been reading through my old myspace messages tonight cos im bored.
just before i left i posted this. I dont even remember writing it but it sums up exactly where I was before I bailed out for a while.
pretty huge contrast to now.
2009 for the win.
From: scott
Date: 08 Dec 2008, 10:12 PM
the first interpol record is so good.
revisiting and enjoying.
im outtie soon.
not going to have a going away party because i might come back and then everyone will be off it. Sort of like having an engagement party then calling off the wedding and everyone wants their gifts back but wont ask for them.
Work is crazy busy at the moment, trying to get everything done before i depart. Will still be working for australian clients etc from the states. its called email. technology eh?
Kind of leaving a fair bit behind but I think it will be good for me. America for however long, then Europe, then either home and back to america, home and back to europe, home and back to normal or back to america forever.
whoooo knows.
Apparently Hollywood is really dirty. I dont really care. It seems to be the place to be, theres a lot going on and a lot to do so i think ill be fine. Pretty sure I wont get shot, but again, who knows.
Kind of tacked europe on the end of the trip but im actually looking forward to it a lot more now that I have been thinking about it. I think Ill stay in Cali for 6 months ish then go and chill in europe for a while. Decide what I want to do from there.
This year has been a fucking rollercoaster. You get to the end of the year and you sort of look back on what has happened. I can tell you without a doubt in my mind that this one has been the most intense. Life gets pretty testing at times and I suppose yuou never know who you really are until your put in proper life changing situations. Im happy with how things are progressing now and i am ridiculously grateful for being allowed to do some of the things I have been able to do.
The years preceeding this really do pale in comparison. I would have to say that they have definately been better, but i am beginning to realise that life is totally unpredictable. You can be coasting one second and the walls are falling down the next. All I can really take away from this year is to hold those closest to you the tightest, and keep your eyes open, theres a million other peoples worlds going on around you, being self absorbed is a lonely existance. I got to know people close to me better than I ever have this year and I would trade that for nothing.
This is a pretty cliched blog type thing but im not really too bothered. If you read it then awesome. If not then your not reading this right now. So you dont really apply.
To all the important people in my life, I hope you know how important you are to me. Everyone keep moving because i dont know too many of you that have had a smooth sailing year. Shit might not get better, there may not be any great white hope, but we all have eachother, and at the worst of times, thats all we need. At the best of times, we dont write blogs about this sort of shit. We just talk about how good an old record is.
happy endish of the year,
Monday, October 12, 2009
better late than trevor.
ok so anyway i bailed LA with seb and stevedave after a lot of partying in LA. Shit was mental. I started writing this last post and it read like this
"Last few days in LA were pretty hectic, tried to get in as much pool time as possible before flying home. Met some rad people on the Saturday (I think) poolside. Dude that was throwing one of the partys was about 45, shirtless, overweight and had a cane. Apparently he is "the man" but he actually just looked like another coked out hollywood doosh.
Anyway, water, sun all that. Not a huge amount to report. Im thinking about throwing some summer pool partys in Australia, I had some of the best times on this trip just hanging poolside. Not sure if Australia is down with drinking next to the water though. We shall see."
See i did have every intention of actually writing it at the time. ah well.
I have been away for so much of this year so im pretty glad to be home., i have decided to buy a new bed and try and actually spend some time in it. This means scott will be in perth man, so theres not going to be much scribing in the interweb journal. I am hugely against 'feeling blogs' or being self righeous enough to think that people give a shit about my day to day. Plus, I find myself in interesting situations when im not, you know, in my apartment, going to work etc. Cool shit does happen but if its really that important ill tell you about it in person.
I flew back from LAX to Melbourne, bumped into Cam in the line for my flight, was pretty random. Good dude, we were going to intercom eachother on the plane but.. well theres a story to this. I recently found out my mum somehow obtained the address to this blog so, if your reading this, mum, im sorry but i am an adult and I go alright. Read Below.
So I was hanging around the pool halfway through my trip with Jake and Brandon and co and they were mates with a couple of rappers. Dudes were rad, one of them looked like Busta Rhymes. All became mates and I gave one of them a cigarette, he was siked and pulled out a bag of pills. He offered me and Im not big on the party drugs thing so i declined, then he took a purple one out of the bag and said it was valium.
Yeh this sounds like a story they tell you at a school assembly and shit but it worked out for the best.
Anway, i had it in my wallet for the rest of the trip and remembered that i had it the day we were flying out. Kurt and myself did a bit of research on the internet and corresponded the numbers on the pill and the colour in a medical dictionary. Turned out to be Viagra. Just kidding. It was something with a "pan" on the end that basically meant it was a sedative, it didnt have any huge warnings so i though i would test it out on the plane.
So i get on the plane and im chilling out ready for my 16 hour haul to australia, just after we take off i swallow my little purple travel partner and hope i dont heath ledger on the plane (too soon?). After about 15 minutes i find myself touching my palms a lot and becoming intrigued by the lightswitch in the seat. Steve Dave thinks this is hilarious..
I crash out for around 14 hours and wake up fresh as the morning.
Sooo. flights over 15 hours from now on will require a trip to the GP beforehand because that shit was practically time travel.
Long story, and rather pointless.
Regardless, landed in melbs, got picked up by danny and delbs.
these are the faces that greeted me upon my arrival back in the land of the convicts.
and of course the taker of above photo
So anyway, we get in, hang out, eat lunch. Do all the standard shit. Then I decide to crash out, get ready for the dorcia launch the next night etc.
