
Hippie sweetheart Narayana checks in with a fat Abbott Kinney fish.
The rest of the clan fields phone interviews around the corner while Eddie and Glenn conk out in the London hotel’s movie theater with producer Megan Delaney.
“And this fucking baby!” Seconds later everybody all but drops dead laughing at Dennis Quaid’s demented fake meltdown. Featuring Bhagavan at noon, Govinda at three, Mukunda at six, and Narayana at nine.
It’s hard to keep your lip curled with all of mid-June LA stretched out at your feet, but Glenn does a pretty damn good job of it on the roof of Capitol Records.
After high-fiving Van Halen, Glenn and Eddie scramble over to Eddie the Head’s handprint. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!
Despite being distinctly more Grammy-minded, Eddie goes in for his Oscar.
Eddie and Glenn run interference as big brother Bhagavan takes a turn behind the wheel of an unlocked bomber. (That might be a lie.)
All those patches are handmade with cloth, plastic, paint, and Wite-Out, just like Randy’s famous doughnuts.
Anything director Crystal Moselle has looked at in the past six years has completely blown up. Power mom Susanne Reisenbichler looks delighted as always.
Everything’s coming up Milhouse.
These mugs again. A visit to Capitol Records is a sweet reprieve for a couple of punks locked in a long week of movie biz.
Mukunda beams his approval after a gang of makeup geniuses set him up with a brand-new Colombian necktie.
Mukunda and Bhagavan giddily scam on a Hollywood Boulevard Batman during a late-night CVS snack run.