August 14, 2006

Hey Superstars!

Happy August 14th.
I love this day. A true national holiday celebrating nothing.
I really love nothing.
This summer I did a bit of nothing and it felt real good.
I went to a heap of baseball games.
I caught a foul ball! (Iíve been going for years and never caught one
Until now)
I went camping. Man, what a good time that was.
We didnít shave and we went to the loo outside.
People wrote songs and I was the camp counselor.
Next summer weíre doing 2 (count Ďem) song trips.
You guys are going to love it.

Oh yeah; I signed a new management deal!
3 year contract with lawyers and guns and faxes and
money. I havenít had a manager in years.
Hasnít it been obvious?
I am so happy to turn things over to them.
Blind Ambition Management.
They are very nice people and I am lucky to
have them interested in me.
They saw my showcase at SXSW and it
didnít scare them.
They manage The Blind Boys of Alabama
and Charlie Musselwhite and an up and coming
songwriter named Pieta Brown.
So look for good things on the horizon.
Pretty soon we will all be superstars!
Even you guys.

Click here to be a superstar!

Are you liking your magazine
That you bought at the store today?
Does it make you feel good that
youĎre keeping your house
the Martha Stewart way.
When you flip through the scented pages
Does your heart make a little fuss?
When you take a crap do you like knowing that
stars are just like us?

Hey superstars!
Youíre just like us
Weakly the stars are just like us

I used to think that I was a star
Because I sang to the movie Fame
But when I got in front of a real audience
It didnít really feel the same
But then I discovered magazines
And they helped me to feel so just
I found peace of mind
I was feeling so fine
Cuz the stars are just like us
Hey superstars!
Youíre just like us
Weakly the stars are just like us

Now the audience really cheers
Especially if theyíre drunk
And the magazine gives me fashion tips
And now I can look like a hunk
So Iím liking my magazines
That I bought at the store so far
it makes me feel good that Iím keeping my house
just like a superstar
Hey superstars!
Youíre just like us
Weakly the stars are just like us
(And Iím a superstar too
And you guys could be
One day maybe if youíll follow me
Weíll all be superstars!
Yay for us.)

Posted by steve at August 14, 2006 1:20 PM


Is that grey in that beard or powder from hostess donut gems.

Posted by: cuzin at August 14, 2006 2:11 PM

Congratulations....that's great ...and you caught a foul ball too.

you aren't gonna turn into a Diva now are you?


Posted by: rain at August 14, 2006 5:09 PM

YAY Steeeevy!!

When ya playin Santa Barbara again? I have a present for ya, and them things don't live forever.

Ya know what's good? Mezzetta sweet cherry peppers in a beer. Adds a nice briny/vinegary zing. Try it in an O'Doul's, Stevo.

Posted by: Rev Spankalot at August 14, 2006 6:54 PM

Can't wait to see you @ Lou & Rain's in October...congrats, but I hope the new mgmt deal doesn't mean goodbye to the living room shows!

Posted by: david at August 14, 2006 8:56 PM


or drunk. yeah, that's more likely. Drunk. Whew! I was startin' to worry!

Posted by: jamie the cat guy at August 15, 2006 6:54 AM

congrats to you steven!! a choice well made, a ball nicely caught... and fine use of trash mags in "song." i read us weekly once, made me smile away some tears. then i went and threw up my lunch, you know - to be one with paris. i won't be happy until you superstar in rent. fame is so 1980's.

Posted by: ash at August 15, 2006 8:46 AM

wow, first george gets a myspace page, then you get a new management deal!?!?


I startin' to think this global warming thing must be true...

Posted by: sean at August 15, 2006 9:02 AM

oh yeah, and congrats!!!! awesome news!!!!

Posted by: sean at August 15, 2006 9:03 AM

nice work steven! i'm proud of you.

whenever you decide to shave off the beard, can you first make it into a porn stache, take a photo of it, and then send me it? you know i would do it for you.

mucho gracias.

Posted by: mitch at August 15, 2006 12:32 PM

You look pissed...not in the English drunk kind of way but in the I'm mad at you kind of way. Kudos to you on the management deal. Tell them to get you to Atx before November.

Posted by: lisa at August 15, 2006 12:54 PM

I'm scared of you having management. Does that mean you'll be all organized now and shite? Where's the fun in that?!

