Six Foot Giraffe, by Kyle Smith
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.
We told Fall it’s got no business around here. CicLAvia was beautiful.
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.
Drawn on a plane.
A man named Skelly.