|Free tickets for fun city officials|
There probably isn't a more politically correct city this far east of Santa Monica, nor one that tolerates the shenanigans of its elected leaders quite so much, as Pasadena. It is more of a belief system than government. Maybe a mood. Say no perceived evils, never see them as well.
As most people who scribble columns about politicians know, there is no more happy combination than petty malfeasance combined with effortlessly assumed self-righteousness. It is what you pray for. And what better place to find this than on the west side of the Michillinda Curtain?
Recently it came to the attention of the world that Pasadena's elected officials, along with their institutional whipping boy, City Manager Michael Beck, had received $150,000 dollars in free tickets from the Rose Bowl Operating Company. RBOC being folks whose interests these officeholders vote upon.
And as was stated in the paper you are holding now, "The Seco Street Residents Association’s complaint accuses Darryl Dunn, the Rose Bowl stadium’s general manager, of operating a 'slush fund' of tickets that he uses to 'build political favoritism from council members,' according to the complaint."
Of course, everyone already knows about this. The FPPC has the complaint before them now. Though, outside of the faintest of wrist slaps, plus a few days of news stories, this will likely go the way of the Wooten Scandal. That is how it usually rolls.
However, I believe there is a more important dimension to this kerfuffle, one that is receiving absolutely no coverage. Anywhere. That being what exactly it is these usually prim city officials went to see.
The performers who entertained Pasadena's elected elite at these Rose Bowl events were Beyonce, Rihanna, Jay Z and Eminem. All artists known for lascivious lyrics and salacious live performances. I thought I'd take the opportunity to quote you a few of their more intriguing librettos.
Eminem: "I may fight for gay rights, especially if the dyke is more of a knockout than Janay Rice/ Play nice? B**** I'll punch Lana Del Rey right in the face twice, like Ray Rice in broad daylight in the plain sight of the elevator surveillance/ Till her head is banging on the railing, then celebrate with the Ravens."
Beyonce: "Ya man ain't never seen a booty like this, And why you think ya keep my name rolling off your tongue, 'Cus when he wanna smash I'll just write another one, I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker."
Jay Z: "'Now eat the cake, Anna Mae,' said, 'Eat the cake, Anna Mae!' I'm nice, for y'all to reach these heights … Sleep tight, we sex again in the morning."
Now all that said, I cannot claim to be too offended. As an almost two decade long veteran of Atlantic and Interscope Records, this is just the old hat corporate rhythm to me. We call these "booty shows." I paid for my house selling this kind of stuff to Wal*Mart.
Then again, I am also not an elected official in the political piety capital of the 210 Corridor. It is easy for me to say something.
So yes, I am having some trouble figuring out what the likes of Bill Bogaard, Terry Tornek and Jacque Robinson were doing at these shows. It just doesn't gibe with their daily drag. Hanging out in some of the finest free seats ever handed out by a solicitous promoter to possibly complicit local government.
It had to have been some kind of sight.