Posted by: Frag at August 15, 2006 3:20 PM

YAY! for camping and feeling a breeze on your bum as you relieve yourself outdoors...
YAY! for management deals...
YAY! for traveling and unraveling...
YAY! for upcoming tour dates...

i like the new look captain steverino.
who is it that i'm thinking of when i see this pic?
is it jack kerouac? no
is it a svelte ernest hemingway? no
is it viggo mortensen? perhaps.
i'm still scratching my head...

btw, my eyes are drawn to the dramatic and colorful painting on the wall behind you. as rob would say, it is quite dali-esqe with more of a max ernst likeness. the colors are alluring and bold.

here's to superstardom and future living room shows!
yours in christ,

Posted by: woo woo big mouth at August 15, 2006 11:47 PM

Since its posting on Aug. 14 and subsequent verification as a 'Rubens masterpiece," this image--known as 'Hey Superstars' has been a source of consternation and controversy. Is this in fact a Baroque masterpiece by the Flemish master himself or are monkeys flying out of its ass? Let's examine the evidence.

Multiple 'X' composition, expressive brushwork, big gestures and emotion. Scumbling (No, that's not a sex position.). Tenebrism, with a strong light source from the right side.

As we well know, the Council of Trent dictated acceptable means of representation of art, including: 1) New Testament subject matter (Virgin Mary must have big bazongas and Christ must be hung like a horse), 2) Color Iconography (What's black and white and red all over?), and 3) Swallow, don't spit.

Rubens, of course, was a master of both Protestant and Catholic representation, and here we see the master exhibiting his true power. The hirsute protagonist represents the world-weary musician as well as the Christ figure. Note the spare black attire and stern Calvinist gaze of the figure. Beneath his stoic trappings, however, his true colors emerge: his white undershirt--indicating purity--is subverted by the glaring red collar--the color of sin, passion, and erotic love.

The painting in the background, which by its compositional placement has masterfully been associated with the head of the protagonist, expresses the inner thoughts of our 'naughty Jesus.' 'Yes, I'm hung like a horse, and I'm running roughshod over you--in fact, I'll drag along for the ride, you poor monkey." Note the insolent, over-the -shoulder-head-toss of the horse, as he turns his ass toward the holy blue heavens. Meanwhile, the earthly red of the ground intersects with said horse's ass--as well as the top of the head of our 'naughty Jesus.'

The symbology of the murky green wall is twofold: 1) the seductive call of the almighty green dollar, up against 2) the opposing call of the nurturing force of the green bosom of nature. His is a soul divided; which force will prevail?

Once again, we are drawn to the intent gaze of the protagonist--he of the straight nose and set jaw. His defiant expression confirms beyond all doubt: If you don't swallow, I'll spit.

Verdict: 1) If only there were some boobies, I could be sure that this is, truly, a Rubens masterpiece, and 2) "There's mines over there, there's mines over there, and watch out those goddamn monkeys bite, I'll tell ya. "--Dennis Hopper, Apocalyapse Now (who vaguely resembles our protagonist in this picture, no?).

I don't care if it's Rubens or not; it's still a masterpiece.

Posted by: assmonkey at August 16, 2006 1:34 AM

i don't deal with change very well....

Posted by: spring at August 16, 2006 3:35 PM


We comin' to Pioneertown. I bringin' ya a Poltz Burrito and some vegan whipped cream in true pioneer spirit, oh and some beer too I s'pose.

With love,
your team in palm springs (well there's at least one left!)

Posted by: tanya at August 18, 2006 9:34 PM

I like the beard, and great hair too. Why do some people get better with age???

Posted by: mteacup at August 19, 2006 4:18 PM

I cought a baseball once at the old Jack Murphy Stadium. I was sitting in the second row behind first base, had lots to drink before that ball came at me, I had my glove in hand....when smash! It hit me in the face. They had to carry me out in an ambulence (I can't spell)

That was the second time my nose got broke with a baseball! The first time was when I was a catcher on The UCSD Medical Center girls softball team, it was dusk and the lights were bothering my contacts, a ball came flying in from centerfield (I never miss these) and as I was pullin my mask up over my face...boom..right in the nose!. They had to carry me away in an ambulence.

The last time I broke my nose, my rich doctor friend stood me up for new Years Eve and so drank the 2 bottles of champaine, the 375ml bottle of Irish Mist and smoked one, or was it 2 joints. I don't remember.

I woke up on New Years day with what I thought was a baaad hangover, until I looked in the mirror, somehere during te night a wall (not a ball this time) must have jumped out in front of me!

I wear the crooked nose as a trophy of my past.

I am so glad you caught the ball so it wouldn't hurt that purrrrrti face of yours

Love you

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