Back from LA/San Diego. Vegas fell through due to hangovers and lack of sleep following the wedding reception. The seven hour drive through the desert just didn't sound like a good time, you know? I still had fun. Got to play at the LaBrea tar pits, spent too much money at Amoeba Records (Bought 4 cds by Question Mark & The Mysterions, The Meteors, Guitar Wolf and The Defectors that I had been hunting for forever, and a copy of Ichi The Killer), got drunk on a river boat cruising around Mission Bay, watched my senile aunt who I'd always heard was rather proper curse up a storm, witnessed a burning jeep explode on the highway in Anaheim, hung around Venice Beach, had a close encounter with what may have been Tommy Lee, and watched a bipolar harbor seal.
God to be home though. I spent 12 hours in airports, five of which were sandwiched between screaming babies on a red eye flight.
God to be home though. I spent 12 hours in airports, five of which were sandwiched between screaming babies on a red eye flight.
I miss going to Taco Bell and having the people that work there not understand you because they don't speak english. I'll tell ya what. Speaking Spanish? It rules. If only I was Hispanic so I could just look at every douchebag white asshole in khaki shorts and shrug my shoulders and say "no quiero?!"
I keep going back and listening to the first Amazing Royal Crowns album. I never thought it would stand the test of time the way it did, but it still holds water.
Glad you made it to the left coast safely and home as well.