Monday, 20 August 2012
Mike Skinner is my perfect man. He's a chav. He's beardy. He wrote and produced 2 of my most favourite albums ever. I can not fault him.
I couldn't choose my best Streets song, but if I had to it would probably be this one.
Or this. This one gives me goosebumps everytime. It's that piano loop.
Other favourite lyrics written by Mr Skinner are:
'She work's in JD's with Dan.'
Could Well Be In, A Grand Don't Come For Free.
'The clipper need's a shake. The ashtray need's emptying. But I wouldn't have it any other way.'
I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way, A Grand Don't Come For Free.
'This ain't a track, it's a movement.'
Let's Push Thing's Forward, Original Pirate Material.
... I could go on.
Basically he is a God to me.
Tuesday, 14 August 2012
I have matching L.A palm trees in my garden, they are just not quite as tall.
This is Alice and she showed me the L.A way.
I wanted a picture with the graff too, but it's not as good.
Great salad and iced tea from Jones's.
Old Care Bears at the Rose Bowl. They all looked pretty manky but I liked the pastels together.
I think this is probably the best thing I have ever bought. A vintage Nike neon sign for $70 from the Rose Bowl. It's going to look SO FLY on my wall, I can not wait. And it lasted the 11 hour flight home in one piece. I'm pretty smug about this one.
Huveos Rancheros for breakfast is the best breakfast you can ever eat. FACT.
I tried on an original customised denim jacket by the late 70s skate crew, Bones Brigade. The denim geek from Chucks Denim on Melrose could see my excitement and we did a little photo shoot together. It was $1500's worth of amazing-ness.
Look at the repair work on the collar... it's just too good.
I ate alot of Shrimp.
Me posing on Melrose Avenue.
Our local stripe joint has amazing neon lights.
Me having bit of a Lindsay Lohan moment outside the Chateau Marmont. It was rubbish inside there.
We saw two really bad bands in the Viper Rooms. This lead singer thought he was Fred Durst and kept grabbing his crotch. HE WAS GROSS. The best part of that night was the Biggie party we had in the back of the cab on the way home. The driver was L-O-V-I-N-G it.