blitchin

More than just a rad Twisted Sister song, it’s become a motto for millions.

I was raised by 2 people who knew the value of getting a motorcycle. Both of my parents rode before I was born, and my Dad got back in the saddle when I was about 18 or so.  When I was a little kid I would go into the shed that my Father kept his old bike in and pretend to ride it.  I thought it looked just like Fonzi’s bike on Happy Days and my dream in life was to have my own bike and ride forever.

I started on dirt bikes when I was 21, and then bought a vintage beater that I only took around the block a few times because I didn’t have a Motorcycle License.  6 years ago, (when I lived in Brooklyn) I sold that old classic, got my license (finally) and bought a much cooler bike.  I’ve had her longer than any other vehicle, and most of that time my bike has been all I had.

Out here in LA the weather is pretty good to ride year round. Most of the time I’ve been here I rode alone.  Nowadays we’ve got a small crew of rock n roll misfits that like to ride together on Sunday’s and hunt for dollar tacos on Mondays.

If I had my way, my whole band would be on bikes, most of my friends would ride, and parking laws wouldn’t apply to us.

And?  What’s my point?

I put off getting my license for so many years because I took the test once, and failed. What was worse, was that I had to pay for the test anyway.

It put me off from reaching out and going for it again because I failed one time and blew $40. A little disappointment, and  a couple of bucks was what I let rob me of my dream to be a motorcyclist.

One day I was in Midtown Manhatten walking past DMV and I said “Today is the Day I get my permit!!” I walked right up there, got in line, took my test and passed.  I signed up for the MSS course in my neighborhood, and had my license within days.   It took a lot of work, and a plan, and not letting anything stop me – and I did it.

That was all in the summer of 2005 and I have been riding that bike ever since.

I love my bike, I love to ride, and I really love Sundays with the guys.

Most of all I love this - One day I had enough of how things ‘had been’ and I had the balls to say “This is what’s going to happen today.”

I took the action that made a difference, opened up a whole new chapter in my life, and never regretted it.

Today is the day I invite YOU to do one thing, just ONE thing that you have been putting off for years. Something that you can complete today, and change your life forever.

Big or small – I don’t care !  Just go for it.

Declare what you are going to do, then do it.

Your life will get a whole new slice of awesome.

I promise.

It was one of those nights I’ll never forget.

We stood in the garage, and asked ourselves how this baby should turn out, what should she look like, and where to start. We had the tools, paint, parts, and the know how. Well, he had the know how,  - I had a dream.

My dream was to build the coolest& fastest  Pinewood Derby Race Car my Cub Scout Pack had ever laid eyes on.

We worked on that baby all night ( about 2 or 3 hours for a 7 year old).

It was black, with a red racing stripe, and a shot of WD-40 in the wheels for speed. I was so impressed with my Father for knowing how to make my vision real. I was thrilled just to spend the night working on something cool together.

I can’t remember what, but within a day or 2 I did something bad and was being punished. I either lied, or stole, or some other dumb kid thing I did all the time, and I had to stay home the night of the Pinewood Derby Cub Scout Race. What was worse, was that my entire family went to MY RACE WITHOUT ME !!

“It’s NOT FAIR !!” I shouted, cried, and threw a tantrum. How could they do this to me? This was the most important night ever!!!!   What about the awesome night we stayed up and built my car ? It was such a moment! What did I do? How could I have been so stupid?

I felt as awful that night as a little kid could feel.

Some few hours later, my family came home, and they were feeling much better than I was.

They had news…  I came in 2nd Place.

WHAT!?? How is that possible?

My Dad had not punished me at all. He made me stay home to demonstrate that there are consequences for all of my actions in life, and that’s just what’s so. And he let my older brother race my car for me.

The car my Dad & I built kicked ass that night. And while I will always wish I was there to share that with my Father, and see it for myself, I know I got something 100 times more valuable. I learned how to have faith and believe in the heart of others, and accept the consequences of my actions.

