Judges tape: Greg Allman performs Melissa at Doheny St. Beach

You don’t get to hear cool shit in south OC very often.

This was the first song he ever wrote…and my favorite ALL TIME.

Anyway : Live from the beaches of The Point. “Oh….Greg Allman… what would YOU DO??” –Peter Griffin

Music Performance: 9.8

Ensemble music: 9.9

GE Music: 10.0

Judges tape: Greg Allman performs Melissa at Doheny St. Beach

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Hashtag Don Sterling pt. 1b – “November 7th, 1991” …

…this was going to be a very special day for me – it was my twelfth birthday. Mom & Dad had arranged for a limosine to take me, my best friend Cam and Tony (may he rest in peace) to Balboa Island for a long night of Arcade Street Fighter and pizza…what more could a twelve yr old boy ask for?

On the bus ride home from school there were rumors that “something was wrong with Magic…he was like; sick or something.”

By the time I got home, Mom was glued to the TV…and the words that still ring in my ear are from the mouth of my all-time favorite athlete, “I tested HIV positive….I am retiring from the NBA.”

What did we know about HIV in 1991? What did a 12 yr old kid know? What did the drooling masses and media sharks know? That’s up for debate. I can only vouch for my reaction: [Chris-your favorite player’s career is over…he is dying and there is nothing YOU or ANYONE ELSE can do about it. Viruses; like the common cold are composed of self-replicating ribose-nucleic acid and scientists can only hope to treat it but cures are beyond present medical technology. HIV can “blossom” into something far worse known as Autoimmune Deficiency Disorder…which would lower Magic’s t-cell count and render his ability to fight sickness and infection moot – a sore throat could KILL HIM. HIV spreads via blood and/or semen…Magic probably got it from all the “serious ass” he gets] —- so I cried.

And cried. And cried.

Then the limo showed up with my buds…we went to Balboa. I whipped the hell out of them and everyone else using what’s known to gamers as cheese. By having Blanka use a jumping attack combined w/ a strong kick or overhead swipe….block or no block, by repeatedly tapping any punch button Blanka electrifies and once the opponent is trapped in the corner he can’t escape. I won every match and only spent a total of $0.50…the extra 25 cents to get back in the game after we had pizza….

….but it was a very somber night. All the cheese and limosines and Balboa Island’s in the world could not shake the “fact” that my hero was going to die – perhaps quite soon. I cried several more times that night and over subsequent weeks following.

Mom bought a very nice book that Magic Johnson wrote shortly after entitled “What You Can Do to Avoid AIDS,” Copyright 1992, Times Books. ISBN# 8129-2063-5. A photo of my 1st edition can be found here.

(sorry if this image and link doesn’t show or link properly…it took me two hours just to write the JavaScript to get Google Analytics up and running…I’m crash coursing myself on this and HTML and how to make it all jive with WP…for now the information supersedes my mediocre coding ability)

So….Don! Buddy! Thanks again for being “THAT GUY”!!!! Thx for reinforcing negative Jewish stereotypes…cuz we love that, bro! You fucking spineless heartless hypocritical douchebag….


MJ does NOT HAVE AIDS that is a LIE you fuck! 

DON! In what way is MJ a bad example for kids? His miraculous ability to fight, compete, survive…stay healthy? The $15 million he raised for HIV/AIDS education, prevention and research? The massive amounts of time and cash he donates to inner-city kids on a regular basis? The book he wrote just months after his announcement that helped me not only stop crying, but gave me the strength and knowledge to not only avoid AIDS despite my high risk behavior…but the courage to get tested regularly….INCLUDING LAST FRIDAY????

Before I really shoot my mouth off? I’ll end by quoting MJ once more…. “I will pray for him.”


stay tuned for pt 2 – “Lofts” coming soon and thx for your patronage and support. One Love -Tapper7

Hashtag fucking Donald Sterling part 1…

Wow. You ever seen a hashtag blow up so fast? I don’t know if you were jerking around the filthhole we so lovingly call twitter that night…if you weren’t….#donsterling was scrolling so fast on my iPod I couldn’t even read the tweets…it popped to the top of Google Trends like a teenager with some scante and the pswd to his Dad’s favorite wank site. On my end? I couldn’t even open the fucking APP. PERIOD….’round ’bout midnite.

