Congratulations Mat! It's Ho-doggy's last day at his job. Mat I can't tell you how happy I am for you!

VH-1 is doing a retrospective on George Harrison's carrer all weekend.

interesting article on how gangstaz, american style, are spreading their influence into kids in the UK. thanks MTV!!
got this from Randall of the Watt list.

last night I returned to a fav music club of mine in silverlake, spaceland, to catch some good ol athens, ga. acts. actually not really "ol' " , as these bands , I'm sure, are younger than I. plus the "ol" implies bluegrass, or widespread panic. not the case. both bands are from the elephant six collective - or what's left of the collective. I guess they would be 'splinters' of the collective. oh yeah and one is now based in san francisco. opening band was the sunshine fix, featuring a member of the former olivia tremor control. they were quite good. I had never seen these elephant six bands live before, even though I was living in athens when all the core groups were starting to blossom. yes I do kick myself - especially after remembering seeing OTC ' s name playing often and not going even once to see them. I also get similarly upset hearing about jeff mangum's performances at JitteryJoe's. I went their often, but not once to see music at night. so I have vowed not to miss the "show" boat here in L.A. which brings us back to last night. sunshine fix were great. poppy, happy, slightly psychedelic. very 1967, but there were also acouple of T-Rex (y) type riff tunes that didn't quite fit in to the other stuff. another cool thing is all the musicians took turns playing every instrument, except the lead singer, who didn't play the drums.

** light digression into comparing facial expressions to music genre's.

ok, so if you're watching a psychedelic band, say pink floyd, ever notice they don't smile often - instead they try to look strange , dress a bit odd, but the face pretty much stays flat. no real emotion. psych. bands of that era tended stare blankly into camera, sometimes with mouth open..... you've seen it.

then you get, say, metal. they look like they just sat down on the shitter. ozzy ozborne in sabbath vids and even solo stuff later -- that's a takin a pooper face! ted nugent -- strainin and pushing to get it out in every picture.

country singers - where did that wry smile come from in their videos? it starts with some type of half ass wink at the camera, then a lift of the chin and a side smile as the camera pans in front of them. what the hell is that?

of course country leads to country-gospel-christian singers. these guys are the best. best facial movements ever. hands down. ever seen 'em? on TV with a purple curtain behind 'em? concrete hair. their range of facial expressions from one moment to the next could only be duplicated bent over in a proctologist's office.
who told them to first do this? and why do they ALL do it?

fascinating. now back to the story.

so sunshine fix were very talented musicians. great harmonies. perhaps the best harmonies I've seen live.
oh yeah their faces. pretty happy , I'd say. lots of smiling.

next up were the headliner's call and response. three females up front with one male guitarist and a male drummer. I've never seen a happier group of people play live music in my life. these folks grinned and laughed through the whole show. the music was 70's soul-funk-pop. check out the tune _roller skate_ and you'll see what I mean. harmonies again were outstanding. I'm just not used to seeing more than 3 people harmonize on stage - and I rarely see that. almost all of them sang. that alone blew me away. the bass player was a tall female who would not stop grooving her body - especially the head , neck, shoulder and feet area. when she'd make these cool changes, she'd look out into the audience and give that look like she knows the person she's lookng at and they're -sharing -an- inside- joke- smile. she also had some looks like those looks you see in people where they're trying some new dance move. eyes big, lips puffy, kinda like a jagger pose.

very entertaining and quite good. and, even if they would've sounded awful, they were so damn cheery I had no choice but to be happy afterwards, which is what you want, no?

sad day.

this is Kool Bobby's Korner. not be confused with the psychedelic and entirely too eerie Kool Bobby's Kiddie Korner. send your kids there if you want them to turn out like this. by the way, maybe I'll tell you the story between me and these guys one day, maybe.

procrastination over a deadline for a writing piece spells one thing for you faithful few loiterer's here at KBK - story time!

