Lüc Carl's Blog, page 12

LETS BE HONEST

All the rockin n rolling, all the cans of hair spray, all the broken promises and all the smeared lipstick. All the hellos and all the goodbyes that nobody remembers. All the hangovers, all the mornings wondering what happened, all the condoms, the work outs, the half marathons, the 5K’s the memorizing of the KISS lyrics. All the birthday parties, graduations, weddings, and funerals. All the new shoes, the new hats, the new cowboy boots. All the tanks of gas, the leather, the black t-shirts. The phone calls to mom, spin classes, the yoga. All the hard work, the good times and the bad times, they all boil down to one thing…. another reason to drink a beer.

Cheers assholes.

LIVE INTERVIEW ON SIRIUS/XM OutQ 108 TONIGHT!

Catch me with Derek and Romain on Sirius/XM 108 LIVE tonight at 7:00pmEST!!

We’ll be talking about my journey from San Francisco to Las Angeles and fundraising to fight AIDS.

CLICK HERE to Donate!

And come to the PROM this Sunday!

IF YOU MASTURBATE IT’LL BE TOO LATE

In light of the popularity of last nights drunken tweet I’ve decided to compile a short list of things your lazy ass could be doing on a daily basis besides masturbating.

Trim your toenails

Floss your teeth

Comb your hair

Shave

Do the dishes

Make the bed that’s had the same sheets on it for 7 months

Take out the trash

Change the lightbulb in your kitchen that has been burnt out for 4 days

If you’re feeling ambitious you could go so far as to take down your Christmas lights, or possibly hit the gym. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

 

NO SHOTS TILL BROOKLYN

2:30. Finish work. Text the boys to see what’s going on. Turns out they’re at a bar. On their bikes. Exactly what I wanted to hear.

I grabbed some food and left the 36th floor in Roc Center, Brooklyn bound. By the time I got back to the neighborhood, they were at the bike shop. One of the boys was discussing the possibility of a new set of pipes. Something the rest of us of course, strongly encouraged.

4:00. Off to Coney Island. The only way to get in 5th gear for more than 45 seconds without leaving New York City is on the Belt Parkway to Coney. A quick 8 minute ride at 70 miles per hour. 3 other bikes in tow. My hair in a ponytail flapping in the wind, something I knew I’d regret later when I ran a brush through it, but for the time being it felt perfect. Freedom, rock n roll, life.

Once in Coney we parked on the sidewalk and made our way through the parting masses to the first, and only bar we found. 4 guys with long hair in black leather carrying helmets, two of which tower over 6 feet tall, thirsty and searching for something that we didn’t even know was missing.

5:00. 4 Budweisers followed by 4 Budweisers. Back to the neighborhood to add a girl to the mix.

6:30. 4 Budweisers followed by 4 Miller High Lifes. The biker looking into new pipes adds a girl to our group, which is why we’re here in the first place. 4 warriors on 8 wheels on a mission to add another doe to the herd and do whatever he has to do to keep her there long enough to achieve false conception.

7:00. Off to Manhattan to add another doe. 6 Budweisers followed by 6 Budweisers. We’re starting to get fired up, while exhausted at the same time. Fueled by American beer and gasoline, still searching for something we’ll never find. And I’m quite certain we’d prefer to leave it undiscovered in order to give us a reason to continue our journey.

8:00. Sun down. 4 bikes perfectly aligned outside the only rock n roll bar in Manhattan, we set off back to the neighborhood to get us to where we really want to be. Drunk.

9:00. Bikes perfectly aligned outside an isolated bar within walking distance from all of our homes, just in case we get a little too high. A bar that only an old man would set foot in, if he could even find it, searching for booze to drown the memories of a past relationship while watching a ball game. Surrounded by other gentlemen of the same age group and desire of a barstool. It’s now ok for the 4 warriors to drink as much whiskey as they need to come to the end of our daily journey. Two of us with woman on our laps, drinking just as much as the boys they had their arms around while coming over the Brooklyn Bridge moments earlier.

The rest of time. The search goes on. And thank god for that.

BROOKLYN HALF: TEAM DRUNK DIET

BROOKLYN HALF MARATHON

@TeamDrunkDiet

Unfortunately our new uniforms will not be finished by tomorrow. We’re looking to have them the first week of June.

For those of us that are racing… Meet at baggage check at Eastern Parkway and Classon Ave next to the Botanical Gardens at 6:00am.

After the race, meet at Peggy O’Neil s on Surf Avenue with beers in hand.

And we’ll all have Paul in our thoughts as he prepares for Sunday’s Cleveland Marathon!

FUCK MODERATION

After eating two hot dogs, pasta salad, mashed potatoes, and roast beef for lunch, I ate an entire pizza for dinner (Less one slice. No cheese of course). All of this on top of dozens of beers. Shots of tequila, shots of whiskey, girls, baseball, rock n roll.

About the only thing I did “right” was drink plenty of water and get to bed around midnight. And luckily the Mets won and continue to look good.

Today, it’s a 5 mile recovery run, work, off to bed early.

I’ll see you at the finish line of the Brooklyn Half Marathon tomorrow morning. Beer in hand at 8:30AM.

 

 

THE DRUNK DIET ON AUDIO BOOK!

Now available on CD, MP3CD, and Audio Download!

CLICK HERE!!!!

(I did not record the audio. It was beyond my control and was not an option).

THANKS STEVEN TYLER!

I’d like to thank Steven Tyler for coming back to the forefront in pop culture. As I walk around through life random idiots now say “Hey, he looks like Aerosmith” instead of the usual “Hey look it’s Howard Stern!” (Nothing against Howard Stern. Still waiting on that phone call to come on your show. The ex-girlfriend crap is ancient history so let’s cut the bull shit. Your listeners would love my book and I love you.)

When he first took  his job on American Idol I rolled my eyes just as every other rocker in America. In hindsight I think it was absolutley genious. Take it from me, in 2012 it’s very difficult to make a living in rock n roll and it looks as though he’s doing just fine.

I do find it interesting that they’re calling me “Aerosmith” instead of “Steven Tyler.” I’m sure Joe Perry would be happy to hear that.

Although I just heard that Howard Stern will be on some American Idol-like program which means I’ll be going back to being Howard Stern in the streets. But that also means there could be some time slots opening up in radio….

Someday, as I’m walking around through this thing called life they’ll say, “Hey, you look like Lüc Carl.” I hope that someday is soon.

M3 WRAP UP!

Lüc and Eddie Trunk introducing KIX





















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YES!

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Ratt n Roll!

















Enuff Znuff


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Bang Tango


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