Everyone else thought it would be a good idea to go to a strip club for rachis bday. Now I love rach, but i was fucking hammered, so i passed. Im usually up for the party, on this occasion, i took the smart option.
My friends are so understanding.
anyway, had dorcia melbs, it was rad, heaps of mates, heaps of fun, lots of people. Me and yon played out first melb shows ever. Shit was rad.
Stuck around in Melbs for the Bronx on Sunday.
Hung out in Melb town.
beat yon at bball
I gave all these tickets to a tiny kid. he was scared of me but i think he was siked after i left and he realised he had more tickets than a young jesus.
Saw a couple of DJs called Gilsun and Naysayer. Kids were dooope. Mashup warriors.
Saw the bronx. I ended up looking like this;
sweatty and retarded.
gave emma an involuntary piggy back. we look like we are embarking on an adventure.
then she creepily checked out my ass.
creeeeeep!
anyway, bronx were rad. LA was rad, Melb was rad.
Ill write more soon cos i went back to melb this weekend with ben and shit was epic.
watch this space.
this time last year the world was upside down. I think its come level a bit.
oh and watch this. Oldie but a goodie.
"Last few days in LA were pretty hectic, tried to get in as much pool time as possible before flying home. Met some rad people on the Saturday (I think) poolside. Dude that was throwing one of the partys was about 45, shirtless, overweight and had a cane. Apparently he is "the man" but he actually just looked like another coked out hollywood doosh.
Anyway, water, sun all that. Not a huge amount to report. Im thinking about throwing some summer pool partys in Australia, I had some of the best times on this trip just hanging poolside. Not sure if Australia is down with drinking next to the water though. We shall see."
See i did have every intention of actually writing it at the time. ah well.
I have been away for so much of this year so im pretty glad to be home., i have decided to buy a new bed and try and actually spend some time in it. This means scott will be in perth man, so theres not going to be much scribing in the interweb journal. I am hugely against 'feeling blogs' or being self righeous enough to think that people give a shit about my day to day. Plus, I find myself in interesting situations when im not, you know, in my apartment, going to work etc. Cool shit does happen but if its really that important ill tell you about it in person.
I flew back from LAX to Melbourne, bumped into Cam in the line for my flight, was pretty random. Good dude, we were going to intercom eachother on the plane but.. well theres a story to this. I recently found out my mum somehow obtained the address to this blog so, if your reading this, mum, im sorry but i am an adult and I go alright. Read Below.
So I was hanging around the pool halfway through my trip with Jake and Brandon and co and they were mates with a couple of rappers. Dudes were rad, one of them looked like Busta Rhymes. All became mates and I gave one of them a cigarette, he was siked and pulled out a bag of pills. He offered me and Im not big on the party drugs thing so i declined, then he took a purple one out of the bag and said it was valium.
Yeh this sounds like a story they tell you at a school assembly and shit but it worked out for the best.
Anway, i had it in my wallet for the rest of the trip and remembered that i had it the day we were flying out. Kurt and myself did a bit of research on the internet and corresponded the numbers on the pill and the colour in a medical dictionary. Turned out to be Viagra. Just kidding. It was something with a "pan" on the end that basically meant it was a sedative, it didnt have any huge warnings so i though i would test it out on the plane.
So i get on the plane and im chilling out ready for my 16 hour haul to australia, just after we take off i swallow my little purple travel partner and hope i dont heath ledger on the plane (too soon?). After about 15 minutes i find myself touching my palms a lot and becoming intrigued by the lightswitch in the seat. Steve Dave thinks this is hilarious..
I crash out for around 14 hours and wake up fresh as the morning.
Sooo. flights over 15 hours from now on will require a trip to the GP beforehand because that shit was practically time travel.
Long story, and rather pointless.
Regardless, landed in melbs, got picked up by danny and delbs.
these are the faces that greeted me upon my arrival back in the land of the convicts.
and of course the taker of above photo
So anyway, we get in, hang out, eat lunch. Do all the standard shit. Then I decide to crash out, get ready for the dorcia launch the next night etc.
Everyone else thought it would be a good idea to go to a strip club for rachis bday. Now I love rach, but i was fucking hammered, so i passed. Im usually up for the party, on this occasion, i took the smart option.
My friends are so understanding.
anyway, had dorcia melbs, it was rad, heaps of mates, heaps of fun, lots of people. Me and yon played out first melb shows ever. Shit was rad.
Stuck around in Melbs for the Bronx on Sunday.
Hung out in Melb town.
beat yon at bball
I gave all these tickets to a tiny kid. he was scared of me but i think he was siked after i left and he realised he had more tickets than a young jesus.
Saw a couple of DJs called Gilsun and Naysayer. Kids were dooope. Mashup warriors.
Saw the bronx. I ended up looking like this;
sweatty and retarded.
gave emma an involuntary piggy back. we look like we are embarking on an adventure.
then she creepily checked out my ass.
creeeeeep!
anyway, bronx were rad. LA was rad, Melb was rad.
Ill write more soon cos i went back to melb this weekend with ben and shit was epic.
watch this space.
this time last year the world was upside down. I think its come level a bit.
oh and watch this. Oldie but a goodie.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Tea Pain.
i cant be assed writing much but shit loads has happened.
Ill condense it cos i know most of my friends are partially retarded and have trouble grasping the Shakespearian like tales that I wind here.
Im in Vegas and it is a beast. Lots of working going on and lots of partying. Magic was dope, made a stupid ammount of contacts and inroads for Valyside aswell as making some good friends.
