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Warrant

Great White (Set Broadcast LIVE)

Stryper

LA Guns (Set Broadcast LIVE)

XYZ

Bang Tango

Loudness

Dokken (Set Broadcast LIVE)

Quiet Riot

Queensryche (Set Broadcast LIVE)

Ratt

Skid Row

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DRUNK DIET REVIEW FROM EVEWINE101.com

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Luc Carl, New York City bar manager, DJ, and, what is most important to me: someone that drinks, diets and exercises, pretty much drew me into reading his book after this wild ride of an intro:

“The Drunk Diet is not a diet plan that involves getting drunk and then going to the gym to do some cross training…The point is not to get drunk and get into shape…The Drunk Diet is me being a smart-ass and giving the finger to every other “(fill in the blank) Diet” book on the shelf.  This is my story.  If you don’t like it, write your own f—ing book.”

(Note from Eve: Okay, I took out the f word as I don’t want my spam filter to go nuts with a bunch of f—ing comments.)

Carl drinks and works at a bar.  In that sense he’s just like the rest of us, whether I choose to sip and evaluate wine or Luc chooses to throw back a wild concoction he’s made at his bar.  (See Recipe Sunday on 5/13 for his light cocktail recipes.)  Some of what I thought I’d get: changes in his food choices and growing exercise regimens, yes, but I also gained from his perspective on enjoying life within some semblance moderation.

One of Carl’s motivators early on was a line that Bill Murray coughed out as he failed to do a single decent push-up in the movie Stripes, “I gotta get in shape. I gotta dry out or I’ll be dead before I’m thirty.”

Those of us that enjoy wine, or spirits, may enjoy food just as much, myself very much included.  Carl says “When you’re drunk, your body encourages you to eat as much as possible to soak up all that booze.”

Carl mentions the Cookie Diet, and I used it in the title of this review because, as Carl puts it, diet “books were saying the same thing: you can’t drink if you want to lose weight.  I can’t drink but there’s something on the shelf called The Cookie Diet? F— you.”  I felt the same way…really, how healthy and effective can a cookie be?

Carl then takes readers on his journey, not the healthiest of diets since he was a kid, and then later, morphed into the bar scene full throttle.  Once he hit 40 pounds of excess weight, he decided he wanted to be sexy and that became his mantra.

“My whole life, I thought fresh vegetables were gross and pretentious.  (I didn’t even know what the word “pretentious” meant until I moved to the big city.  Just saying the word is pretentious where I come from.)… I stopped thinking of vegetables as ‘asparagus’ or ‘string beans’; I was thinking of them as ‘confidence’ and ‘sex.’”

Carl says it’s easier just to start over with new restaurants, so that you don’t get caught in the rut of ordering what you’ve always ordered.  I know at a certain wine bar I always order the cheese plate, doubled if it’s my dinner.  Probably not the best of ideas to continue that.

He also talks about holiday eating and New Year’s resolutions.  He may still drink what he wants to for this “f—ing shit show to end – the day also known at January 2” but he heads right back to the gym on January 3.

He also tried giving up booze for a couple of weeks.  Worked on week one, and failed miserably on week two – because his body was used to a certain amount of calories. ( I was successful at that once, when Ed was on platoon duty – 24 hours on, 24 hours off – I drank with him at home, and abstained while he abstained at work.  That and the idea that he was doing P90X also motivated me.  I lost 10 pounds.  It’s creeped back and you know what, he’s headed back to platoon duty this very week.  So, it may not be January 3, but I know I can do it…as long as there isn’t a wine event I’m covering while he’s working!)

About halfway through The Drunk Diet Carl tells readers that wine is kind to the waistline: “There’s a reason they don’t call it a ‘wine gut’” – I’d like to have on a T-shirt.

The remaining part of the book is dedicated to Carl’s favorite exercises and his running goals.  I enjoyed watching him execute a push up in his New York bar and, have to admit, could feel his runner’s high.  Especially when he had a cigarette – I’ve never smoked – just before his first 5K.  He finally quit the habit.  But, he did admit to being drunk the night before!  Even ran in a Jack Daniel’s T-shirt = my hero!

In his conclusion he begins with a lament, “…why I couldn’t get drunk all day, eat like shit, get wasted, and repeat.  Wasn’t the human body designed to have fun all the time?”  And then he answered himself: “If we partied every day, all day, partying wouldn’t be that fun anymore.”  Agreed.

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(Marty E., Breedlove, Tommy London, Luc Carl at The Drunk Diet launch party)

Lüc Carl grew up in Nebraska raised on heavy metal, Chef Boyardee and the smell of peroxide wafting up from his mother’s basement salon. This shaped him into an avid rock and roller, touring in bands you’ve never heard of. He landed in New York City, gorging on it’s nightlife and with his long shaggy locks and spandex pants quickly becoming a permanent fixture on the scene. But one day he realized that an extra forty pounds filled his signature spandex. Slippery slope to permanent obesity and health problems? Hellz yeah. Decidedly unsexy? Most definitely. This is New York fucking City, not Nebraska. We don’t do heavy –unless it’s metal.