rock day 1984


when I was a youngster I came across a Petra t-shirt in the laundry room at my house. It was folded in with the old towels that were now used to dry dad's car. no idea how it got there, it just appeared one day. it was a baseball -jersey type shirt and it had the sleeves cut off and a V cut off of the neck. I thought it was the coolest tshirt on the planet. obviously I had no idea
who this band was, and to be honest I really didn't care. the shirt had this early 80's gothic lettering with the band's name, and that was apparently cool enough for me to blindly wear. The day finally came when I could show off my pride and joy at school for "rock day". my hair in 1984 was definitely gaining mullet status, and my mouth was chunk full of metal. the combination of the three: my hair, teeth, and shirt rattled the kids on the school bus, some of whom were dressed in trash bags. I was glowing. where I had failed to hop on earlier trends such as vans and parachute pants, I was definitely leap years ahead in the white trash rocker department. for the thirty minute bus trip I was king, basking in the glow of the limelight, perched in the 3rd row to the back fielding questions like a dignitary. "Where'd you get the shirt, Rob, and who is petra? "I dunno, found it, whatever...; and if you don't know who petra is, well, then, your loss" . "Yes, Rob, over here, it's Trisha from oakmont court, question: How do you do it?" "Well Trisha, I dunno. I just do it. whatever...". "Rob, Rob, here in the back, it's kevin, I used to kiss your sister, uh, how did you go from unknown ugly kid to the rock star you are today?" "Good question kev - I ate my wheaties." (laughter erupts as I desperately try to quicly wink and nod at all those laughing).

The school bus arrives and I took my time, making sure I was the last off the bus. As I was on the last step , I stretched my arms up and rested them on the top of the scholl bus's door frame, exposing the three hairs in my right armpit. "Ok, rob, get off, I've got to go" said Gene the bus driver. "Oh, and I didn't know you were into christian rock, I love Petra, when did you see them?" I giggled at first over the preposterous notion of my cool shirt ever being touched by the hands of my sunday school teacher, the jaded epitome of Christianity I held in my young brain. "Yeah, right, christian rock" I mumbled as I left the bus.

morning periods crawled by in the anticipation of the rock day festivities, specifically the heralded costume competition. it would be after lunch, in the lunchroom. the bell finally rang - I leaped out of my seat and dashed for the bathroom down the hall. checked the hair...perfect. the teeth....shiny metal fortress. the shirt....golden. I was ready.

I was near the end of the costume line, awaiting my turn at the loosely constructed catwalk made between divisions of the lunch tables. up and down the catwalk they went, followed by light smatterings of applause and the occasional "holler" for each contestant. since the middle school and the high school were one during lunch, there was quite a crowd on hand. being in middle school, I knew I had to really win over the older crowd to get the prize, and i was ready. finally it was my turn. they announced my name, and I began , ever so confident and graceful as I meandered down the catwalk. suddenly I heard some laughter, over there, in the corner. it was the high school guys. "what could they possibly be laughing at" I wondered and just as soon as this entered my head the calls came; first slowly, then building. "hey, christian guy, it's rock day not sunday!" . "look at the petra t-shirt, who would ever want one of those?" . "hey petra guy - wanna lead us in prayer after school?"

I didn't know what to do. I knew my legs had given up on my mind, they were walking in circles in some sort of auto-pilot, staggering for ground like a foal. the laughter built and seemed to reach a peak when finally the principal, wiping tears from his eyes, finally gathered enough of his voice to call the next contestant. " ok,, whew! ok, ok, folks.... thanks, rob. oh boy,,, alright, where was I, ok, settle down. ahh yes, kelly powell. here comes kelly..."

straight to the bathroom. shirt off. inside out? no, it still reads through. damn. locker? empty of clothes. It seemed as I was doomed to wear the dreaded T the rest of the day.

time actualy stopped in mrs. davis's math class. it was the last class of the day, and I was dreaming of how I could convince mom to pick me up, then I remembered she was in Atlanta until later that evening. I was doomed to ride the bus back home. this shirt, which just this morning was the symbol of my transcendance into cool status, was now my albatross. looming, extra large and to be honest, itchy - it's poly blend fibers seemed to mock it's fallen master.