Heaps of gangsters at Magic though, like heeeappps. Streetwear is the new ghetto fad, so many latino / black / white gangster dudes just lurking around with gang tats and face tatts and shit. We were next to the Joker booth and near Famous and a bunch of other street labels. At one point Busta Rhymes, the Yin Yang twins and Soulja boi were all there with a stack of ghetto fans and cameras and shit, like 400 people and 3 cops just shitting themselves. I was the white dude in the corner.
this guy so doesnt score.
Ended up talking hip hop with this black dude i became hell bro's with. We did handshakes and talked about heaps of shit. I was so on the level. Pretty sure i can hip hop talk my way out of getting balled up here. Will try if the situation arises.
Hung out with a Cubano guy from Miami called Hugo. Dude sounded exactly like scarface. Best times
Partied at the Playboy club at the palms on the first night with Kurt. Place is retarded, soooo many hookers, it is acutally mind blowing. No i didnt.
Next night I hit up MGM grand with Dim Mak mates and scored a private booth and a bottle. Got totally wasted and ate breakfast at like 4am with kurt, caveman style, sitting in a diner grunting, laughing and throwing shit at eachother.
Hit Playboy again the next night with Seb and the crew, saw Classix and NASA play. Was dope. Experienced something i will never forget at the playboy club actually. I am here with Steve an Seb. Steve is a professional Motocross rider and all round nice dude. The sort of moto guy that has no tatts, heaps of dad jokes and a fiance. He's the moto guy you would take home to meet mum and dad. However, Steve has an alter ego. I have come to know this alter ego as Dave. Dave tends to arrive on the scene after about half a bottle of vodka. Anyways, Steve turned into Dave at the Playboy Club. Dude is poking me, giving me little punches, heaps of annoying gay shit, I wasnt very drunk so i was all like "Steve, chill man, stop touching me". I used this line a good 8-12 times in the space of 2 hours. Stevedave starts getting worse and worse the drunker he gets. Calling me heaps of gay shit and laughing, and eventually moves to pinching my cheeks and calling me babyface (I had shaved like an hour before and looked like a large child). I gave him a few more warnings and he didnt cease. So as he was drunkenly looking around the room with Sebs sunglasses on, i leaned in slowly, got nice and close and... BAM. The biggest face slap i have ever dealt. Dudes head pretty much bounced off the table, knocking the sunnies clear off his face. Think Rick James v s Charlie Murphy style.
Steve to this day maintains that he has no recollection of the above events. Hence his alter ego. Dave.
so much for short sentences.
Seb went to dinner with the owners of the Palms Hotel in Vegas and heaps of pro skaters and shit. I did not. Spewin
anyways, ended up VIP at Rain for the Famous party. Hung out with Jake brown again and his crew, really good dudes, free vodka, Jazzy Jeff on the decks. Rager.
Ended up hangin in vegas for a couple of days after magic. Got super loose, hit a strip club, partied till death.
Blackjack is better at taking my money than I am at taking its.
Got back into LA and hit the pool pretty much straight away. Weather is so good here. Saw some DJ kill it by the pool. Partied with the best looking girls i have ever seen. Unfortunately I am not rich.
Saw Ian Ziering again. Crazy shit. Feel like im on 90210 the early years.
Went for dinner last night and sat next to Tom Morello. FIrst time I have actually been star struck. I just sort of stood there with my mouth open staring at him while he ate. He didnt say shit but im pretty sure we had a connection. Made me want to go out on the street and set some shit on fire, free the oppressed, oppose political leaders etc. He was no shit wearing exactly this hat and shirt
Shared an elevator with Darren Hayes yesterday. Didnt recognise him but steve did from all the posters he has on his wall at home. Like this one.
Went to the Sneaktip birthday party in beverly hills. Scored so much free vodka since i have got here. Thanks belvedere. Watched kurt get super drunk. Best drunk dude ever. He hissed at some drunk girls at maccas.
Hung by the pool all day today and chilled out. Home soon, gunna enjoy this while i can.
We trashed the hotel room so badly last time we were at the Roosevelyt that this time round they have stopped giving us complimentary MM's. I miss them. They completed me.
Saw Hamish and Andy on the street last night filming their caravan of courage thing. Steve was smashed and talked to them, i talked to their tour manager. Guy was a fucking doosh.
Steve turned into Dave again and threw my cigarettes at some random dude by the pool last night. Good one.
Seb smokes more weed than god.
The sun is mightier than the scott.
So many jock dudes by the pool with ripped bodies and shit tattoos. Makes me want to throw a toaster in the water. Lots of fake football throwing going on and flexing looks into the distance.
I got nothing else to add to this.
remember,
last thing i need is some girl pissing in my hallway.
peace.
Ill condense it cos i know most of my friends are partially retarded and have trouble grasping the Shakespearian like tales that I wind here.
Im in Vegas and it is a beast. Lots of working going on and lots of partying. Magic was dope, made a stupid ammount of contacts and inroads for Valyside aswell as making some good friends.
Heaps of gangsters at Magic though, like heeeappps. Streetwear is the new ghetto fad, so many latino / black / white gangster dudes just lurking around with gang tats and face tatts and shit. We were next to the Joker booth and near Famous and a bunch of other street labels. At one point Busta Rhymes, the Yin Yang twins and Soulja boi were all there with a stack of ghetto fans and cameras and shit, like 400 people and 3 cops just shitting themselves. I was the white dude in the corner.
this guy so doesnt score.
