monday yesterday started off real early. i had picked up a 4:15-12:45pm shift which meant that i had to be out of my house no later than 3:30am. the jets lost so i ended the festivities early the night before. i've been trying to run again, the way i used to but it seems like every time i go home, my bed just sucks me in like a black hole.
a couple of my co-workers have been running/walking from the airport to the employee parking lot. i thought about it, assessed what was at stake, which was nothing, and decided that i too was going to start this healthy trend. although, as i was running down century blvd, and then unto aviation which dissects the main runway at lax, that i was probably huffing up jet fuel and God know what else. my lungs burned for a little, everything spun for a bit, maybe it was the toxic cocktail that american & delta cooked up right as i ran behind them. it also could have been the fact that i hadn't eaten anything except a snickers bar that morning. i've been getting into a real bad habit of eating one huge meal in the middle of the day.
as i walked towards my car, i remembered that i had to cover a concert at the troubadour. i wanted to drive straight to hollywood and kill time but i realized that i'd forgotten the tickets back home. i drove all the way back. ultimately it was good thing, i stunk.
i sat down and ate a HUGE bowl of rice that had been in the fridge; i soaked it in sriracha hot sauce. i hopped in the shower and took a 2 hour nap.
on the 710, and then unto the 5 freeway. i was expecting a parking lot but traffic was smooth. made it to hollywood in less than half an hour. it actually took longer to find parking than my whole drive. finally found a spot on santa monica blvd, which wasn't a bad thing because it was after 6pm, and free. lauren met me up a couple minutes later, which was great because if it wasn't for her, i don't know if i could have been bold enough to ask people to hold a flyer and take a picture. she just has that certain charisma i guess. anywho, we got the number of shots we wanted and walked into the venue.
the first band, "giant drag" was great. they're a mixture of hole and a little bit of the yeah yeah yeahs. i enjoyed every song they played. the acoustics could have played a big part of it though, the sound quality came out pure, didn't hear anything muffled or distorted. what made the band more entertaining to watch was the mystery of the bass drummer. lauren and i could not make out if it was a dude or chick. there was no sign of boobage, but if he was a dude, why was he wearing bangs? other questions arose but i decided to keep it a mystery.
"white lies" came on and the crowd multiplied. didn't even notice it until i felt someone trying to cop a feel. i had listened to the "white lies" cd before but it wasn't impressive. i wasn't really into their sound, which to me was a blend of morrissey and new order. i didn't mind the new order, but i've never been a morrissey fan. but seeing them live, they put on something else, their sound became more like that of "the bravery" with the tempo being more accentuated by the drums and bass. the lead singers vocal range seemed to go to more places. they put on a great show, i'd recommend them.
the show ended at around 11pm, and i was exhausted. thankfully my friend phillip lives less than a mile away on wilton pl.
yea, january is still here.
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