not a word was said. I couldn't believe it. had everyone forgotten? was my nightmare over?
my stop came and I moved to the fron tof the bus. quiet, serene even. "See ya rob, said Gene, and let me know if you ever want to come over - I have ALL of Petra's albums. " I felt the back of my head blown not by the wind from the bus, but by the laughter of those inside. this bus of screaming and cackling kids slowly lurched down the gravel road, leaving me with dust in my braces.

for the rest of the year I endured the slings and arrows of the older kids, and even some younger kids. and i didn't fight back. I deserved it for finding and wearing that dreaded "monkey's paw" t shirt. they even placed signs on my locker and on my gym shirt, all calling for the young rocker by the new name of "stryper".

Another saturday night in LA


here we are! come on in, relax. have a seat. no? you'd rather stand? cool, that's cool. are you thirsty? I have some wine and... what's that? not thirsty? ok - would you like...anything? ahh yes, the bathroom, it's right , yeah, right through there.

10 minutes later

what? oh damn! so sorry, I'll be right back. no, we're out of paper towels too. I know, yeah, be back in a jiff.

30 minutes later

ok here you -- oh you're out. sorry about the wait but no stores were open. ok.... well, how did you..? , forget it. well if you need any I have some right here. it says "extra soft" , heh heh, it even has aloe. let me put this up so that won't happen again, at least anytime soon,, heh, my roomates never seem to buy the stuff.

20 seconds later

you sure you don't want anything to drink? I mean at the bar you seemed...what? oh, yeah, well, yeah, I know, it's just that this particular card was supposed to be fine. I mean I had my others with me, but, y'know this one is.... solid; or was,, at least. no, no, I'll be happy to pay you back for the tab. come on, you know I... , what's that? music? sure, I gOTS THE tUNES, BABY!

what? no, I was just being silly, y'know, like I GOTS DE FLAVA MAMA!

who said that? um, i dunno, jon spencer I think. no, I didn't mean to call you baby and mama, it's just a silly phrase....... well, I'm sorry then. I would have never...
.....no, no, stay, please, stay. here, here's a record I love. check this out...

45 seconds later

it's uh, chicago's greatest hits. you don't like it? c'mon, it's like being back in middle school..... no, I , actually loved that period of time. the innocence, sneaking around, french kissing.... gross? well I guess if you think about it like that, yeah, the tongue is a muscle, and there are germs in your mouth. oh, no, I'm sorry, I didn't know. how did he communicate then? oh - that's .... something then isn't it.....

3 minutes later

soooooo, you like movies? well, I, no, I mean I'm just trying to get the conversation flowing is all. what do you mean why? I think you are a pretty and intelligent woman, and I think if maybe we could get to know one another then there could be a connection. I love laughter and I think you have the best laugh I've.... TV? ok, sure, my roomates lost the remote but I'll just... Ricki lake? when? what was the name of the show ? oh wow -- 9 years ago huh? did they actually make you fight with your mom, or did ...... oh, I see. montel too. 15 years old huh? did you reconcile with her? reconcile -- you know, make up with her. wow- those are strong words to say to the person who gave birth...... now don't say that - I'm glad you're born , I mean....... alive. I'm glad you're alive....... well, you should be.

12 minutes, 30 seconds later

hey kalen! how was your night? you're getting in late! this is cathy. she.... yeah... we met at the bar actually....

2 minutes later

would you guys .......... oh, sorry to interrupt.

10 minutes later

that's the laugh I was talking about! kalen, you got a way of getting her to laugh, man. that's good.

5 minutes later

WELL. I guess I'll leave you two alone -- it seems as if.... No, Cathy it's not ron, it's rob. rob poynter.
good night.

listen here
Author Michael Azerrad
Tuesday, November 27th, 8:00pm - 11:00pm
on The Best Show on WFMU with Tom Scharpling
The Best Show on WFMU welcomes special guest Michael Azerrad, author
of Our Band Could Be Your Life: Scenes from the American Indie
Underground 1981-91. Tune in to talk about "jamming econo," Henry
Garfield, Albini, Mascis, Greg Norton's moustache and more - get your
questions ready!