Ended up talking hip hop with this black dude i became hell bro's with. We did handshakes and talked about heaps of shit. I was so on the level. Pretty sure i can hip hop talk my way out of getting balled up here. Will try if the situation arises.
Hung out with a Cubano guy from Miami called Hugo. Dude sounded exactly like scarface. Best times
Partied at the Playboy club at the palms on the first night with Kurt. Place is retarded, soooo many hookers, it is acutally mind blowing. No i didnt.
Next night I hit up MGM grand with Dim Mak mates and scored a private booth and a bottle. Got totally wasted and ate breakfast at like 4am with kurt, caveman style, sitting in a diner grunting, laughing and throwing shit at eachother.
Hit Playboy again the next night with Seb and the crew, saw Classix and NASA play. Was dope. Experienced something i will never forget at the playboy club actually. I am here with Steve an Seb. Steve is a professional Motocross rider and all round nice dude. The sort of moto guy that has no tatts, heaps of dad jokes and a fiance. He's the moto guy you would take home to meet mum and dad. However, Steve has an alter ego. I have come to know this alter ego as Dave. Dave tends to arrive on the scene after about half a bottle of vodka. Anyways, Steve turned into Dave at the Playboy Club. Dude is poking me, giving me little punches, heaps of annoying gay shit, I wasnt very drunk so i was all like "Steve, chill man, stop touching me". I used this line a good 8-12 times in the space of 2 hours. Stevedave starts getting worse and worse the drunker he gets. Calling me heaps of gay shit and laughing, and eventually moves to pinching my cheeks and calling me babyface (I had shaved like an hour before and looked like a large child). I gave him a few more warnings and he didnt cease. So as he was drunkenly looking around the room with Sebs sunglasses on, i leaned in slowly, got nice and close and... BAM. The biggest face slap i have ever dealt. Dudes head pretty much bounced off the table, knocking the sunnies clear off his face. Think Rick James v s Charlie Murphy style.
Steve to this day maintains that he has no recollection of the above events. Hence his alter ego. Dave.
so much for short sentences.
Seb went to dinner with the owners of the Palms Hotel in Vegas and heaps of pro skaters and shit. I did not. Spewin
anyways, ended up VIP at Rain for the Famous party. Hung out with Jake brown again and his crew, really good dudes, free vodka, Jazzy Jeff on the decks. Rager.
Ended up hangin in vegas for a couple of days after magic. Got super loose, hit a strip club, partied till death.
Blackjack is better at taking my money than I am at taking its.
Got back into LA and hit the pool pretty much straight away. Weather is so good here. Saw some DJ kill it by the pool. Partied with the best looking girls i have ever seen. Unfortunately I am not rich.
Saw Ian Ziering again. Crazy shit. Feel like im on 90210 the early years.
Went for dinner last night and sat next to Tom Morello. FIrst time I have actually been star struck. I just sort of stood there with my mouth open staring at him while he ate. He didnt say shit but im pretty sure we had a connection. Made me want to go out on the street and set some shit on fire, free the oppressed, oppose political leaders etc. He was no shit wearing exactly this hat and shirt
Shared an elevator with Darren Hayes yesterday. Didnt recognise him but steve did from all the posters he has on his wall at home. Like this one.
Went to the Sneaktip birthday party in beverly hills. Scored so much free vodka since i have got here. Thanks belvedere. Watched kurt get super drunk. Best drunk dude ever. He hissed at some drunk girls at maccas.
Hung by the pool all day today and chilled out. Home soon, gunna enjoy this while i can.
We trashed the hotel room so badly last time we were at the Roosevelyt that this time round they have stopped giving us complimentary MM's. I miss them. They completed me.
Saw Hamish and Andy on the street last night filming their caravan of courage thing. Steve was smashed and talked to them, i talked to their tour manager. Guy was a fucking doosh.
Steve turned into Dave again and threw my cigarettes at some random dude by the pool last night. Good one.
Seb smokes more weed than god.
The sun is mightier than the scott.
So many jock dudes by the pool with ripped bodies and shit tattoos. Makes me want to throw a toaster in the water. Lots of fake football throwing going on and flexing looks into the distance.
I got nothing else to add to this.
remember,
last thing i need is some girl pissing in my hallway.
peace.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
ends.
Realising that your getting older is pretty bitter sweet. When you are younger every door is open, and as time passes more and more of those doors close. So today i had to watch one close, abruptly and without warning. The contrast in my life at the moment is fucking monumental, i can only imagine yours. x
Saturday, August 29, 2009
how did the beverly hills 90210 theme song go?
i fought the sun and the sun won. It would appear i do infact have human skin, not inpenetrable leather like I had stated to one Steve Sommerfeld. Peeling shoulders. Not siked about it at all.
Got everything we needed sussed for Magic on time, smiles all round, now its time to sell.
I have now been living at the Roosevelt for 2 weeks. After a good 14 days of passing the door that states "Do Not Enter" curiousity got the better of me and I entered. No Alarm. All good so far. So i followed the stairs up to the penthouse level and out onto the roof of the hotel. Best decision I have made so far. Got told off by hotel staff after about 3 minutes but it was enough to snap a few pics. You get the best views from rooftops and 90% of buildings in this country have a rooftop area.
Heading to vegas tomorrow, we got a Nissan SUV for the trip. I drove around hollywood yesterday and Im still alive. Siked.
Down at a pool party downstairs the other night and saw Ian Ziering. dude has the best name, didnt speak to him, didnt really have anything to say.
