After eight weeks of quarantine, felt right to take another drive for a change of scenery. This time around we passed by a few touristy spots. It was weird to see some of them totally abandoned when they’d normally be completely overrun. For a longtime I’ve known these places to be more or less for the birds, but even still, it was a sad sight to see.
Family Portrait. Alexis, her brother Tony, his Fiancé Olivia, and me (Not pictured: Gnarly). Taken in Downtown LA at Clifton’s.
Tony and Olivia moved here to Los Angeles from Brooklyn, just over a year ago. A few weeks ago though, the circumstances of life ended up pulling them back out to New York.
Sad to see them go, but glad for the time we had. I got to know them while they were here as family, not in-laws. Wouldn’t have been possible any other way.
I didn’t really grow up around my cousins, and my brother is five years older than me, which really doesn’t seem like much, but it’s a difference when you’re kids. And now, I’m a good few thousand miles from any blood relatives. What I’m really getting at here, is it was nice to have some family that you just wanna, you know… hang out with.
Not even going to get into how much we miss
our godson Gnarly.
I know it’s spring, but everybody knows California always does it first.
AA Bondy playing the LA Natural History Museum. It was a full night for me, but there really isn’t much that would’ve kept me.
A.A. Bondy playing The Bootleg Theater.
I went alone, and meant to. Saw one of my favorite artists play the equivalent of a spacious apartment. It was perfect.
Never the place, always the people.
Duncan the navigator. George the poet. Drew the holiday. Ashley the dancer. Alexis the Sun. Jacquelynne the Italifornian. Colby the certain. Christina the welcoming. Mike the noble.
Can’t take credit for the idea. It was the one fond of bacon.
I’ll Believe In Anything by Wolf Parade.
Saw these guys recently at The Wiltern for the second time with some friends, longtime fan.
Major Label Debut by Broken Social Scene.
Profound words from a dear friend. Photo taken at Griffith Park in Los Angeles on a hike.
Taken at Los Angeles Historic State Park durring Fuck Yeah Fest. I was disappointed to see so few watching someone so talented.
American Hearts by A.A. Bondy
Different parts of me have different ideas as to where I belong. My brain however, calls the shots.