I can't wait to get this book -- can't wait!! (christmas, anyone???)

It's time to play catch up on work the next couple of weeks. I am a contract writer (freelance) for TNT. The job kicks ass. I can work out of the house here in LA, so basically I set my own hours. The downside is that I work out of my house, so it's easy to get distracted , especially with two other roomates who are sometimes home during the day. The computer is in the living room area, so it ain't easy to get away from the commotion of the house.
The other downside is that I'm here at the pad most of the time, so there is little chance to meet people in this town. Because of this I have made an agreement with myself that I will get out of the house at night. There's a cool little coffe shop close to me where I always see celebs and apparently it's busy at night so I'll start there. There's also this great performance venue called the HBO / Time Warner Workspace about a block away that has not only stand up, but comedy skits - some of which I believe are improv based. the kicker is that it's free, too. I have been out to see bands at a few cool spots, and I will continue to do that, but sometimes it's not the best place to meet the ladies, I guess it just depends on whose playing and where. These things I will figure out as I plan my subversive plot to one day sit on the throne as king of LA.

Right now is crunch time though - I have to save up for the holidays, which means more worky - so what am I doing? clowning around here in kool kobby's korner - which is cool, but, y'know it ain't a real corner. (did you know?) I mean, I wish it was 'cause then I 'd turn it in to a cool jazz cafe. or maybe a punk dive. either way, it would be a place for hip ladies to dig the soothing vibes of kool bobby. no cover charge, and we'd be open from " 8 until..." maybe hamotam would play.

update: the new wilco album, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, is actually still available through this site.

this is a beautiful bit of writing by my site boss and minister, Ezra. It's very well written- titled "The problem is that love makes it so damn difficult". wow- what a collection of great writers we have on this site **my clown self not included**

today's posts read like Larry King's USA Today column. sorry, could be the crazy partying I did this weekend. I'm also going crazy with my new link capabilities - it ain't tough, y'know, like Physics, which apparently isn't that difficult now either. ok, more worky now.

I love W I L C O. these guys are great. I think they are bearing the torch for the alt-country community to follow, along with steve earle . They had just completed a new album when they had problems with their label. they left and in the meantime, while being courted by virtually every label, they released their entire album online ( which they just took down - doh!). yeah, I know it's been done before, but I say there is a difference - the other folks who did this that I can remember were madonna and smashing pumpkins. both a little, how yousay, past their peak? well no marketing ploy here. Wilco are at the top of their game. after the Mermaid Avenue sessions with billy bragg ( they play old woodie guthrie tunes), I became a true believer. they write and perform some of the most simple, beautiful and harmonious tunes you'll ever hear. If you haven't heard 'em, go buy Mermaid Avenue or Being There from these guys

does anyone else check in with the NYTimes Portraits of Grief section? There are new people to be remembered every few days. The stories of the victims range from simple and beautiful to funny but they are all pretty inspirational. It's not sad - it's a memorial. It puts faces to that event and after reading I feel a bit closer to those families who are letting everyone know who their lost ones were.

what a great Thanksgiving. I am most thankful for my friends this year. I take pride in my friends. I don't think that's a vice. they kick ass. I want to show off my friends to all, like a friend shop where I can place them in the front window for people to see. sometimes I think I don't deserve them, like after awesome weekends such as this past one where good friends can just sit around all day long and not shower and play music and other stuff and just be around each other and well, just be.

the actual thanksgiving in san francisco was equally as great, from mat's first ever and oh so yummy turkey (-- check his site for some pic's -- I bet he'll have them up monday), to harper's happy glow and kitchen prowess ( thanks for the help on the mashed taters, harp), to Jeff's giggles and smiles, and to the other folks who were there -- one of which, gene, is a guy I used to actually party with years ago in Monroe, Ga.! small world indeed.

thank you everyone for a truly memorable holiday where the epitome of the day's intentions were truly honored.

Mat sent this to me, yuckity yuck yuck. poor thing has gone downhill since, well, I hesitate to say Baywatch was "uphill"...

