Crazed day.
The LA sky is pouting like petulant 6 year old.
I’m leaving town and didn’t want some yogurt to go to waste so I now have half a quart sloshing around my insides like a homemade bomb.
This song is keeping the train moving…
Its sucks that what we think of ourselves is seldom what other people think of us.
Today is Thursday.
This band owns my face like a tattooed member of the Mexican Mafia.
I know the song title is “Bunch” but I’m so hungry I keep reading it as “Brunch”.
Who would write a song about brunch though? Hmmm. Maybe Sufjan Stevens or Connor Oberst. And the song would be about how we ate the night away until God brought us the sun like a glass of orange juice and we shuffled off to brunch.
Or something.
Thanks to Miss Smith for the heads up!
Damn it!
I just realized I have more in common with the 60 year old man who sips coffee and reads the paper outside that antique shop on Melrose (just east of La Cienega) than with the 18 year old kid carrying his guitar to band practice on Franklin and La Brea.
Does the phrase “punching the clock” come from a desire to fight time?
What the hell does this band know about releasing the Kraken?
That is like Lil Wayne writing a song called “Vase with Fifteen Sunflowers”
Part of the fun of eating dinner at a restaurant is the environment surrounding the place.
Los Angeles restaurants are like the animals in the LA Zoo–no matter how exotic they may be, they usually sit nestled between concrete and chainlink.
Valet=Zoo keeper? I don’t know, this analogy just ran out of steam.
I’ve got…
…nothing…