Labor Day weekend consisted of great food, excellent company, a birthday for mom, music and a venturous hike with Tom:
I am still unsure why I continue breathing the toxic air illuminated by the reflections of harmony. Between the madness of reality and what is virtual, I listen. Every beat has a purpose. Every sound has a meaning. Every thing deserves a voice. Except for the valet man at Le Pain Quotidien who refused to park my SL560 because the top was down on a hot summer day. I told him to deal with it and walked away with the keys on the dash.
We can be so selective with what we say as being human leaves this feeling of questions. Am I too serious? Am I too boring?
This time 3 years ago, I think I asked myself the same thing. Although then, I was living in a hill tribe in Sapa, Vietnam. A city of people who have no realization of what actually goes on in the world. A controlled society which independently governs, feeds and educates its own.
Now it's fighting traffic on the 405 and guzzling gas at 9 miles per gallon in my throwback Range Rover. But that's life. Different people breathing the same air. Last night was spent at Hear Music. Unfortunately, the sales clerk was the bearer of bad news, as they're going out of business. I'm assuming that the 2.6% of people who actually "buy" music, won't care.
45 minutes prior, I scowered the racks listening to over XX titles. I left with six.
UNKLE- "War Stories" (NIN meets Kascade) 2007:
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Lykke Li - See previous review
The Faint - While ironically, they're on Oberst's label and both released a record on or around the same time... Not original. The same electronic computer voice singing throughout. After track 3 you want to throw the disc out the window. (2 out of 4 stars)
Although, the Does It Offend You Yeah? remix of The Geeks Were Right is GREAT!
Conner Oberst - Fantastic !
Maps - Electronic lullabies that may put you to sleep. Don't drive while listening.
Anisette is a new favorite hangout for us in Santa Monica. Imagine yourself at Pastis on 9th Av. in NY. That's all there is to say. I ate my steak frites and sipped my Bordeaux. The cheese plate was bitter and dessert was just sweet. The company was Jason; many laughs, way too many laughs.
The weekend ended at my mothers new home in Beverly Hills. We had drinks at The Avalon Hotel, across the street, a small boutique hotel which provides a intimate setting to relax and share what's on your mind.
oh yeah... and the hike with Tom... 5.6 miles up a mountain on a humid day with no Voss water in sight. Good times, very good times.
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