I'm off to sanfrancisco today to meet up with my turkey posse mat harper and jeff. it's a 6 hour drive up there which may frighten some of you but it 's not that bad. gives kool bobby some alone time. ( I shouldn't get in the habit of referring to myself in the 3rd person ) I have a stack of cd's that'll get me through - what I WISH I had is one of those portable voice recorders. I think I could entertain myself for hours with one of those. well, I'm off. I'll keep posting up there, so don't get too freaked out ( again, talking to myself ) ..

one of these

are these people for real?

this snazzy redesign is brought to you by the cosmic powers of mat honan in conjunction with the minister.
how great thou art,
how great thou art.
thanks fellers!

who is dave foley? since my brush with celebrity, many have asked who he is. he started his career on The Kids in the Hall Canadian sketch show, then landed a role in Newsradio playing "Dave Nelson". He is Canadian, which explains his awful attire when I met him. on being Canadian, he comments, "I'm a Canadian. It's like an American without the gun." he's going to play a "news executive" in 2002's Run Ronnie Run, a film by David Cross and Bob Odenkirk (Mr. Show). It was filmed in Atlanta, David Cross's hometown (mine too, kinda)

can guitarist and co-founder Michael Karoli died sunday at age 48. if you haven't listened to can, you should. it's raw, often tribal sounding experimental music. they have influenced countless "art rock" music groups (sonic youth, blonde rehead, stereolab, broadcast ) . they were WAY ahead of their time, and still are.

ohmygodohmygod! "carson daly - total disclosure" this Wednesday at 10! ohmygod -- he just talks and lets us in to see him TOTALLY EXPOSED !
quote from clip:
" This is all I can really do: Talk"

ohmy god!
ok I'm totally having a sleep over at my house. who's in? my mom will totally call your mom and she's cool (for a mom) and she'll say it's cool to your mom ( in a mom way ) . don't let my dad talk to your parents, though, cause he's usually hammered at night and wants to join in on our party but we won't let him!

why can't more artists be humble and honest like this- (thanks mat)

mike watt left for fall tour sept.11. he drove to SF where the gig was cancelled. they continued to tour, and decided to finish off in SF. watt wore sunglasses the entire tour on stage - partly because he would often cry while playing.
below is mat's remarks on the final tour show, then an excerpt from watt's tour diary:
From mat, who was at the final show :

During the encore at the BOH show in SF He removed those shades. The BOH was supposed to be the first show of his tour, and it wound up being the last. He took off the shades and says "I was wearing these on the drive up here when we heard about the bombing. We got up here and the gig was cancelled. I've been wearing them the whole tour, I guess I can take 'em off now."

Here's what he said about them:

I thank my guys tons. we go back out and I tell the crowd, "the tour's done and now these dark glasses can come off!" it feels great to do the encore tunes w/out them. I give thanks to "these two fine gentlemen, mister tom watson and mister jerry trebotic." the last song of the tour is _the stooges_ "down on the streets." it's the ten year anniversary of the _bottom of the hill_ and I thank ramona, the bosslady, for having an independent pad to work tunes from. it's that spirit that I think is righteous to celebrate. I tell folks to not be afraid either, even in these times - "write your own story, your own poem, paint your own
painting - start your own life!"

hey! go to mat's page right now and read his hi-lary comments on telemarketers. I recount his tales o phone fun often to friends, I even try to do what he does, but let me ask myself - how can I do what he does? I can't .
He do what he do. I laugh when he do. I do.
http://www.honan.net/

Mr. Strang let me know ( and now you ) there will be a pretty big meteor shower saturday tonight. it should hit the left coast the strongest around 1am - 2am. apparently, don't hold me to this, it's supposed to take place IN the sky. hmmmmmm...

