If it weren't for this little thing called music, I really don't know where I'd be. After the shittiest of days or those that are simply gorgeous, without it... I'd die. Having a soundtrack-less life would be terrible, then again so would living on the streets, that's terrible. I do love silence, don't get me wrong, however music just fills that void for me. The one you get when you're slaving away at work and a track comes on, and that light in your heart goes off and you say... "I love this song!" Or those moments in your day when you have one track on repeat, playing over and over again putting you in a trance, which results in a meditative bliss.
James I do adore... Mr. Murphy has brought us yet another SPECTACULAR album, supposedly the last to be graced under the LCD Soundsytem name. At first I wasn't too jazzed with the "Drunk Girls" track thinking he lost his magic, but I was truly wrong. This will definitely be in my top 5 of the year as it leaves me in absolute bliss and ups my happy-go-lucky meter by a whopping 16%! Build ups have never sounded so good and the flow of the album in its entirety is just ridiculous(that of the amazing). Gotta find a way to go buy tickets for the Fox Theater before they sell out, cause Ticket Master is trying to rape people of a $17 markup per ticket! So atrocious... This is music that must be heard live!
The Wah Wah's to gloomtastic days, those type of days that I wish nothing but to curl up in the oh so comfortable fetus position and drown myself in the covers and music. I'm really, really sick of being on this roller coaster of emotion in life with too much school and not enough me time. Apparently I only have 5 more weeks of this educational overload and then I'm done! Being done with school is most likely the scariest thing to grace my presence in my whole life, because the months following it, I, Leiann Marie will really have to figure out my shit and just what I want to do with all this knowledge. All I really want to do upon this milestone is work for a few months, pay off some debt, save some moola, and hop on a plane or make myself a ballon like the one above, and fly away to a far off place that will inspire me to fall back in love with photography, as of recent I've been in a downward spiral and lack there of motivation. Girl needs a vacation pronto, and some me time wouldn't be so bad either... However, "This is life and every things alright."
It's all a flurry from here on out my friends, the realness of tests galore, tedious assignments, coinciding with being studious, and partaking in becoming a more serious photographer are all too present. Sure I'm getting er done, but I'm still eluding to my procrastinative ways of doing school my way. Rest assure, I am fully aware of the hoop jumping mechanism's Universities bestow upon young folks (and some of those older folk) walking around aimlessly on campus to transit us into the "real world". I just have to get through this last semester with a 34 hour a week time card of when will it ever end, and before I know it, it'll be December. Waking up whenever I please, which is usually 8:15, taking my little ham on walks to get coffee as she scouts out which ankle biters would make a fantastic appetizer, whipping up hot breakfasts, recording more with my new lappy, and getting excited to spend Christmas with the fam.
This banter is a reflection of my current frustration on life, well only this Monday... As tomorrow's some sort of new day? The triple digit temps that run till Friday will be sheerly unenjoyable and my bitterness will hopefully end by then. God I need a vacation with myself and an entire 24 hours of doing simply nothing, with all that nothingness I'm sure I'd feel ok.
It's Thursday evening and I've had a longer day than usual. A ridiculous 9am math test bantering on about Fermat and Descartes, something about probability... I worked it of course, and then had to race back to our Feliz to grab my homework for another class, that I had so forgetfully forgotten at home. Upon my return, Eugene talked me into hitting up Square One for a late lunch with one of his buddies. Buttermilk chicken Sandwich with a truffle aoli, portobello mushrooms, and potato salad, I love you. Back to school I went, meandering on the 5 listening to my new mix and a class that discussed the unpleasant talk of rape, I returned home to my lovely lady and Emma bear. Realizing my birhtday party is in less than two days and my tolerance to booze is extremely low, I dubbed Jo my drinking partner for the evening in hopes of building a tolerance. A beer and a half later, I'm pretty much buzzed pleasantly listening to a youtube video of Thome Yorke my buddy sent me. Saturday should be fantastically fun, I'm just hoping that I'm liquored perfectly throughout the crawl and make it back to our home to partake in dancing and cake. So here's a song to hype myself and potentially you up for it... for my Birthday.
A Friday where I played Leslie Feisty and accomplished a new dishwasher, garbage grinder, and a pantry for our apartment. Bottle of wine shortly followed with the people and a two minute stroll to catch I Love You Man. GO SEE IT NOW! We laughed our asses off and later we had a momentous jam session. Flo owns in poetically devouring her catchy cute songs and Mark just wales the way Jeff Buckley did, revealing his soul in song. Next came the beer and more people came over to join in our festivities and dance right round. 1am appeared upon us in a dark room, where a Blues Jr and Les Paul were reverbed up into an oblivion, Eugene hammered out love into a keyboard, and I owe and awed my vocals on top of the two lying on the floor. It was one of the loveliest musical experiences I've ever had.
Saturday brought forth a morning with cycling and steep incline treading and next came four hours of hell at the Cove and excitement to the night that would soon begin. Peruvian food is better than I had imagined, meaty and unique at best. All the people then went Downtown, where the streets have been beautified in recent years and the bar/food scene has improved drastically. Library Bar... A place to go with good people and have quite good beer on tap, with no pretentious people in sight. Who'd a thought there'd be such a place in Los Angeles?
