so this is what the volume knob's for,
i listen to dance music. dance music.
thursday night i drove across town and through the rain to see mountain goats at the echo. although he didn't play "pink and blue" or "the best ever death metal band out of denton," he provided the live music fix i needed. jon wahl and the amadans brought the space rock. brian's friend from film class who kinda reminds me of his other friend from the circle bar, molly, was there; in line we exchanged one of those 'i know you yet don' t recall your name' glances.
the crowd was interesting--half of the people were in their 30s, and the other half under 20.
afterwards matt, lee and i looked for a place to eat. being westsiders, we didn't know where to go--so we called cindy and thomas. they recommended el tapatio, on los feliz right next to the cemetery. i had the chorizo and egg burrito, two tacos--one carnitas, one carne asada--and a coke. come to think of it, that chorizo and egg burrito ties, if not replaces, benito's california for my favorite los angeles burrito. el tapatio did not disappoint. i would drive there now if i didn't have a paper due/midterm on monday.
final thoughts.
although i have lived on the westside all my life and love it more and more everyday, i cannot help but harbor a little crush on the eastside. let's face it--living on the eastside has so much to offer. i would be neighbors with thai elvis. i could walk rather than drive across town to rudy's for a haircut. i could easily get to amoeba, chinatown, olvera street and the egyptian, i could drink with tracey and not have to drive home.
however, let it be known that my heart belongs to the westside.how could i leave behind tito's? or cacao, the nuart or cinefile? or good old dolores? the sunday swap meet at fairfax high? the new beverly? hell, school is here, and i love school. and believe it or not, westwood does not always have to be a shitty town. you can't go creepy midnight belair driving on the eastside.
i lovez los angeles, baby. westside for life.
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