George Lucas must be feeling a bit warm and giving already in this early holiday season, for he has granted us mortals yet another arse kicking trailer for Attack of the Clones. Here's the link -- get ready to be happy.
http://www.starwars.com/exclusive/forbiddenlove/forbiddenlove_lg.html

since I live in hollywood I do see celebs from time to time. although I promise I won't turn this into page 6, I did manage to act a bit retardo last night when dave foley appeared out of the blue at a bar where I was meeting a friend. he was friends with my friends , and I had no idea, so he's just standing right there smiling and I can think of zero to say. I'll spare you the details but to give a slight indication of my tardness, I made a joke with the punchline being "who let the dogs out". stardom, here I come...

things happening this week for Kool Bobby : well my favorite man with a bass in his hand mike watt is playing this friday at 14 Below with stephen perkins (janes addiction) and peter distefano ( porno for pyros) in a group called "hellride". they play stooges covers! I've seen them before and I can't wait to get back.

then saturday is the grand opening of LA's version of Amoeba Records. Amoeba, if you don't know, is the
best damn music store around. the original store is in berkeley, and they also have one on haight street near Jeff's place in S.F. the stores are HUGE and they have the best selection of new and used goods on the planet. my roomate sweeney and I are giddy with anticipation. We've both already started our respective lists of shit to look for. we're goin early before they open as I'm sure they'll be a huge line. the toughest decision is where to go first in the store -- used cd's, used vinyl, imports, damn where to begin?





best non-corporate music "chain" around

Art thou bored? I was yesterday and I went to mapquest for the hell of it. I started typing in old addresses where I grew up, and then I noticed there was an option to see an "aerial view". it was a satellite photo and the next thing I know I'm zeroed in on the farm where I grew up -- and I can see it all pretty clearly, the barn, the lake, the "secret spot" my uncle took me too. what? c'mon, your uncle touched you too. check it out on mapquest and maybe that'll jar some memories.

Holy Crap -- did anyone see Michael Jackson last night? I know, I know, it's like kicking around a miniature doberman, but it was very very strange. and bad. the 10 minutes I watched, which was the "Jackson 5" medley portion, showed Jack-o literally walking up and down the stage doing a couple of dance moves. the guy didn't even sing on "I'll Be There", the bass player sang while Jackson would intermittently shout "hooo" "chai-mo" ( whatever the nuts he always screams) . when he did sing it was BAD. and I wanted him to sing well as a saving grace for, ya know, being michael jackson, but no dice. Note- I'm not even mentioning the elfin's face. seriously, I had no idea he was in the dark crystal.

NEW YORK (AP) -- Carrie Donovan, the flamboyant fashion editor who embarked on a second career as a high-profile spokeswoman for Old Navy late in life, died Monday. She was 73.

not to be rude, but hopefully that'll spell the end to those nausea inducing commercials. I wonder if Magic was by her side...

The NYTimes is 150 today. They have some amazing pictures and stories online today at nytimes.com

some movies which you must see:
the man who wasn't there -- simple. beautiful. brilliant. plus, Tony Shalhoub kicks ass in it. he's the only big actor I've met a couple of times, my friends acted in a movie with him last year. very very nice and down to earth guy. humble to the point of embarrassment.
mulholland drive-- lynch is back baby, and he's bringin hot lesbo action. oh yeah, the movie is great too, my fav. lynch film since wild at heart / blue velvet days. that good. naomi watts, naomi watts, naomi watts

on the video tip:
being there -- peter sellers last film. stars shirly maclaine. hal ashby directs (harold &maude). peter sellers is perhaps the greatest comedic actor on film. mastered the idiot savant while Hanks was cross dressing for abc.

Ezra did a bang up job on the new minister webpage. Holy Crap! is now a registered trademark of the
minister.net. many tithes to the minister.

What Cost Green Lawn?
manicured lawns are pretty. I enjoy running close to them. makes me forget my lungs hurt. I live very close to hancock park which is an affluent area. the yards are nice, so are the homes, and the streets are lined with pretty trees. fine and dandy. my problem is the smell. they are all manicured with fresh dung of some type of animal. I have no idea what animal, but I know that smell and I think they've been eating bean burritos. It's bad, like Oh Jesus That Stinks bad. thing is I won't stop running there on account of it -- I'm entirely too hard-headed for that. I understand where I live now, it ain't exactly chem-lawn country, and that's fine, it just seems someone somewhere would've invented or concocted some sort of enviro-safe fertilizer instead of poop. or maybe a food animals eat where the poop smells like chocolate or honeysuckle. hmmm, maybe I should retreat to my underground lab. wait, I don't have one. hmmmm, time to build an underground lab...