My Dad will forever be one of the most incredible men in my life.

Alright – here’s the deal.

I ain’t been out enough, haven’t seen my friends in a while, and I feel like throwing a party. As it turns out YOU NEED a party.  You work too much, haven’t gotten thrilled in a while, and to tell the truth… that band you saw last week was kinda gay.

SO….

MONDAY  Oct 24th @ DRAGONFLY

It’s my annual “Because I Fuckin Feel Like a Party!” party.

Blitch66 & The Americana Deth Cult will punch a smile right on your mug, bless your soul to the beat of savage excess, kick in the pants, watch ya dance, –  and leave you talking about it for about a year. You’ll scream, sweat, jump, and freak out. My parties kick ass.

We’re talking all the sex, drugs,rock n roll  and cookies you can handle on a Wednesday. ( Unless your Mitchel….  he can do more than you.)

Booze, blues, glam, slam, classic DJ’s, strippers, studs, laughs, trash, and the sexiest fashion show I’ve done in years. THAT’s right !  -  The hottest rockstars, lovestars, and scene stars will be walking the runway while you try to figure out which poser in the crowd doesn’t know the words to a New York Dolls song.

It’s gonna be bitchin.

The guest list will pack up quick – free drinks, free stuff, couple of awesome bands, insane DJ, and so much insanity I had to get a permit.

ALL  MON  10/24 @ DRAGONFLY !!!    Stay tuned.

email me for guest list info. or if interested in the fashion show.

you can VIEW the invite here –> http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=195505080517199

Blitch@Blitch66.com

I’m not an advice columnist on purpose. Often I’m too harsh, frank, profane, or truthful. People always ask me for input on a problem, and then do whatever they are going to do anyway… and that’s fine. Sometimes what I share with them makes a difference, and others it falls either on deaf ears, or dumb hearts. I get it… I’ve been both.

This week I just focused on a question that held no drama.

The names are changed to protect the guilty.

enjoy…

Dear Blitch,

You mentioned in a recent blog there was a difference between “At the moment”, and “In the moment”.   Is this something you will clarify?

- Joanne Los Angeles

Dear Joanne,

It’s even easier to see than you think. It’s almost like the difference between “At the Pool” and “In the Pool”.   See, “At the Pool” there is all kinds of talking  about the pool, thoughts of the  pool, opinions, judgments, assessments, describing the pool, and none of it makes any difference.  There is little value in spending thousands of dollars, weeks of manpower, and a million gallons of water to end up just talking around something.

No, a pool is designed to swim in. Being In the Pool is how you get the experience of the pool. That’s the point. Everything else is only decoration. If you are only At the Pool, and not In the Pool – you are missing out.

Same goes for moments.

Most of us spend our lives At the Moment. We’re here, and even looking at you. You talk. They talk. And we wait for our next turn to be brilliant, sexy, clever, funny, wise, or commanding.  Whatever it takes to end up being Right.   It has the quality of being at the Fountain of Youth and staying out of the water just to work on your tan.

That is totally distinct from Being In the Moment.   In the Moment is where the magic is.  In the moment is where you and another person disappear and there is only truth.  Truth that lives beyond stories, ideas, notions, opinions, or judgments.   The experience possible when two or more human beings allow themselves to be “In the Moment” is unlike anything else.

Why must it be 2 or more people ?

Just try playing Marco Polo by yourself.

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you can email questions, rants & raves to

Blitch@Blitch66.com

My heart’s never rested, my feet never still.

From shouts, screams, to silence, from hard work to nil.

Raised between brothers, between eras,  between gods

Some prayed to Mary, others to Hogs

Been brave and a coward, been fresh and been rot

At times even chaste, and others… well not

Been lost and been found and yet hidden again

From humble to proud, and humiliated

I’ve walked between worlds, learned many tricks

Boots in the City, barefoot in the sticks

I’ve had less than others, and lost more than most

More pain in each passing than sand on the coast

So many colors  my Life has had painted

Laughs with the sinners, prayers with the sainted

Dance with my heart, as it beats out of time

You follow your soul, I’ll follow mine

-B

One day, far from now I am confident I will look back on my life and say I did everything I cared to do.  There are things which seem true before they happen, and for me, a life of adventure is just that.  Like anyone else, if I have a plan that doesn’t work out it’s easy to get down about it.