Fell in love with a girl by the pool the other night, from a distance like a creep. Then she kissed a girl. Not in a "wow those girls are kissing for attention, i need to suss if this is hot or tragic" sort of way, in a full blown "Im a lesbian and I have no interest in you whatsoever because you are a man" sort of way. The girl she kissed was a full masculine chick too. So bummed out, we would have had a wonderful life together.
Went into Kinko's print shop the other day to print off a bunch of flyers for Valyside. Saw Nik Olivieri or whatever his name is, the dude that used to play bass in Queens of the Stone Age. Seems even demon rock dudes need to photocopy too.
Oh there was a chick with a white top and no bra on there too, situations like that really make u realise that you can be anyone in the world, you can have achieved anything, it doesnt matter who you are or what you do, at the end of the day you are a dude and the aforementioned situation is at least a little bit awesome.
Dj Lethal walked passed us on Hollywood Bvd yesterday, he was in Limp Bizkit. I wish i didnt recognise losers.
Also yesterday i got in a cab with those big obnoxious sunnies I have, the asian driver dude thought I was famous and insisted that I sign an autograph. All The Best, Scott Mellor...
Gem said that my last big post made me sound like i though i was a sick cunt. I dont, thats just a run down of what went down. Gem once got T Boned by a smart car. That is not a sexual reference.
Went out on Wed and saw MIA play a secret party show downtown, dont know if i mentioned that last time. Was pretty dope but there was some shit going on and everything ran super late then she came out and did like 5 songs. There are so many scene photographers around now, its actually mental, I got in there before doors opened and all the "press dudes" were already there. Cobrasnake wannabes everywhere.. Hipsterfest. Maybe im just jaded that no one snaps me.
Caught up with Luke and Joanna last night, shit was rad, so good to see good friends again. They are bailing to Hawaii next week to avoid me.
Last time I was here i started seeing a girl called Jennifer, I sort of kept it out of here cos it was none of your business. Randomly caught up with her today by the pool. She has a new boyfriend and shit and she is pretty rad. Met a bunch of her friends, again, everyone is so nice to me here its almost a joke. Anyway, I ate lobster, drank beer, smoked cigarettes and chilled out, again, good people, good times.
Started reading rules of attraction, books better than the movie. Standard.
So many pretentious tards hang at the roosevelt pool. I saw a guy today with rosery beads tattood around his neck and down his chest. WINNER.
got a polaroid camera, trying to find film.
discovered baja fresh.
oh yeh, i was at the bar downstairs the other night, the same night i saw television's Ian Ziering actually, and this dooshbag guy pushed infront of me at the bar as i was patiently waiting to purchase a beverage. I was pretty off it but let it slide. Karma had other plans. Karma doesnt let shit slide. The dude grabbed his drinks, turned around and walked straight into a poolside bed that hit him at about shin height. Faceplant, 2 drinks in hand totally emptied, lots of people pointing and laughing. Think about that next time you push infront of someone in line. Your going to end up at the dentist. asshole.
been listening to the last song on the new cage album. its dope
i got nothing else to add.
till next time.
rip to DJ AM.
Got everything we needed sussed for Magic on time, smiles all round, now its time to sell.
I have now been living at the Roosevelt for 2 weeks. After a good 14 days of passing the door that states "Do Not Enter" curiousity got the better of me and I entered. No Alarm. All good so far. So i followed the stairs up to the penthouse level and out onto the roof of the hotel. Best decision I have made so far. Got told off by hotel staff after about 3 minutes but it was enough to snap a few pics. You get the best views from rooftops and 90% of buildings in this country have a rooftop area.
Heading to vegas tomorrow, we got a Nissan SUV for the trip. I drove around hollywood yesterday and Im still alive. Siked.
Down at a pool party downstairs the other night and saw Ian Ziering. dude has the best name, didnt speak to him, didnt really have anything to say.
Fell in love with a girl by the pool the other night, from a distance like a creep. Then she kissed a girl. Not in a "wow those girls are kissing for attention, i need to suss if this is hot or tragic" sort of way, in a full blown "Im a lesbian and I have no interest in you whatsoever because you are a man" sort of way. The girl she kissed was a full masculine chick too. So bummed out, we would have had a wonderful life together.
Went into Kinko's print shop the other day to print off a bunch of flyers for Valyside. Saw Nik Olivieri or whatever his name is, the dude that used to play bass in Queens of the Stone Age. Seems even demon rock dudes need to photocopy too.
Oh there was a chick with a white top and no bra on there too, situations like that really make u realise that you can be anyone in the world, you can have achieved anything, it doesnt matter who you are or what you do, at the end of the day you are a dude and the aforementioned situation is at least a little bit awesome.
Dj Lethal walked passed us on Hollywood Bvd yesterday, he was in Limp Bizkit. I wish i didnt recognise losers.
Also yesterday i got in a cab with those big obnoxious sunnies I have, the asian driver dude thought I was famous and insisted that I sign an autograph. All The Best, Scott Mellor...
Gem said that my last big post made me sound like i though i was a sick cunt. I dont, thats just a run down of what went down. Gem once got T Boned by a smart car. That is not a sexual reference.
Went out on Wed and saw MIA play a secret party show downtown, dont know if i mentioned that last time. Was pretty dope but there was some shit going on and everything ran super late then she came out and did like 5 songs. There are so many scene photographers around now, its actually mental, I got in there before doors opened and all the "press dudes" were already there. Cobrasnake wannabes everywhere.. Hipsterfest. Maybe im just jaded that no one snaps me.
Caught up with Luke and Joanna last night, shit was rad, so good to see good friends again. They are bailing to Hawaii next week to avoid me.
