Pink Dotted Lines
Thursday, August 11th, 2005
The other night I snapped this photo of another place I go by on a daily basis. When I 1st moved to Hollywood, I remember driving by Pink Dot thinking “what the hell is that?”
Well, Pink Dot is basically a store that delivers junk food, booze, and the basic “corner store” stuff. Need a pack of cigarettes at 2am and don’t feel like driving to the store? Walla…Pink dot. Oh CHRIST, I sure could use a 6 pack of beer and am already so trashed to the point where I can’t drive. Pink Dot is there. I suppose these are just some of the uses for having a store that delivers…Keep in mind to tack on the additional $5 fee to each drop.
Seems like a crazy idea to me but this place seems to be expanding and there are now SIX other Pink Dot’s in the Los Angeles area. Anyway…I find the concept of this place extremely interesting and somewhat amusing.
Let’s see…today’s Thursday. Nothing new to report other than I’ve been spending much of the day writing music and messing around with ideas. No news on any contract stuff yet, though I did email my lawyer yesterday seeing if he’s had a chance to look through the deal. I’m probably starting to come across as a little pesty but truth be told, I want to get this signed and done as fast as I can
With my last record deal, my band used a well known entertainment lawyer and we thought because he handled some very huge acts that he’d be the guy for us. Boy were we ever wrong. Basically…He was so busy with his other big named people, we could never get a phone call returned. I’m not putting blame on him(it’s our fault for choosing him)…the old record company was going under regardless, but if we would have just signed what they gave us, we could have just walked away with a big chunk of change. Anyway, you can see how past experiences might make me feel rushed and less picky about the fine print.
Live and learn. Anyway…With any luck this thing will be put to bed soon. You can bet the second I’ve signed my name in blood, I’ll be blogging about it
Until then, everyday feels like the night before Christmas.