I had no idea there are actually small season changes here in california. today as I was running there was foliage everywhere. It was quite pretty. nothing like the south, though, which is the one thing I truly miss about that part of the world.

mat put in his notice to quit his job today. no he doesn't have anything lined up really, he's just breaking out of a rut of a shit job. I couldn't be any happier for him. that's ballsy- leaving your job, esp. when you're in san francisco right now, but he needed to do it and he did it. good for you mat. when my friends are happy, I'm happy!

ever get nostalgic for random albums of your youth? right now i am transfixed at the album Danzig II: Lucifuge. remember that one? her black wings? damn, I can't explain my love for that album when I was 17.

I think Sarah Baker should get her own web page. Hi Sarah!
Sarah Sarah Sarah !!! OK, I'll leave you alone. Sarah! (sorry)

ever do a vanity search? y'know, where you enter your name in google and find all the matches? well, it just so happens that there are a few rob poynter's in the world. one even lives here in Cali. but, strangely enough, there is also a rob poynter somewhere in the uk who is "from darlington". that's odd beacuse I, too, am from darlington- ( prep school, that is ). http://www.darlington.rome.ga.us

Alright so it's like this: I move out here to LA some two plus months ago now to pursue acting endeavors with my friends. the guy who is the major player in motivating myself and some other folks from our origins at whole world theater is Lance Krall ( don't have link capabilities yet but his site is www.lancekrall.com). he is a conduit for our artistic expressions, helping direct, doing camera and editing. we've shot some really funny stuff, really, I think it's quite good. anyway, the point, yes, is that I find myself not any closer to pursuing my own ends to get "my acting shit together", i.e head shots, going after an agent / manager, or even doing extra work. why? well, life, I guess, has intervened in the meantime ( insert Lennon quote). this isn't from the regret tip, mind you, it's more like i woke up today and realized, "what the hell AM I doing?" again, no complaints here, I continue to fall more in love with this state with every waking hour, but I feel like years could slip by at this pace and I'm still fiddling around at the point of origin. the real issue ? I guess the frightening warmth of comfort. I'm here in this great little house with two great little roomates, we play music constantly and truly inspire one another creatively and I am indeed happy. I have a great job working out of the house, thank God, and all is well. but should I be this .... content?

one cliche-ish comment i made at breakfast today at this overly trendy breakfast nook on melrose was how utterly in awe I am at the magnitude of wealth in this town. I know, wake up rob, it's hollywood, but damn, it's sick. everywhere you turn gorgeous homes line the streets and immaculate 80k + cars slip by you in traffic. everywhere. now, obviously I'd love to live without ducking the phone from time to time, but I really have no desire to be among the "cattle", or "Angus" I guess as the case may be. I'm happy with my ford ranger, thanks again ryan flo for hooking me up with 'mighty mouse' ( a month before i left town i was reeling at the fact i had to drive out here in a 1985 camry, the serial killer's car of choice, before ryan sold me his old truck ).
i thought i had dealt with this issue while working in corporate-ville buckhead in atlanta back in '99, but being around sooo many "well off" folks has brought this content-ness thing back in my head. as mat would probably not say without bringing up the strange concoction of terms, it's a veritable cornucopia of never-ending dollar signs. huddle close to me, my fellow broke friends and let us warm ourselves from the fire of true friendships and humble existences.

Muchos gracias extended to Ezra who gave life to my words here. Thanks, EZ!

welcome to kool bobby's korner. I spell my "c" words with a "K" in the title, shows what kind of krazy party guy I am , huh? (see that, I did it again)

as much as I'd love to go on a spiel right now, I happen to be in a self-imposed deadline for my job. I've managed to dick around all morning, so I have some work to do, so if you'll excuse me...

Editor's Note: Please welcome a new columnist to theminister.net. Kool Bobby is a friend from LA, and we are happy to have him with us. Enjoy!