I used to go to LA a lot. Those trips always involved being lost at Amoeba records for whole days on end (and never making it past the letter F), vintage shopping to a point where I had to buy new suitcases, going dancing at Starshoes and Shortstop, monopolizing photobooths, trampolining and rides on St.Monica pier, very big brunches at the Griddle cafe (Berry(!) Mannilow) and listening to one song all weekend while my friend Rachel toted us around in her Mustang.
That was then.
Last time I went was probably two years a go and we listened to this until the CD split in half.
I am kinda feeling nostalgic for it all today.
Feist could never record anything else and I would still love her forever for this.
Be happy:
God loves a cheerful giver.
so much love
and a hug back.
mmm i always come home from LA with an extra suitcase...