Last time I was here i started seeing a girl called Jennifer, I sort of kept it out of here cos it was none of your business. Randomly caught up with her today by the pool. She has a new boyfriend and shit and she is pretty rad. Met a bunch of her friends, again, everyone is so nice to me here its almost a joke. Anyway, I ate lobster, drank beer, smoked cigarettes and chilled out, again, good people, good times.
Started reading rules of attraction, books better than the movie. Standard.
So many pretentious tards hang at the roosevelt pool. I saw a guy today with rosery beads tattood around his neck and down his chest. WINNER.
got a polaroid camera, trying to find film.
discovered baja fresh.
oh yeh, i was at the bar downstairs the other night, the same night i saw television's Ian Ziering actually, and this dooshbag guy pushed infront of me at the bar as i was patiently waiting to purchase a beverage. I was pretty off it but let it slide. Karma had other plans. Karma doesnt let shit slide. The dude grabbed his drinks, turned around and walked straight into a poolside bed that hit him at about shin height. Faceplant, 2 drinks in hand totally emptied, lots of people pointing and laughing. Think about that next time you push infront of someone in line. Your going to end up at the dentist. asshole.
been listening to the last song on the new cage album. its dope
i got nothing else to add.
till next time.
rip to DJ AM.
rip.
Really sad news today, my thoughts are with all that were close to AM. Was fortunate enough to have met him on a few occasions in Hollywood and caught him spinning the night we arrived back in LA. Peace out mate.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
sun dried mellors
Hollywood is some crazy shit. Im sure you gathered this by now but it amazes me daily.
Its summer here at the moment and it is hot as a motherfucker. Thats hot.
Fortunately we are staying at the Roosevelt and the pool is amazing so there is a lot of work being done and a lot of breaks being taken down by the pool.
The greatest thing about this place is that shit can change in a second. I have tried to explain this to people a bunch of times but i think the following is the best example. We go down and hang poolside on sunday morning, not expecting much, couple of drinks, swim, standard.
I get in the elevator with the singer from wolfmother. Nice dude, super nervous, just chatted to him about how many australians were staying in the hotel.
+ 
Get downstairs and hit the pool. After about 5 minutes some ratty looking aussie dude asks me for a lighter. We get talking, turns out its Jake Brown. He just won gold at the X games, you probably have seen this before.
Dude is totally cool, we join tables and end up hanging out with a whose who of pro skateboarding over the next few days/nights. Brandon Biebel, Mike Carrol, Pat Duffy, Jake Brown. Jake won pretty big in vegas last week and decided to celebrate by throwing $300 worth of 1 dollar bills into the hotel pool, some rapper dudes were talking about how he "made it rain"
Our room has become the party room, people coming up and just raging every night, again, the best thing about this place is how random and awesome it can turn in a second. Brandon came up last night with a few mates, one was a TV host for fuel TV, the other was Nick who runs Diamond Supply co. We are all hooking up in Vegas next week as everyone is out there for magic. Shit is going to be parttty.
Yesterday we were hanging by the pool and that dude that was in crazy town was swimming with his daughter. Dude is a total joke but he was nice enough. He was on some rehab show, i cant think what it was called but im pretty sure it was along the lines of "my shit nu metal band sucked and now i smoke heaps of crack and need to make a living by exploiting my habit on VH1"
Ron Jeremy was there too. Good Job
Met 2 loose dudes from Reno who had been shooting a commercial with Pat and Jake. Dudes were fucking ragers, i think one of them broke one of sebs ribs.
Roosevelt hotel staff are cleaning geniuses. This place has been so trashed its retarded and every day we come back to a spotless room.
Went wakeboarding today on a lake just norht of hollywood with my good friend jeff. Now im totally fucking sunburnt. But i will come home with a tan. win.
Fortunately the hotel has a gym so i get to drink and eat whatever then run 3 miles a day and not come home a fat tard.
This hotel is haunted, the elevator stops on level 5 and 7 even if the button hasnt been pressed, aparently people died on those levels. Sucks to be a ghost man, still having to take elevators and shit. Surely you would want some rad ghost powers to be able to transfer between levels of a hotel. Fuck the afterlife.
We had a partyy up here the other night and a couple of Daryls friends came up in the elevator. Some black dude was sharing the elevator with the 2 girls and had his erect penis out. The girls werent siked, the dude was half passed out. Pretty funny though, he got in the elevator at like the 5th floor and went up to 8 with his dick out. You gotta wonder if he was such a super player that he just finished up on level 5 and was off to visit such a sure thing on 8 that he thought it wasnt worth tucking that shit back in. Manly.
Jared Leto was partying in the lobby the other night. I really wish i had met him cos i wanted to tell him that i loved his band Gone in 60 seconds.
Did i mention how sunburnt i am. I have no elasticity in my skin right now, as my fingers move i can feel my shoulder skin reacting. not good.
I did the new logo for Dim Mak's Banan Split Sundaes night the other day. Will post soon, computer is being a gay.
Met a snowboarder called Dingo that runs an apparel line called Grenade, hell good dude. Dude partys harder than amy winehouse.
Oh heres a story. Hollywood fucking sucks on a sat night, especially if your rolling 4 dudes deep without any girls. We tried to hit a few clubs but no dice. So we are walking back to the hotel and there are 3 homeboys infront of us, one on a skateboard. He sort of looked like Cody Chestnut. Anyway, the dude skated about as good as me so he fell off the front of his board and it came rolling back into us. Jurt kicked it rolling back to his feet. THe dude gets in Kurts face about kicking his board. Kurt says he was giving it back, shit gets tense, everyone continues walking. They keep looking back and we just keep walking behind sort of cautiously. one guy lifts the back of his shirt a bit to scratch and he has a pistol in the back of his pants. We cross the road. Thats not being a pussy, thats called life preservation. We aint goin out like that.
