On March 26, those of you in the Southern CA region will be able to see Johnny Hazzard in a new form - The Music Reviewer for Frontiers Magazine. I reviewed a band called the Lashes, their album “Get It” is now part of my top 10. I must say that this is really exciting, a completely new way of expression and you know what the best part is - you can’t see me. I must say it is very refreshing. I feel successful in a new way and I like that. You all may have seen the article/interview I did with InNewsWeekly out in Boston. I will have a guest entry on why I return to Boston every summer. It will run in the Pride issue in June and hopefully will lead to a regular spot.

My scene went really well yesterday. My newbie co-star Justin Slater is just my type. Standing at 5′10″ he has a look of Marlboro man meets super hero with a face and pecs carved from granite. He is solid, hairy and full of smiles. We did it in a sling with me topping! I LOVE TO TOP A MUSCLED MAN! Chi Chi was more than pleased. I believe the movie is called “Leather Sessions” and I think the theme is Asian.

Last night was spent writing and holding the phone to my ear answering questions from a Sprint Representative named J.R. I renewed my contract yesterday and apparently got lucky when I was put through to him. He was able to offer me a free phone through the mail in 3 days complete with phone number and no interaction of any kind with anybody. Just the way I like it. I asked why he was able to deliver this piece of goodness into my life. He replied that some reps can offer certain things when others cannot. Just as I was appreciating my good luck, the signal cut out. I thought maybe he would call back but he never did. It turns out however that he did, but my phone never rang. This morning I spent my morning coffee cursing the Hollywood Hills. But low and behold, J.R. called as I was doing this entry and was able to reinstate my good luck.

The awards last week really took me by storm. It was a rush that I did not expect at all. Waiting for the name to be read from the envelope was so nerve racking I thought I was going to puke. Seriously, I could really feel the tension in my gut - or was that the gin and tonics Rage so freely dispensed to me? Whatever the case, it was incredible.

A great deal of work went in to that scene with Tyler. The tight quarters proved to be a major technical challenge for lighting and Chi Chi had to instruct everybody via baby monitor. After it was done we knew it felt like a winner.

Who knew I would have to act for porn? It never occurred to me. I honestly blew the entire thing off. Lines? Oh sure, why not? Well, let me tell you - I’ve learned my lesson. Cut!…again…now from this angle, now from this one….wait!, car, wait, plane. Johnny, you fucked up. It was definitely an experience that I would love to do again. In fact, I have been given a scripts for a couple of Indie films. It just goes to prove that porn is drifting closer and closer to the mainstream and awards open doors.

The awards ceremony was a total rush, but immediately after I got to do something even more exhilarating. Picture it. West Hollywood, 2006, the beginning of the After Party at the Abbey thrown by Channel 1. Boy Wonder and I walked past 70 or so people waiting in line to his car to stash my winnings. (Lord knows those babies would never have seen the dawn if they joined me inside.) Upon reaching the end of the line, I turned to Boy Wonder and said, “I hate people that do this, but tonight is my fucking night.” We walked right up to the front of the line and bore a path through the throng of angry people that would have traded an vital organ to gain entrance. I made eye contact with the doorman and that was it, done! No questions. That was so cool!

Anyone that knows me at all will tell you that I’m not the meet-and-greet sort. Sure, I enjoy interesting conversation over a cocktail, but making the rounds just isn’t in my repertoire. Boy Wonder is even worse and yet he was driving me like a tractor mower. In certain situations he shows a side of his personality that’s in storage most of the time. He introduced me to John D’Addario of Fleshbot fame, who I had only corresponded with before. I spoke briefly with Gay Porn Blog editor Jack Shamama from the Falcon camp. The lovely and vivacious MaleFlixxx-matrix Mary rocked my world with her crownless queen attitude and boytoy entourage. Jesus, it is all such a blur!

Well, that is all I can possibly muster for now. Thanks again to all the positive feedback from my readers - and to one especially (you know who you are).

Yesterday I dropped mom at LAX for her red eye back home. The entire day I saw that she was keeping something back. Tears. Sadness. It broke my heart really, I was so sad to have to end what was such a great time for her. I could’ve honestly had her here for an additional week. Easy. But she had to go back. It was suprisingly painful for me that I actually cried most the way down La Cienega. I told her to call me when she got to the gate. I really meant it and felt so relieved to hear from her once she was there. Had this been the way she had felt when I left for my first day of kindergarten?

So tonight is the big night. The 2006 GAYVN Awards. I’m up for 5, including: “Best Actor”, “Best Performer”, “Best Solo Scene”, “Best Sex Scene”, and something else obviously not of much interest to me. The movie itself carries 12. To tell you the truth, I am a bit nervous. Not only for me, but for my company. This was such a monumental group effort. We all worked very hard to make this happen. Some had to work “harder” than others. Oh come on! You didn’t think I was going to let that pass did you? Last night and the better part of this morning were spent finishing the blazer I designed special for the event(s). Funny, I knew this was happening last year yet I still waited until 2 days before the party to start my project. I guess that keeps it fresh.

Tonight mother returns East. She has always enjoyed meeting the people that are close to me. All through High School she encouraged my friends to come to our house whenever they wanted. How convenient that our outdoor fridge came equipped with a tap of Miller Genuine Draft and a fully-stocked bar downstairs from the days when my parents owned and operated a bar. She loved meeting my friends and why should this visit and time of my life be any different? I had her meet Boy Wonder at one of our favorite little places, Cheebo. I also thought she would enjoy seeing the studio where all the magic happens. The day we visited the studio, I sat my mom in front of the new edition of Unzipped as I went upstairs to see who was there. I immediately saw Chi Chi and Rob Reimer, my publicist viewing the trailer for “GAYVN Performer Of The Year” in her office. “I have a guest here” I said in a non-chalant tone and yelled downstairs “come on up.” “Who is it?” Chi Chi asked. “My mom” I said. She couldn’t have reached for that remote to press stop fast enough. My mother gave her a big hug and as Chi Chi peered over her sholder, she caught my eye and said in a big smile with a very condescending tone “Do you really think it’s OK for her to be here”…”Are you kidding me?” “It’s soooooo fine”. After getting my approval and losing the quite attractive shade of embarrassment Chi Chi had just put on, she said “Great, look at this” With that being said, she pressed play and all 4 of us watched as man after man was introduced as contender for “Performer Of The Year.”

Right before we left, Rob kindly supplied my mom with all of my recent magazines and the “Warning” book put out by Greg Thompson. She took a quick look through the mags and said that she couldn’t wait to show some of her girlfriends back home.

I was so glad that she finally got a face to put to the multitude of descriptions and constant references I put out all the time. Now when I say that I am at the studio or that I’m having lunch with Boy Wonder at Cheebo, she can sit back in her Lazy Boy recliner 3000 miles away and see it just as if she were here.