dark side's comin' now nothin' is real....

but you'll never know just how i feel...

greatness.

the first eddie and the cruisers absolutely kicked major ballsacks.

let me see if i can give a synapsis of the second one...

eddie wilson moves to canada after fleeing a car accident and faking his own death because he found out that he wasn't very good after playing with a bunch of black folk. he changed his name to joe west and worked construction, but sometimes frequented bars and played on open mic nights. he grew a caterpillar on his lip for a disguise. he meets a hotshot guitar kid who doesn't know how to hear the silence in the desert and must be taught. they pick up quin quinlan on bass and sexy charley taylor on drums and some black dude on sax who knew joe west was really eddie wilson because you can't disguise the way you play.....man. in the meantime, joe, i mean eddie, meets this artist chick who is a complete pain in the ass and not even very hot. eddie could do way better but nobody knows he's eddie yet and shit. except the black dude on sax. yeah whatever. but he ain't tellin cause he's cool like that and shit. anyway, the guitar dude mails a demo to a montreal rock concert audition type thing and joe blows a fuse when he finds out because they aren't quite finished throwing snowballs in the forest and aren't in the pocket. oh yeah, they also picked up this piano dude but i can't remember his name. he had a real eighties thompson twins kinda haircut and shit. after smashing his guitar and tearing up his songs and throwing them in the fire, the black dude convinces eddie that he should play the festival. he shows up and the record company people who told him his music sucked before he faked his death recognize him and he tries to split, but the bitch runs out to the car and tells him that they should kill themselves together. he decides to play so the bitch will shut her mouth and shaves his mustache off and goes out and completely rocks balls. he tells the audience he is eddie wilson and almost never plays his guitar except for some off beat strumming. and the crowd chants "eddie, eddie, eddie"...

the end...

i have been working on a screenplay for "eddie and the cruisers 3" for a while. here's a brief rundown...

"eddie gets real fat and starts taking karate lessons. six illegitimate kids come out of the woodwork and claim eddie is the father. the paternity tests prove that they indeed are eddie wilson's children. they move into his mansion in jersey and a new reality television show called, "the wilson's" airs on network tv. ratings soar. two of the children become vj's on mtv and the other four form their own band. their album hits number one and the remake of the single "we are family" stays on the charts for 87 weeks. line dances ensue. eddie ends up being a judge on "nashville star" and is later found dead of an opium overdose in his hotel room........or is he?"

that's as far as i've gotten so far.

i would like to take this time and use it as a moment of silence for the late johnnie cockroach. i mean cochran. he died today of a brain disease. coincidence? possibly. but i think we know better. how can we ever underestimate the brilliant legal mind who came up with "if the glove doesn't fit, you must acquit." i believe the first to combine lawyering and rapping. truly ahead of his time. a spokesman for a generation. a genius.

well kids.. that's about it for tonight. i've gotta go watch t.v. and think about cool shit like i always do..

word and shit,

scott