The Sweet Smell of Success
(Paul Anderson’s taking the holiday weekend off. Guest bloggers Mo and Lester Twang from Barstow are filling in.)
Item! Thursday night at the Riviera Magazine Spring Fashion party at South Coast Plaza — was that Kedric Francis we saw drinking a vodka tonic with an OCC cheerleader? What would his girlfriend say? What a scandal!
UPDATE! Whoopsie! That was Kedric’s girlfriend he was talking to. One too many Cosmos for us that night! Sorry, fella!
Item! Who thought it was smart to put out one of the heat lamps right when the party finally was able to start after the band finally finished playing? Was that Ashley Eckenweiler, maestro of the OC Music Awards, canoodling next to the one functioning heat lamp with Zac Efron? And did he shave his head for a new movie role? He must be doing some method-actor thingie as he insisted that everyone, including Mr. OC Music Awards Luke Allen, call him Grant.
Item! Who was that band? Which leads us to …
Item! Much of the crowd followed Shima Soffer over to the Blue Beet in Newport, her dad Sid’s one-time stomping grounds, and we were all treated to the Barstow Boyz, a band that I think Mo and I concluded changed our lives.
Rarely, have we seen a group of rockers such as this. Remember these names:
Rim Morrisson – vocals
Nils Hammer – bass
Mixl Rose – guitar
Roger Daly – drums
Led by dynamic frontman Rim Morrisson,
the band rocked late into the night with all-original songs that sounded like instant classics. “Don’t Stop Believin’,” “Hot For Teacher,” “Breakin’ the Law,” “Barracuda,” and “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap,” stood out. And where did he get those red leather pants?! We must have a pair. Rim, if you’re reading this, please tell us who your tailor is.
Item! Speaking of tailors, Mixl, you’re going to want to talk to yours about things falling out of your shorts. What was that curious-looking object anyway? Talk about a stimulus package! It looked like a baby’s arm.
Item! Was that really Rolls Royce salesman extraordinaire Roger Fletcher shaking his booty with lovely wife Eve also footloose long into the night? Oh well, who can blame them? The Barstow Boyz appeal to every generation. We half-expect to next see Roger flying up the 10 in one of those Rolls Royces to see Macca at Coachella next week.
Item! Did you see Satisfaction pianist Matthew Fletcher talking shop with pop star producer Ron “Spider” Entwistle? Could they be collaborating on a new disco dance record? Or will Satisfaction welcome a bass player named Entwistle (no relation to John, of course)?
Item! Speaking of talking shop, Mo learned her lesson but good about checking her Facebook during a rock show when Rim Morrisson busted her on it during a song. (Oh, and, Mo, don’t try to shoplift the booty — even lead singers have their limits).
Item! Was that Daily Pilot city editor Paul Anderson being dubbed The B Boys’ “No. 1 Fan” by the OC Weekly? Better watch out, Mr. Anderson. We know a certain local blogger who’ll repeatedly use that image of you making the sign of the devil on his blog.
(HT to the fabulous Shima Soffer for her expert photography!)
paul – you look like you had so much fun at the blue beet! have you ever played in a band? you look like a rock star, if i’ve ever seen one. a man with brains and love for music… a dream. if you ever need a guest blogger, remember that i’m YOUR #1 fan. happy easter and come back to us soon… miss your blogs. laurel.
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