Never underestimate the power of a pie chart. Btw- Launch Day the Live Band plays this Sunday Aug 28 at 1pm at American Heroes Park in Corona. We gonna be helping raise money to feed poor people. Hey who isn’t a poor people these days. I’ll tell you who — the folks that come out to American Heros park on Sunday, that’s who. Rich in friends.
Hey remember me? Let’s rock. Let’s get back to basics people and crank them out. This one’s called “Inside Outside” and it’s all about appearances in this beautiful new world. Btw I do believe the bridge represents what will become the greatest 45 seconds of your day.
Don’t say I never gave you nuthin.
Boys and girls Launch Day the Live Band plays tomorrow (Saturday) night down in Garden Grove with punk rock veterans Channel 3 and a pile of other bands. So hit the pause button on the Macgyver reruns get up off the couch and come be entertained by your good pals Launch Day. And yes we’ll be donating proceeds to our friend Lynette running the Door of Faith Orphanage down in Meheeko. But even more importantly, a serious state of rock awesome shall be attained. We go on at 11.
The Can Club Garden Grove
14241 Euclid St
Garden Grove, CA 92843
Here’s a google maps link -http://bit.ly/fGJOi7
New track today, this one’s called “Living Trust.” Crank it, blast it, do whatever you have to do to it, just get up offa that thang. Happy Tuesday.
I like to keep up on the latest Lance Armstrong news. You can learn a lot from following his lanceness. I like Lance. I wish I could be more like him. That’s why I’m making the following changes.
Appearance Fees – you want me, we’re going to have to work out the details with my people. Which brings me to my next point.
My People – I want to get to that special place where I no longer have friends, rather I have people.
Third Person Plural – We’re going to need to refer to ourselves in third person plural pretty much most of the time. It’s good for you, it’s good for us.
Get Our Message Out There – We have a message, and we need to stay “on message.” Lance fights cancer. Everybody knows that. We’re (third person plural) going to fight two things: adult onset diabetes, and improper tire inflation. The former makes people sick, and by battling it we can get folks healthy again. The later makes people poor, and by fighting it, we can keep them rolling along. Also — there’s absolutely no denying the positive energy boost one gets after inflating one’s tires to proper levels, and if I (excuse me, “we”) can attach ourselves to that moment, all the better.
Raising Awareness — we (“we”) are always “on.” It’s important to be on. Always raising awareness for our message. And we seek to build friendships with corporate entities who share our message. (And sometimes that message is, “the check cashes.” That’s ok. In fact that’s fantastic.)
Press Conferences — if you’d like me to attend an event, I’d really like to make it happen, but the best thing “we” can do to make it happen is for you to contact _[your name here]_. He/she handles our details for the foundation (see next point.) That’s code for first we’re going to work out the fee. Afterwards, I’ll make myself available for questions. Q & A. I don’t like to mingle, that will definitely be a little harder to get done (code for “cost more.”) Rather, let’s form a line, set up a table. Field some questions. Raise awareness. Get our message out there. We’d like to join forces with you in raising awareness for your event and for our message.
Start A Foundation – for our message. For awareness. For fund raising. The Launch Day Adult Onset Diabetes and Improper Tire Inflation Foundation. LDAODITIF. “LiveLoud”. No, “LaunchLoud.” No – “Launch Day”. Perfect! We’ll find an acronym to fit that later.
So ok everyone, let’s get our message out there. Let’s raise awareness. It ain’t cheap, it ain’t easy, but it’s definitely worth it.
“Join Launch Day in the global fight against adult onset diabetes and improper tire inflation.”
I like it.
Couple new tracks today. A side / B side. Crank and enjoy. Celebrate your day. Celebrate life. Live loud. Turn it up.
I’d like to pause a moment to pay my respects to a friend who met an unscheduled appointment with the front end of a truck. I’d like to part the cosmos for just a second, if I may, please, and send a small dispatch, if thats just all right with everybody. So hold on. I’m probably not dealing with this particularly well and I just need to send a quick missive. I cant do it on the facebooks or the twitter thing or the work thing. Its just not the right place. This is my home. I will do it here.
You were a hard charging, once-in-a-lifetime friend, amigo. I tip my hat to you. You made it happen all the time. Like nobody else around. I’ll see you at the finish line, you badass, ballsy mother effer. You’re damn right I will.
I guess you’re heartrate’s not that much lower now than it was at resting, is it. Ha ha ha.
I’d say “RIP” but I know you’re not resting. You’re training. You’re climbing up some ridiculous mountain road to the clouds saying what you always said, “whose idea was it to climb THIS shit?? Its cold! Who thought this was a good idea??”
Then you’d drop us.
On the way down, you’d be sure to tell everyone to be safe, and to watch out. And just by saying it, you’d make it true. You’d tell us boring stories about “back in the day” when you raced for Nissan. If someone took a spill you knew what to do, and afterward you’d tell them “Watch out or your wife won’t let you ride with us anymore…” We’d laugh.
You’d call out every pot hole. You’d point out every danger. You’d be the first off the bike to help with a flat. We’d call each other dumbass over some stupid thing. We’d walk to the bagel thing and get some drinks. We’d swing by Corey’s. We’d hit up Louie’s for some tacos or chile. We’d plan. We’d pick movies. We’d talk tech, or whatever. We’d get bored, we’d bail.