But can a die-hard hard rocker become fit and still lead a life of rock and roll? In his book The Drunk Diet: How I Lost 40 Pounds Wasted Luc Carl shows us that this is absolutely possible. He defies the stereotypes that rock and roll = unhealthy and that fitness fanatic = douchebag. Going from fried chicken and cigarettes to fresh fruit and marathons wasn’t easy but The Drunk Diet makes Luc’s journey an enjoyable and informative read. It’s also slyly inspirational. There are no platitudes or “shoulds” in this book. Simply by example of his own transformation through trial and error while staying true to who he is, Luc makes you realize that the change is there for the taking.

 

I stopped by St. Jerome’s recently and talked to Luc about his book, New York and Rock and Roll.

What inspired you to write the book?

I read a bunch of diet books and they all pissed me off. I wanted to shove it up the doctors asses…all these “experts” that wrote all these diet books. I wanted to show how you could have my kind of schedule and still party and still get in shape.

At The Drunk Diet book launch party

Something unique about your book is that you say you can get in really good shape – and in fact you have – and you don’t have to give up drinking. Why do you think so many people think that you have to stop drinking to get in shape?

Well I think if you have to give up drinking completely then you probably have a problem. Two glasses of wine on a Saturday afternoon is not a problem. It’s all about moderation.

You made major lifestyle changes in terms of your health – did you do it pretty much on your own?

I read a lot of books and learned a lot, but like I said before they also really pissed me off. Things like “The Cookie Diet”! That’s not going to lead to permanent changes. So I used that as fuel. There’s nothing like being pissed off to wanna kick somebody’s ass. That’s the whole point. You get pissed at a guy you wanna fight him. I was pissed at a lot of people and I wanted to fight them. I wanted to be like Rocky Balboa and win.

Did you lose friends through this process? Sometimes when people are trying to make changes their friends feel threatened or whatnot. There were a couple guys who went to rehab – actually a few times – but they’re in completely different places right now…but other than that I still talk to all my asshole friends and we still go out drinking all the time.

You’ve become an avid runner. What do you love best about it?

It makes me normal it makes me sane. Everyday I wake up I work on the website… and everything builds up in my brain like a game of Tetris and I go for a run and it sets me back to normal. It get rids of my crazies

Sex or running? If you had to pick one?

I can’t answer that one…laughs…I’ll go with sex!

What do you value the most in your friends?

Honesty

In your girlfriend?

A beautiful ass.

Do you plan on staying in NYC?

Oh yeah, at some point I‘d love to have a small ranch in Wyoming but I’d still want to have a place here. This is definitely my home and I have no plans on leaving anytime soon!

What do you love best about New York?

It’s like a giant ball of fire. Lets say you go out of town to the Catskills or a bed and breakfast. And then you come back to the city and when you’re at the edge you can feel that energy and then at some point you become a part of that energy –and the inspiration completely surrounds you at all times and it’s an amazing thing.

Are there any current rock and roll bands you like? 
Very Few! Of course locally there’s The Dirty Pearls. Then there’s The Sword from Austin TX, Airbourne from Australia…I’m really into -they’re working on their third album but the first 2 were really killer. Eye On Fire from San Francisco. There are very few. I don’t like rock bands that try to sound “new” instead of like rock and roll.

It’s kind of like how there’s a certain kind of country music that sounds the same…

Exactly! And classical. And jazz. I don’t know why rock bands think they have to reinvent all the time. It’s like they’re afraid the record company will get bored. It’s why all the bands I like from the last 10 years just sound like Metal. Not like they’re trying to be from the future or some bullshit. The futures already happening don’t bother to try and reinvent it.

Other than St. Jerome’s if people are interested in hearing rock and roll in the city where would you recommend.

Three of Cups on 1st ave. It’s the shit. Other than that there’s a place in Williamsburg called Duffs…that place is amazing. If you can stand going to Williamsburg. Which I can’t! Also MotorCity kicks ass too!

Last question! Anything you’ve learned from running?

Every morning I have to achieve a goal that no one gives a flying shit about and it’s all a personal goal and that plays into my everyday life. Just walking down the street I feel like a much more accomplished human being because I achieved my goal in my running shoes. Or even if I have a really bad day and I can’t achieve my goal at least I tried…yeah, running makes everything in life better.

 

M3 HERE I COME!

On my way to M3!!!! I’ll be broadcasting LIVE on Hair Nation Tonight and Tomorrow night until Midnight!!

Here’s a list of the bands I’ll be interviewing this weekend….

