Friday, June 26, 2009

Round black pieces of vinyl. Curved body, six strings & a fretted neck. Slum Villy. Jimi.

"Darling, your love is just like my music."

Marvin Gaye.



1. Justin Holbrook made this, clearly a charming attempt to get me to go out on a date with him (maybe to see that Bill Withers doc?).

Digging from justin holbrook on Vimeo.



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3. Los Angeles: I Love You, part 937.
I was walking down El Centro several days back, heels clicking, jeans probably a little too tight but listen, it's hard to find ones that fit both the waist and the hips. Don't judge me.
Somebody had put a needle to
"Diana in the Autumn Wind" on the platter in his living room, it came out strong from the speakers, through the open windows, onto the street. I heard it, stopped my feet, paused, had a still, quiet moment to myself, and it was the year 2000 for a quick second, when everybody I knew in LA loved Fantastic, Vol. 2 and hadn't heard of Conant Gardens but were inhaling the magical drum-looped beats that came from there.

If you're a girl, like I am, you've secretly filed "Fall In Love" in the "romantic songs" section of your brain even though you shouldn't because that's innacurate. It's just hard to believe, when you hear that melody over the drums sounding like a heartbeat, that this was not written in tribute to someone of the womanly persuasion.
Sometimes all a girl needs is some sunshine and ear candy on a June day to remember for certain that life is, in fact, wonderful.
In conclusion:
Thanks, anonymous Angeleno record-spinning soldier.

(I should also add that I'm pretty sure I fall somewhere on the autism spectrum because of the effect music has on my body and brain.)




I do it because it gives me a sort of peace of mind/And for the love.





4.

"When things get too heavy, just call me helium."

OH JIMI.


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