date night with my husband. We saw the one and only NEIL DIAMOND-at this historic Greek Theater in Los Angeles last night.  

But this wasn’t just any Neil Diamond concert— it was his final gig celebrating the 40th anniversary of his legendary album “Hot August Night”.  

 A special thanks to our friend Mark who helped us score tickets to this sold out show. 

We arrived about 30 minutes early and decided to walk around, check out the sites.

I’ve seen Neil three other times— and it’s always fun to people watch at his concerts.

We made it to our seats— time for a photo op.

And then the people watching continued. You just never know who you are going to see at a concert in Los Angeles…. 

Look closer,  that’s comedian David Spade. Who knew he was a Diamond fan?

Finally… the main event.  Not too shabby- 17 rows back.

The view behind us.  There were no “Tree People” this time around, but ain’t the Greek gorgeous?

Neil Diamond is killer- 71 years old and one of the best showman I’ve ever seen.  

Driving into work this morning, I  heard a “Kings of Leon” song on the radio.   Nothing earth shattering about that, but what happened next was so oddly liberating.  The song triggered a memory of a dream I had last night involving, you guessed it, the “Kings of Leon”.  

In the dream, I initially had thought I was dating one of the brothers—not the lead singer, but the other one.  Yes, I know there are 3 brothers in the band and a cousin, but I can’t remember which brother.  But  if I had to guess it was the drummer just because I dig drummers (if you read this blog you know this). 

Anyway, it’s not about which Followill brother I was dating.  It’s about what happened next.    You see, during the dream,  I remember being so nervous watching them sing on stage and wondering, anticipating what was going to happen backstage after the show.

Would the drummer talk to me? Was I really his girl?  You know.. stupid shit that matters to you during a crush.

While I contemplated the after party, I remember that all of them were smiling at me lovingly during their set.  And it wasn’t just the drummer who I think I thought I was dating.   The band was so lovely, and yet it was all so strange.  I was the center of their attention… they all loved me.   

Fast forward to the after party. I remember it being filled with beautiful young hipsters—both male and female and strangely, they all looked the same- kind of like when you walk into a cafe in Silver Lake/Echo Park.   

Anyway-when I walked through the door to the after party, the boys of the Kings of Leon came right up to me and gave me a warm embrace.  One after the other, they all wanted to hug me.  I remember thinking, “ What the fuck was happening?”.  Was I a band whore?  Was I “doing” the entire Followill family?  Side note—some might say that was plausible in my early days…however, I maintain that shit would NEVER of happened.

Anyway… back to the dream.  During one of the KOL hugs, something so shocking happened:  one of the band members called me “Mom” (I think I gasped in my dream because I gasped remembering the moment in the car this morning).  

The dream ended shortly after that.. the moment I came to the realization that I was the Queen of the Kings of Leon.  I was their mother.  There would be no need for special favors after the show.  I was their fucking mother.  And people, that is the best “all access” pass a girl could ever have.

 

3 Reasons Why Coachella Ain’t What it Use to Be…

1) Trying too hard:  For the record, Pocahontas is the only one who ever rocked this look.

2) Arriving at the concert on your G6:

3) And finally, The end is near:


She’s back!!!  Fionna Apple played SxSW last night.  This is her new song:  ”Every Single Night.”  Cannot wait for her new album to drop in the summer.  

HUSBAND “FAN” MAIL

Dear Anonymous,

I got home last night from work to find your mail in our mail box.   You obviously took the time to track down my husband to our home address, but unfortunately you didn’t leave a return address (or give your name).  So hence, the blog post.

I want to thank you for the encouraging words. However, you should know that Jesus has loved Pete for 40+ years, even during his time in “Bad Religion”.   

God Bless,

Pete’s Wife