Sunday Bloody Sunday. You might be my favorite day of the week! Hiking with H in the morning, meandering up in the hills, with Wild Flowers spread about, and adorably cute Hungry Caterpillars clinging onto nearby plants. No Sunday in my current life/lifestyle would be complete without Farmers Market. Yes, I've become one of those food snob elitests... With all the hipsters and people who like to get their produce fresh, and all in all, the fruits and veggies taste a million times better than the grocery store. Tangerines, strawberry tomatoes, green beans, and by Johanna's recommendation, the Flor De Sel Carmel Ice Cream. Oh, and flowers for my girlfriend who came to visit me on her way up to SLO!
Firefly followed... Tortilla Flats and Huevos Rancheros. Blues music was provided by my fav. guy who worked his 6 guitars (acoustic, 12 string, steel string...) and his harmonica friend, who had a case of 8+ bad boys. Why is brunch always so perfect here?
My lovely Bella and I headed to Whole Foods to polish off our afternoon, and it was AMAZING. 10bucks to get drunk and try 5 different wines. 5bucks to try 5 different beers, plus the guy gave us some samples of cheese. This Whole Foods in Pasandena is like a foodie Costco on crack with all the samples they hook you up with.
I rejoice in the world, adventure in the world, and surround myself with the best people in the world. We are the people.
The one part of Los Angeles I don't care for, the skinny bitches and boys. After working in a restaurant for almost two years, submerged in the fashinoista culture of frail thin hipsters and actors oh my, I'm still puzzled. When girls are out on dates with boys they say, "I'm not hungry". when I ask them what they'd like. Shortly after the male replys, "wait you're not hungry?". Mind you this is some sort of dinner date I'm experiencing right before me. The guy seems almost confused, but really, how could she look this thin if she ate all the time? She shortly comes back in the conversation, "I'll have a coffee". And yes folks, that is all Sarah will have, because she finds her appearance to be of the utmost importance! As Paul is savoring his delicious burger topped with bleu cheese and a mixed green salad(for he didn't want to look like a fatty in front of Sarah), they carry on in meaningless convesations about their day. Sarah is sipping her liquid crack, that will increase her perkiness and not too long after, a cigarette will follow, just to assure herself that she is by no means hungry. Coffee, cigarettes, and an occasional glass of red wine. This is the true life of many Los Angelesians.
Do you brand yourself in such a way, that your clothing defines you? Is it your unique musical taste that makes you better than everyone else? Are you with certain friends or lovers, just because it's become comfotable? Is the "I'm going to do it someday", ever going to become a reality? Do days go by so fast, that you forget to breathe and wonder what exactly is your purpose in life?
If you answered yes to any of the above questions, you might want to take a few minutes out of your "busy" day to start being more meaningful. Go outside and take in a whiff of fresh air, if you're along the coastline, you'll have better results. If you're in Los Angeles like myself, make your way to the nearest hiking trail and climb some elevation so that you can breathe more easy. Do you appreciate the earth and all this wondrous nature it's provided? Start with staring at trees or the neatly planted flowers by your next door neighbor.
Be observant and center less from the self, imagine. Do you convey your feelings to people around for the good and for the bad?
I dare you to look at yourself for some insightful perspective, or perhaps a lost one. Oh and give someone you care about a hug today, just because.
This morning as I was stair climbing into an oblivion, listening to my beloved shuffle, I pondered what amuses me these days. I woke up to the rain tapping on my window and the dog jumping on my bed waking me up far too early, Bah. Back to the rain, I was driving and of course only in Hollywood, there would be some idiot in shorts and sandals... Silly LAian looking something like this: I also saw an alt azn man with a whimsical red fohawk, leopard button down shirt with his chest region exposed, trying to pull off some type of rocker style gone horribly wrong, and with none other than a man bag looking along these lines: I often am amused by my sheer grace of walking down sidewalks in Los Angeles. No matter if I'm starkly sober or have had a drink or two, the trees that break sidewalks, always want to skin my knees. Luckily I have yet to eat it, though I've come quite close on numerous occasions. At work I'm most amused when overprotective men feel the need to be the middle man when I take food orders for their girlfriend/significant other. Their large and in charge attitude of women not being efficient enough to make executive decisions, without permission is just ridiculous. Here's a typical situation:
Leiann: "What would you like as your side?" (to female next to the man) Female:(silent) Male:(repeats what I just said) Female:(gazes into male's eyes) "fries" Male: "She'll have the fries" Leiann: "great" Really? REALLY? Ha
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If it weren't for this little thing called music, I really don't know where I'd be. After the shittiest of days or those that are simply gorgeous, without it... I'd die. Having a soundtrack-less life would be terrible, then again so would living on the streets, that's terrible. I do love silence, don't get me wrong, however music just fills that void for me. The one you get when you're slaving away at work and a track comes on, and that light in your heart goes off and you say... "I love this song!" Or those moments in your day when you have one track on repeat, playing over and over again putting you in a trance, which results in a meditative bliss.