Street meat is amazing. Hot dogs of questionable expiry date cooked by non english speaking man on side of street after midnight. Its like the russian roulette of fast food.
My brother has a mo. Webcam tells me this.
Kate has swine flu, and is generally mental.
Kef is now on msn. add her here domefrombehind69@hotmail.com
Seb is addicted to in n out burger. If he doesnt have it he scratches like a crak head.
the girl on the door for the club downstairs could get aids and i would be happy.
im home in a couple of weeks, shit is crazy and we arent even in vegas yet.
come party at dorcia in melbourne on sept 11. I will be.
party most of the time.
Its summer here at the moment and it is hot as a motherfucker. Thats hot.
Fortunately we are staying at the Roosevelt and the pool is amazing so there is a lot of work being done and a lot of breaks being taken down by the pool.
The greatest thing about this place is that shit can change in a second. I have tried to explain this to people a bunch of times but i think the following is the best example. We go down and hang poolside on sunday morning, not expecting much, couple of drinks, swim, standard.
I get in the elevator with the singer from wolfmother. Nice dude, super nervous, just chatted to him about how many australians were staying in the hotel.
+ Get downstairs and hit the pool. After about 5 minutes some ratty looking aussie dude asks me for a lighter. We get talking, turns out its Jake Brown. He just won gold at the X games, you probably have seen this before.
Dude is totally cool, we join tables and end up hanging out with a whose who of pro skateboarding over the next few days/nights. Brandon Biebel, Mike Carrol, Pat Duffy, Jake Brown. Jake won pretty big in vegas last week and decided to celebrate by throwing $300 worth of 1 dollar bills into the hotel pool, some rapper dudes were talking about how he "made it rain"
Our room has become the party room, people coming up and just raging every night, again, the best thing about this place is how random and awesome it can turn in a second. Brandon came up last night with a few mates, one was a TV host for fuel TV, the other was Nick who runs Diamond Supply co. We are all hooking up in Vegas next week as everyone is out there for magic. Shit is going to be parttty.
Yesterday we were hanging by the pool and that dude that was in crazy town was swimming with his daughter. Dude is a total joke but he was nice enough. He was on some rehab show, i cant think what it was called but im pretty sure it was along the lines of "my shit nu metal band sucked and now i smoke heaps of crack and need to make a living by exploiting my habit on VH1"
Ron Jeremy was there too. Good Job
Met 2 loose dudes from Reno who had been shooting a commercial with Pat and Jake. Dudes were fucking ragers, i think one of them broke one of sebs ribs.
Roosevelt hotel staff are cleaning geniuses. This place has been so trashed its retarded and every day we come back to a spotless room.
Went wakeboarding today on a lake just norht of hollywood with my good friend jeff. Now im totally fucking sunburnt. But i will come home with a tan. win.
Fortunately the hotel has a gym so i get to drink and eat whatever then run 3 miles a day and not come home a fat tard.
This hotel is haunted, the elevator stops on level 5 and 7 even if the button hasnt been pressed, aparently people died on those levels. Sucks to be a ghost man, still having to take elevators and shit. Surely you would want some rad ghost powers to be able to transfer between levels of a hotel. Fuck the afterlife.
We had a partyy up here the other night and a couple of Daryls friends came up in the elevator. Some black dude was sharing the elevator with the 2 girls and had his erect penis out. The girls werent siked, the dude was half passed out. Pretty funny though, he got in the elevator at like the 5th floor and went up to 8 with his dick out. You gotta wonder if he was such a super player that he just finished up on level 5 and was off to visit such a sure thing on 8 that he thought it wasnt worth tucking that shit back in. Manly.
Jared Leto was partying in the lobby the other night. I really wish i had met him cos i wanted to tell him that i loved his band Gone in 60 seconds.
Did i mention how sunburnt i am. I have no elasticity in my skin right now, as my fingers move i can feel my shoulder skin reacting. not good.
I did the new logo for Dim Mak's Banan Split Sundaes night the other day. Will post soon, computer is being a gay.
Met a snowboarder called Dingo that runs an apparel line called Grenade, hell good dude. Dude partys harder than amy winehouse.
Oh heres a story. Hollywood fucking sucks on a sat night, especially if your rolling 4 dudes deep without any girls. We tried to hit a few clubs but no dice. So we are walking back to the hotel and there are 3 homeboys infront of us, one on a skateboard. He sort of looked like Cody Chestnut. Anyway, the dude skated about as good as me so he fell off the front of his board and it came rolling back into us. Jurt kicked it rolling back to his feet. THe dude gets in Kurts face about kicking his board. Kurt says he was giving it back, shit gets tense, everyone continues walking. They keep looking back and we just keep walking behind sort of cautiously. one guy lifts the back of his shirt a bit to scratch and he has a pistol in the back of his pants. We cross the road. Thats not being a pussy, thats called life preservation. We aint goin out like that.
Street meat is amazing. Hot dogs of questionable expiry date cooked by non english speaking man on side of street after midnight. Its like the russian roulette of fast food.
My brother has a mo. Webcam tells me this.
Kate has swine flu, and is generally mental.