Ride safe bro. I’ll see you tomorrow.
I know you had a favorite LD song, I’ll play it for you here. Plus one you maybe haven’t heard it’s an old one, but I wrote it, parts of it at least, with you in mind. It’s ok, I like the chorus. The chorus is all you. Turn it up, amigo, and tune out.
Here’s “God Lives”, your favorite. After that is “Keep Climbing Mountains.”
Rancho man dies in cycling collision
Created: 01/09/2011 08:54:09 PM PSTA Rancho Cucamonga man died Sunday morning as he rode his bicycle on Glendora Mountain Road.
Kevin B. Unck, 44, was riding his Felt road bicycle south on Glendora Mountain just north of Sierra Madre Avenue when he struck a Toyota Land Cruiser that was traveling northbound.
The Land Cruiser was driven by Martin G. Habern, 56, of Glendora, according to a California Highway Patrol news release.
The Land Cruiser was traveling about 20 mph while the cyclist was traveling approximately 30 mph when they both approached a blind curve. Unck was unable to negotiate the curve in the road and his bicycle drifted into the northbound lanes where he struck the vehicle head-on, according to the release.
Unck was airlifted to USC Medical Center in Los Angeles where he later died.
Habern was not injured.
The CHP is investigating the collision.
Read more: http://www.dailybulletin.com/news/ci_17052758#ixzz1AnBgNjkl
Email grab bag today. First things first –
We’re not just all about the rock here at the ivory towers of Launch Day Headquarters. We’re also all about the snacks. Which is why the astro weenie christmas tree sent in from Piano Steve is going to be topping the mahogany boardroom table at this year’s LD christmas party. did i say christmas? I mean festivus, duh. charles pheonix, we salute you.
Also. Let’s not forget that Monday is Danceday. The usual monday morning routine of whats-that-smell and find-my-pants-somewhere-outside gets sooOOooo stale. So we’re mixing it up today and pulling in a little choreography. Time to clear the cobwebs and celebrate the start of the workweek. We’re all about the exercise. And you’ll know the real LD fans out there cuz they’ll have nailed the “burst both hands / up punch / shoulder shoulder / double dream hands / jump” move. Thx for sending this in, John de Juan. We salute you … and we salute Planet Rock!
We are men of the renaissance here at the ivory towers of Launch Day headquarters, able to discuss nearly any topic, any time, with depth and perception so uncommon amongst the, ahem, “working class,” bless their little give-us-this-day-our-daily-bread hearts.
So up at 5 am this morning, as per usual, trying to figure out which end of the boardroom table to sit at today and why, exactly, my pants were on backwards, and just before embarking on my usual strict daily exercise regimen of kayaking, marathon running, breath holding and cramming myself into a small, one-foot box, I found myself discussing something called “calvinism” with a friend, which is some sort of ancient religious cult, apparently, started by Ricardo count Von Calvin in Paraguay in the 1500s — yes, the same Von Calvin who, oddly enough, perfected the art of brewing mead in the large, slightly used flower pots so commonly found in the slums of Paraguay. Originally intended as a 5-point reference guide for the cheap, safe brewing of mead in the aforementiond flower pots, “5 Point Calvinism” has been twisted by the well meaning populace over the centuries into more of a code of ethics — guide posts, if you will, along the road of self-flagellation leading towards the pearly gates of deep, self-righteous smugness. One example of this twisting : the first point, now (incorrectly) referred to as “total depravity” according to its wikipedia thingie, was originally “Totally Deprived,” as in, “Before using the flower pot to brew mead, first determine that the pot is totally deprived of all remnants of top soil.” Just an example. I’m not making this stuff up.
I was directed towards something called ‘TULIP’, which is an acronym for the “five points” upon which a good little calvinist’s hopes and dreams rest, and it occurred to me, right then, right smack dab then and there, what exactly it was that I really needed for the religion I had just decided to start:
An acronym.
I think you need an acronym to truly be successful in this life.
So I posit:
B.E.E.R.
or perhaps the less funny (to SOME):
L.E.M.M.I.N.G
Yes, so just in case you forget what it is you believe, you can refer to these handy little acronyms to remind you, and give you a sense of power over everyone you ever have a conversation with, which let’s face it, is the entire point. Let’s give it a shot:
B. – Something that starts with “B”. “Be funny”. “Be Serious.” Be Seriously Funny. Works for me. A carrot noone can ever grasp. Perfect!
E. – Enter through the narrow gate. It means nothing, but sounds so important. Perfect!
E. – Enjoy Your Life. Such a nice platitude, sure to captivate thousands – no, millions — of practitioners over the coming centuries.
R. – Relax! No, too soft. Revolt! Perfect! Against what? Revolt against laziness! Perfect!
B – Be seriously funny
E – Enter through the narrow gate
E – Enjoy Your Life
R – Revolt against laziness
There you have it folks. Did I say “folks?” I meant — beerists! No – Beerytes! No – Beers! There you have it, beers. A handy acronym, and let’s not overlook its most important quality — it’s only four points, or one point less than the demanding, unpopular Ricardo Count Von Calvin’s.
Perfect!
