Hot & Frothy

My buddy Justin is a barista at Portfolio, a popular coffeehouse here in Long Beach. Recently he revealed to me his outstanding talent for creating images in the foam of lattes, and we hatched a plan to put together a blog featuring his creations. Thus, Hot & Frothy was born.

Here's a taste to whet your appetite:

It's supposed to Bret Michaels. (You know how I feel about him.)

Justin is supposed to be texting me latte art on the regular now so we can keep this blog going. So go check it out!

You got to live until you're dead.

Lux Interior passed today.

The Cramps have been one of my favorite bands for ten years now. "Let's Get Fucked Up" was the song that introduced me to punk rock, in the rattly Jeep of my step-aunt when I was 12 years old. Their live shows have been some of the best I have ever seen. Lux was always on my list of the greatest living frontmen -- now he's on my list of the greatest frontmen of all time.

This is the first celebrity death in a while that has truly affected me, moved me to tears, stopped my heart for a second. Lux will be sorely missed. A true loss for punk rock.

Now, go light a candle, listen to "Songs The Lord Taught Us," and get fucked up for Lux.