Kef is now on msn. add her here domefrombehind69@hotmail.com
Seb is addicted to in n out burger. If he doesnt have it he scratches like a crak head.
the girl on the door for the club downstairs could get aids and i would be happy.
im home in a couple of weeks, shit is crazy and we arent even in vegas yet.
come party at dorcia in melbourne on sept 11. I will be.
party most of the time.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Poolside at the hotel, poolside at the hotel..
Back, back, back in Los Angeles.
Flight delayed from Perth, ended up rocking out an hour and a half late. Heaps of "crazy" drunk aussies in the domestic terminal bar, managed to witness a shit indian aussie girl claiming that the asian bar tender was a racist cos he wouldnt serve her drunk ass. Its not cos your black you deadshit, its because you are an abnoxious drunken 18 year old.
Flight nearly crashed on takeoff. No shit. Got told off for playing bowling on my iphone. Flight attendants hate me for some reason. Ask anyone. Im hell nice too.
Got into melbourne and crashed out in the Hyatt Grand. Place was pimped out hard. Seb Valyside is footing the bill for this trip and he has come through, haarrd.
Caught up with an internet celebrity called Kate, you probably know her. She blogs about everything that happens in her life. Yes im a hypocrite. She also bleeds from the neck and has a spider that lives in her hair. We got drunk and hung out and talked heaps of shit. Was rather good. Highlite was definately the following.
Kate goes to the toilet in some scumbag melb bar. Seb and Myself sit at the table downstairs drinking. 2 absolute winner dudes come and sit uninvited at our table. "Dunno about you goiys but im ready to root." I told him that we really werent interested in rooting him. He explained that he had a hard on and was siked on "tits".
Kate returns, and shit gets awesome. She goes to the bar and the guy turns to me and says, and i quote "Is that ya missus?" "Do ya mind if i fuck her while your away?"
Thanks Melbourne.
Everyone thinks that danny and seb are drug dealers while in Melb. "Ya got any pingers broo?" "Any dingos mate?"
Notice how I never had a brother up untill a few years ago. Below is photo evidance of why that is. He was sort of born old. The curious case of daniel mellor.
Flight to LA was pretty dope, just slept the whole time. Had to run like a demon through syd airport, nearly missed my flight cos of duty free.
Checked in to the Roosevelt Hotel around lunch. Place is ay may zing. Whis will be my home for the next few weeks and i couldnt be happier. Maralyn Monro died at this hotel. Thats not cool cos she's dead, but its sort of cool. You know.
Caught up with Kurt and Brook and lots of LA mates. Siked to be back
A crackhead black dude raised his fist to seb in the lobby of the hotel. You know how you call dudes crack heads in australia, this guy actually smoked crack. Properly. Shit was pretty real.
I quit smoking but im having a haitus at the moment. Parlaiments are just great.
Went to Bardot last night to catch up with dim mak mates. Everyone was out, great times, Aoki, Dj AM and Nick Catchdubs spinning. Rad night.
Oh its summer here, glad im not in perth.
welcome back.
more soon.
Flight delayed from Perth, ended up rocking out an hour and a half late. Heaps of "crazy" drunk aussies in the domestic terminal bar, managed to witness a shit indian aussie girl claiming that the asian bar tender was a racist cos he wouldnt serve her drunk ass. Its not cos your black you deadshit, its because you are an abnoxious drunken 18 year old.
Flight nearly crashed on takeoff. No shit. Got told off for playing bowling on my iphone. Flight attendants hate me for some reason. Ask anyone. Im hell nice too.
Got into melbourne and crashed out in the Hyatt Grand. Place was pimped out hard. Seb Valyside is footing the bill for this trip and he has come through, haarrd.
Caught up with an internet celebrity called Kate, you probably know her. She blogs about everything that happens in her life. Yes im a hypocrite. She also bleeds from the neck and has a spider that lives in her hair. We got drunk and hung out and talked heaps of shit. Was rather good. Highlite was definately the following.
Kate goes to the toilet in some scumbag melb bar. Seb and Myself sit at the table downstairs drinking. 2 absolute winner dudes come and sit uninvited at our table. "Dunno about you goiys but im ready to root." I told him that we really werent interested in rooting him. He explained that he had a hard on and was siked on "tits".
Kate returns, and shit gets awesome. She goes to the bar and the guy turns to me and says, and i quote "Is that ya missus?" "Do ya mind if i fuck her while your away?"
Thanks Melbourne.
Everyone thinks that danny and seb are drug dealers while in Melb. "Ya got any pingers broo?" "Any dingos mate?"
Notice how I never had a brother up untill a few years ago. Below is photo evidance of why that is. He was sort of born old. The curious case of daniel mellor.
Flight to LA was pretty dope, just slept the whole time. Had to run like a demon through syd airport, nearly missed my flight cos of duty free.
Checked in to the Roosevelt Hotel around lunch. Place is ay may zing. Whis will be my home for the next few weeks and i couldnt be happier. Maralyn Monro died at this hotel. Thats not cool cos she's dead, but its sort of cool. You know.
Caught up with Kurt and Brook and lots of LA mates. Siked to be back
A crackhead black dude raised his fist to seb in the lobby of the hotel. You know how you call dudes crack heads in australia, this guy actually smoked crack. Properly. Shit was pretty real.
I quit smoking but im having a haitus at the moment. Parlaiments are just great.
Went to Bardot last night to catch up with dim mak mates. Everyone was out, great times, Aoki, Dj AM and Nick Catchdubs spinning. Rad night.
Oh its summer here, glad im not in perth.
welcome back.
more soon.
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