Night Ranger

Enuff Z Nuff

Warrant

Kix

Great White

Stryper

LA Guns

XYZ

Bang Tango

Loudness

Dokken

Quiet Riot

Queensryche

Ratt

Skid Row

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1-800-DRUNK-DIET

3:00am call to dispatch

Victim:  ”Hello. Please help me I’ve just ordered disco fries and I don’t think I can resist the smell of gravy in my weakened state.” 

Dispatch: “Stay calm. Are the fries in the same room as you?”

Victim: “Yes! They’re right in front of me! And they’re next to a pastrami sandwich!”

Dispatch: “The first thing to do is step away from the pastrami. Go into the other room and breath deeply.”

Victim: “Ok. I’m in the bedroom.”

Dispatch: “When you’ve gained your composure, go back into the kitchen and throw the fries into the trash can!”

Victim: “Ok. Thank you.”

Dispatch: “Next time be a more responsible Drunk Dieter. But 1-800-Drunk-Diet will always be here to help!”

 

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FAMILY

Truth is they’re a huge pain in the ass. But I’d rather have a huge pain in my ass than no pain at all because no pain hurts more than pain itself.

Call your mother. She has an entire day dedicated to her, which happens to be this Sunday.  What the fuck do you have?

NEW JERSEY

Since the day I signed up for the New Jersey Marathon, which was one hour after crossing the finish line of my previous marathon, it was my dream to ride my Harley from my house to Asbury Park, NJ home of Bruce Springsteen, to run the New Jersey Marathon.

I finished work early, filled the saddle bags, and took off towards the Varizano bridge hoping the clouds would contain the rain at least until I arrived at my destination.

I pulled up to the hotel at around 4:00pm. Rainbow flags hanging all over the building and a nightclub attached to the hotel made it very clear that this was a party hotel and we were out of our element. I made it to bed at a decent hour the first night after a restaurant and three bars. By the time we got back to the hotel it was lit up like a god damn runway at an airport. People were pouring in and out of the lobby and the sounds of awful club music were all around. I went to bed and it was as if my bed was right in the center of the dance floor. The bass was so incredibly loud I felt as though we put 50 cents into a coin slot to make the bed vibrate on purpose. That mixed with the neon signs outside of our window made it very apparent that this was the worlds worst hotel for anyone looking to get some sleep. (I should clarify that I did not choose this hotel. It was chosen by a teammate who is usually put in charge of planning because he prides himself in being the best planner on the team. Which he usually is. Until now).

I picked up the phone and called every other hotel in the area and they were all sold out. Luckily I was tired enough that I fell asleep regardless of the bass. The next morning I switched to a room on the other end of the hotel as far away from the club as possibly.

A 3 mile run with the team, breakfast, shower, off to the expo. We picked up our numbers and had a beer at the bar next door which happened to be a race track that wasn’t currently running any horses but was still available to make bets on the big race down in Kentucky.

We made our way back to town and found an amazing restaurant that was situated in what looked like at one point was the home of a very wealthy man. The food was amazing. Two bottles of wine were killed along with oysters, pasta, and deserts. On our way back to the hotel we searched far and wide for somewhere to pick up some breakfast for before the race. Eventually we found a small conveinince store with a sign outside that said “Worlds Best Breakfast.” We went inside. I asked the man for 6 scrambled eggs. He cracked the eggs and poured them on a small skilled and let them fry. While watching him try to slice them into sections in order to flip them over, I screamed over the counter “Hey man, just take the spatula and fuck those eggs up. Move them around.” I taught the owner of a place that makes the “Worlds Greatest Breakfast” how to scramble an egg and I’m damn proud of it.

Back to the hotel. Alarm clock at 5:15 am. Off to the race.

The weather was perfect. I took a great shit and felt healthy and confident. At mile 15 I totally died. Luckily my teammate Josh was running with me the entire time. We both struggled for a half a mile at a time for the rest of the entire race. At one point I began to think to myself, I felt much better than this in Anchorage. Seconds later, Josh asked me if I was feeling better or worse than I felt at this point in the race in Anchorage. To which I replied… “I’m fucking dying bro.” Which was a mantra that continued between the two of us for the entire race.

We pushed on towards what would become the greatest finish of my life. Every mile I was in sever pain and wanted to quite. But after 18 fucking weeks I wasn’t about to let New Jersey get the best of me. I left Josh behind at about the 25 mile mark and went on to kick hard over the finish line for a 12 minute PR of 3:27:27. And that my friends, is the Worlds Greatest Breakfast.

WHAT A DUMP

I spent every waking hour of the last 18 months dedicating myself to the extremely grueling race I’m running tomorrow morning at 8am, and were staying in the worlds loudest motel. More cell phone updates to come. P.S. this wa written while on the shitter.

THE CHEESEBURGER OR THE VAGINA

Men are programmed by society to order red meat and fried potatoes in social situations. When the whole table orders cheeseburgers and fries and it gets to you and you order a salad with the dressing on the side, the natural reaction is “what a pussy.”

Meanwhile, that salad will put you on an express train to Laid Town, USA.

Who’s the pussy now?