Back to ol’ Johnnie Mayer! “In Your Atmosphere (LA Song)”
I don’t mean that first line. Everything else, maybe, but not that first line. That would break my heart!
Somewhere in London, a good friend of mine should hopefully be very pleased? ;)
It’s so crazy to me, that this man managed to write a song about that nebulous feeling, of wanting to see someone so badly, yet not wanting to see that same someone so badly, all at the same time.
I have this theory about Mr. Mayer’s music: I haven’t connected as deeply with his music post-Continuum—is it because Continuum rocketed him into a place of superstardom, a place from which his writing just became that much less of a mirror for the everyman?
Someone come speak for me.Played 119 times.
“Joshua and I were honored when the folks over at Emma Magazine contacted us to see if we could share with their readers what we consider fun date ideas. I’m lucky enough to have a romantic husband who likes to make sure that our time together (when were not with our little ones) is creative, adventurous and fun. He often leaves notes on my desk with date options to pick from depending on what mood I’m in. I always love what he comes up with and have a special box where I save all of them. We shared with Emma 3 options that he recently offered me.”
I’ve been following the good folks at Urbanic, the loveliest stationery store in Venice, for a while now (since Summer Social!), and this was too sweet not to share.
For 15 years, these moments have arrived every Wednesday, courtesy of Pastor Anthony Stallworth, his wife, Lucy, and a karaoke machine bought by Rage Against the Machine guitarist Tom Morello. The stars of the evening come from the neighborhood’s hotels, shelters and sidewalks.
Performances are ragged, raw and often inspired. On some nights you won’t find a more electric room in Los Angeles, and the crowd bears witness to a brand of musical epiphany seldom seen at a cutting-edge Echo Park club or the stage of the Hollywood Bowl.
Pastor Tony, as he’s known throughout the neighborhood, came up with the idea: “We’re a place where the homeless can come, they can sing a song, they can feel like somebody after being rejected everywhere else, get a free cup of coffee — and people applaud for them.”
Accompanying video here. This makes me so pleased.
The guys downstairs are shouting, and I say to Annelotte, “… BOYS ARE SO WEIRD,” and then she says, “Oh, I think it’s football; Holland is playing against Portugal.”
In that case, they’re excused.
(There are a lot of Dutch people in my block.)
1-Nil to Holland! Waayyy!!
A few minutes later…
I’m going, “whaa…?” and Annelotte says, “Oh, we need Germany to beat Denmark so that we can go through the next round. Right now, many of the bars in Holland are showing both games.”
“And then after we go through, we’ll go back to fighting with Germany again.”
…just as I thought.
Have to rush home, I fly off tonight.
Bye, Los Angeles. Barely six months, half of them spent settling in and getting used to it being home, but it happened, and I will miss you and your beautiful people. Thanks for the Cali driver’s license!
Bye, USA. It’s been a phenomenal four years.
Apologies to the friends I didn’t manage to see and say a special goodbye to, but perhaps that’s a wonderful thing, that our last images of each other were happy and carefree. Just saying goodbye to Iris alone had me crying at 9am this morning.
There’s a strong shared sense amongst a bunch of us that I’ll be back, and in Los Angeles, no less. I hope we’re right!
Rachel and I visited this little place on Tuesday. It had FOUR non-dairy flavors that were absolutely delish. Helped that they let us try everything. Big thumbs up for the little place. It’s probably going on Rachel’s allergy-conscious blog/food guide/cookbook, whenever she gets round to making it. ;)
Artist pays homage to L.A.’s unseen workers: Ramiro Gomez’s cardboard cutouts of nannies, gardeners, valets and housekeepers have appeared, in silent tribute, around the wealthy districts of the city.
Most pieces last a day or two if Gomez is lucky. Once, a valet parker he planted outside a lot near the Sunset Strip made it four days.
Gomez writes his contact information on the back of each piece so people can tell him where the art ended up. So far, no one has reached out.
At first it was tough to let go. He’d stand by for a while to see people’s reactions, then take the cutout down and lug it back home.
But then Gomez realized it was not his place to keep public art out of view.
So he learned to walk away.
Photo: Ramiro Gomez attaches his painting of a nanny against a cyclone fence in West Hollywood Park. Credit: Genaro Molina / Los Angeles Times