At work. Christ it's hot in here.
Anyway, the Ice T show last night was very cool, kinda. On the night of the 22nd, my road dog Ian calls me, says he can't wait to see T and is so excited. Yesterday morning, calls me, says "I really hate to do this..." and cancels. Reason: His wife and in-laws are Jewish. Yesterday: Passover. Damn, I'm rolling solo.
I take a small nap after my morning shift and pile into my car around 4 ish. It takes and HOUR to get through the Mulholland Pass past the fuckin' airport. Typical 405...
I make it down to Long Beach and the Vault. I'm the first guy in line, like a chump. Fuckit, it's the OG! However, I'm getting some looks in line because I'm wearing a Social Distortion jacket...wrong genre. You know what? I felt like I was posing out whenever I'd wear Raiders shit to a rap concert no matter how hard I tried to have heart, so now I'm wearing what I feel like, thanks.
Anyway, long story short: 3 or 4 opening bands, a reconnection with a friend who was working one of the bars and a front row barricade position to catch the entire show.
Ice came out decked entirely in black Dickies gear, black on black L.A. Dodgers hat and white sneaks. Fuckin' killer. A BUNCH of old-school shit. Some new songs that sound great.
He came out with "Colors" and the place went fuckin' apeshit... crazy. Voice was totally hoarse when I left around 12:30-1sh.
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Today, had breakfast with a LOVELY young lady. Wow. Prettiest steel blue-greenish eyes, ever. She's Ian's sister in law, actually, and invited me to the same Passover dinner that Ian had to attend. Dig: She's a patissier, as well as a professional singer...like, operatic style, not pop. She's got the cutest pink cheeks and this deep, rich, womanly voice. All I wanna do is stare at her eyes and listen to her...wow.
Went to Brent's Deli in Chatsworth, wow. What a cool place. Cozy, special. Drove around, and listened to Michael Buble. Took her over to the hotel, showed her that, and brought her over to my new digs. Brought her back to her place, watched the Playoffs a lil bit and had a departing hug.
I WILL see her again..Thursday. We'll hang out, have a chill fest, watch Sideways on the plasma...who knows what else.
God, those eyes.
Anyway, the Ice T show last night was very cool, kinda. On the night of the 22nd, my road dog Ian calls me, says he can't wait to see T and is so excited. Yesterday morning, calls me, says "I really hate to do this..." and cancels. Reason: His wife and in-laws are Jewish. Yesterday: Passover. Damn, I'm rolling solo.
I take a small nap after my morning shift and pile into my car around 4 ish. It takes and HOUR to get through the Mulholland Pass past the fuckin' airport. Typical 405...
I make it down to Long Beach and the Vault. I'm the first guy in line, like a chump. Fuckit, it's the OG! However, I'm getting some looks in line because I'm wearing a Social Distortion jacket...wrong genre. You know what? I felt like I was posing out whenever I'd wear Raiders shit to a rap concert no matter how hard I tried to have heart, so now I'm wearing what I feel like, thanks.
Anyway, long story short: 3 or 4 opening bands, a reconnection with a friend who was working one of the bars and a front row barricade position to catch the entire show.
Ice came out decked entirely in black Dickies gear, black on black L.A. Dodgers hat and white sneaks. Fuckin' killer. A BUNCH of old-school shit. Some new songs that sound great.
He came out with "Colors" and the place went fuckin' apeshit... crazy. Voice was totally hoarse when I left around 12:30-1sh.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Today, had breakfast with a LOVELY young lady. Wow. Prettiest steel blue-greenish eyes, ever. She's Ian's sister in law, actually, and invited me to the same Passover dinner that Ian had to attend. Dig: She's a patissier, as well as a professional singer...like, operatic style, not pop. She's got the cutest pink cheeks and this deep, rich, womanly voice. All I wanna do is stare at her eyes and listen to her...wow.
Went to Brent's Deli in Chatsworth, wow. What a cool place. Cozy, special. Drove around, and listened to Michael Buble. Took her over to the hotel, showed her that, and brought her over to my new digs. Brought her back to her place, watched the Playoffs a lil bit and had a departing hug.
I WILL see her again..Thursday. We'll hang out, have a chill fest, watch Sideways on the plasma...who knows what else.
God, those eyes.