Somewhere in the last few years my plans stopped being all about me, and I began to get a charge out of doing great work for other people.    Now I have a wonderful job doing just that.  I might even make a career out of it, who knows.    I can say this… I’m right where I should be. And by that I mean – I’m right where I am… and there really is no where else to be but where you are.

I just happen to be getting paid well for where I am at the moment.

At the moment, – in the moment….  there’s a blog in itself.

anyway,

I’m dramatic. I keep trying to avoid it, but it’s useless. I didn’t become a theatre geek by accident. I love highs, lows, and then serene peace. I dig big trouble, as well as big solutions.  I’m crazy, and I’m wise.  I’m loving and then a jerk.   That’s me.  It might be you too, but I’ll let you tell your truth yourself.

I don’t need things to change. I need to complete what I’ve started and let life show up. I am still on a mission to finish, restore, handle, and attend to the loose ends of my life. At times it feels like one Lifetime is too many, and a thousand never enough.

I know I go on & on about how much I love my friends. I talk endlessly about the family I adore, and the places I miss.   It may or may not make for fascinating reading, but as fucked up as life can feel, it’s ok by me if I keep falling back in love with the things in my world that ARE working.

I look through photo albums… mine, yours, hers, and even his. Online & off. I see the things we’ve done, fun we’ve had and the gift you all are.  I listen to the songs we sang, screamed, shouted, and the ones we wrote.  I remember how you used to dress, how you used to look, and the times we had nothing more important to do than  walk the tracks, watch falling stars, feed the hungry, or just put on corpse paint.

My friends and family are all I have.

B

In a city far, far away from Hollywood… a city that the locals refer to as The City. Others call it New York. In fact, I don’t think any other city in the world other than New York gets to be called “The City” as it’s common name.   It’s rather divine isn’t it?  The way God gets to be called God as a common name?  Thousands of gods throughout mankind’s history and only one gets to be God with a capitol G.

The City was where my dreams gathered, and grew. I had the courage to say “This is who I am. This is what I will do.”  And I did it.   I had the time of my life, and met people I always dreamed of being friends with.   The other day one of my best friends completed that old survey and reminded me of just how amazing those days were.   There was a magic in the air.  I loved it.

I miss New York.  I miss those years. Maybe better days are ahead,  but they have stiff competition.  I don’t know if  I’ll ever live anything like that era again.

As I look forward I have little idea what is next.   I’m building a new career, working on getting back to school, and spending more time in silence than I ever thought possible.  For a while, all I wanted was to go home to New York.   Now, all I want is to move on to whatever is next in my Life.   I’ve fallen in & out of love with rock n roll so many times it’s starting to smell like one of those dysfunctional relationships your friends beg you to leave.     I don’t even feel like the same man I was in that loft in Brooklyn, 10 years ago.  The world is beginning to catch on to what we were screaming about, and I’m losing my capacity to care…   and that might be fine.

No one like to hear this shit.   All they want to hear is what inspires them.   They want to get pumped up, encouraged and turned on.   I get that.

People don’t want to hear the truth unless it sounds good. If it sounds bad they either tune you out, call you a liar, or pretend you are saying something else.

Everyday I find myself growing into a man I don’t recognize. I care about things I never gave a shit about. I care about people that I never thought important.   I’m willing to do things I was never willing to do.  I might be losing my mind, but I’m gaining my heart.

I’m also losing my plans, my old dreams, and lifestyle.   Day by day a life I never planned for is calling me toward it.  Most people never hear it, most people never ask to.

I did.

The consequence of turning your Life over, may very well be a brand new Life.

So Be It.

xxx

Blitch