Southern California Music Awards

Me, my small buttercup of a son, Matt and Jennifer Corday at the SCMA's Saturday night.

Frank-o-Files

I just found out (thanks Google Ego Check!) that Frank Mickadeit of the one and only Orange County Register called me "the queen bee/black widow" of local alt.-journalism in a column last month.
I want that on my tombstone!

No Love

Martin Brown, director of the Orange County Music Awards, forwarded me the following email:

Greetings Martin,
I received your e-mail to remind everyone to submit to the OCMA and the Long Beach one as well. And let you know why those are not submitting to improve the show.

Well, I'd like to offer my observation of last year's awards. It mainly has to do with the female presenter. I felt that the way she carried herself was more of a "party girl" than a presenter. It's not so much the tight fitting dress, but it was the image she portrayed. I don't feel that presenters should be up there holding a beer out of a cup. It just didn't look presentable or professional. This is not a personal attack on her at all. Just the image and appearance of the presenter. So, my suggestion is to ask the presenters to dress a little more stylish and refrain from drinking while on stage. It was a little funny, but as the evening progressed, you see the alchohol slowly take affect. It's not just me, but I heard jokes from the audience who noticed this as well. So, I think this should be taken into consideration.

Thank you Martin for the opportunity.

- Eric

Now, I heard a lot of people bitch about the fact that I was drinking onstage--my cohost, Dave Styles of KIIS-FM, was horrified, though I tried to remind him it was a rock and roll awards show--but my dress was too tight? My beautiful blue China silk? Of course it's tight! It has to hold my stomach in and my boobs out! And any man who didn't appreciate that? Christ, what a fag.
I'll be presenting at the Southern California Music Awards next Saturday, Feb. 11, somewhere up in LA. I'll be the one in the nipple clamps.