Unlike most of you….on the uhhh….”internets” ….I was NOT jerking off that night, I was thinking.

Hard to believe.

Who the fuck is Don Sterling? The Clippers? LA? Something about hypocrisy? Racism? TMZ?

And then it hit me.

<<<Rewind: one decade>>>


AKA Crack Alley.

So WTF was a lace-curtain OC-raised and SLO-educated Jew-boy like me doin’ on possibly the most notorious stretch in the city (Not counting Florence and Normandy, whose McDonald’s parking lot I’ve wasted countless hours in…)? Well w/o defaming myself too badly…Let’s just say I’ve crossed paths with Ironman down there…more times than either of us would care to admit.

So I’m sitting on the corner…nodding. Nearby a crack-whore is blowing a dude…sharps litter the sidewalk…a few blacks are drunk and a fight breaks out across the street. Men and women from all walks of life are shooting dope and smoking crack. In broad daylight. It is high noon.

An LAPD black&white rolls by…sirens blaring….followed by an ambulance….we all heard the shots, but nobody even blinks (certainly not me). The fight just grows, hustlers, dopers, pimps, pushers, dealers, hoes, … even the rats just go about their business.

More rollers. Beat cops don’t have time to mess with dope and blow jobs when ALL of them are working Robbery/Homicide straight out of the academy. They even used to have a saying, “Just another dead nigger in the street.”

Good God! what does all this have to do with Donny, Tapper?

Wait for it.


Part Two coming soon: “Slumlord Millionaire”

spc thx 2: Cal Poly Journalism, Clear Channel, Don, Vince and the rest of my ppl…even the ones who shame us…Don and SELF included.

The universe tends towards…

Disorder. That’s a basic law of quantum mechanics.  It’s a drop of ink hitting a glass of water. It will always fall apart. Always in a different way.

This animation is shockingly insightful. It shows the abstraction between its title and that intelligence can reverse entropy… if only for an epoch, a millenia, a lifetime, a day, a night, a song, a beat or even a moment.

This one jerked a few tears out. If you haven’t seen this:




RUSH tribute band makes YouTube debut

Force Ten is a new project by legendary musician/soprano/trumpeter  Scott Steward. As a renowned soprano soloist in the 1993 and 1995 incarnations of the 11-time world champion Blue Devils Drum & Bugle Corps, not to mention his exploits on the mellowphone as a decibel, technique, range and improvisational master of the (sadly) now-defunct Magic Kingdom Corps, which was the official drum corps of Disneyland, along with the Trashcan Trio, these groups represented the cream of the crop in the world of brass and percussion.

In a daring move, the professional brass player and vocalist has devoted his skills to a tribute group quite possibly inimitable; the hyper-skilled, transcendently creative, three man “loudest band on earth” Known to all musicians, university graduates, rock enthusiasts and Canadians as RUSH.

This blogosite will always be a repository for music snobbery. So click the link and chill with Force Ten, The 6.5 minute music video goes great with a large adult beverage.

Mars clearly visible!

image So here’s what you need to do, go outside, look due south-east, and tilt your head up about 15 degrees. It’s big, it’s red and it’s CLOSE! It also ties in neatly with my upcoming feature on how to save the economy without bombing brown people. You check it out… ill write up a proposal to restore American Glory without lies, guns, bombs or constitutional rights removal… or communist threats to our bodily fluids. Now go! Check this s&!$ out!!!!

Shooooot iiiiit!!!!!!!!!!!

/*the following joke requires knowledge of programming languages, comic books and obscure movie references….it’s going to go downhill from here on out. So “kitchee coo you bastards!”*/

#include <iostream.h>

int main{
cout << “Hello World….this is the first and last time this domain will be able to communicate! Tapper is taking over! DONT TRUST HIS LIES” <<
return 0;