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23rd November 2011

You know how everyone you know somehow knows Kevin Bacon?

Brian Eno is kind of the musical equivalence of that. I’m pretty sure that everything music related, since the 70′s, can somehow be linked back to Brian Eno’s magical powers of inspiration/ production.

Early Brian Eno music has been saturating my apartment, subway rides, and time spent staring at walls, all week. Its been great! I’m enjoying it so much that I would like for you to consider dedicating some of November to appreciating Brian Eno, much like I have.

I would make a Brian Eno mix of my favorite songs, but I doneno where I would start! I guess I would pretty much just be copying the set list from his BBC Sessions.

  1. Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch
  2. Fever
  3. Wimoweh
  4. The Fat Lady of Limbourg
  5. Baby’s on Fire
  6. I’ll Come Running (To Tie Your Shoes)
  7. Third Uncle
  8. Seven Deadly Finns

Heres some Brian Eno related things that I suggest to make your average November into more of an Eno-vember:

  • Rent Velvet Goldmine and feel better about your life
  • Pretend you’re a martian on a different planet while listing to his “Before And After Science” album. (I’m pretty sure that’s what that album was made for)
  • Get memorized by his outfits during his Roxy Music days
  • Talk about David Byrne like you guys are best friends
  • Check out Built to Spill covering Third Uncle

Its My Pho-vorite!

8th November 2011

A long time ago, during a trip to Los Angeles I stayed with an LA native who got violently ill. (I know. Its a horrible way to start out a story about food, but bear with me!)

She woke up violently ill and couldn’t eat or drink anything without wanting to bleach her guts, squish them into a wad, and throw them at the heavens!

At least thats what I thought, until around lunch time, pale in the face, she turned to me and announces “I need pho.” Starving, I didn’t question this..out loud. I said I would look up a place to go. She kind of laughed through the tinges of pain, and said that she could only eat pho from Pho Cafe. Everything else would only further her sickness.

Slightly confused, yet so fucking hungry I would have eaten that emotion if it were feasible, I said I would drive to this Pho Cafe and get us lunch. The directions led me into, what appeared to be an abandon strip mall with no signs to advertise any sort of miracle foods. But when I walked into one of these seemingly empty establishments, I found myself being greeted by a young polite server. I was in Pho Cafe.

Heres a list of the events that followed:

  • I ordered.
  • I brought the food to my ill friend.
  • We ate the “pho tai gan”
  • My life game changed
  • Her face almost instantly perked back up
  • We nearly floated and happy songs about food, sung by Stevie Wonder followed us for the rest of the day!

Heres the point of that story: Pho Cafe is more than just a Vietnamese restaurant. It changed the way I think of warm noodly soups. It cured my friends illness. PHO-R CHRIST SAKES, IT MADE STEVIE WONDER SING!

From that day forward, every time I’m in Los Angeles, I’ve made a point of having a meal there. I wish I could make you taste it, but all I can do is entice you with photos from my most recent time visiting the restaurant, with my friend Bee Jellyfish!

We started out with an order of the Goi Chon (spring rolls)

Then got the Pho Tai. It comes served with a mountain of fresh herbs, peppers, and sliced limes.

You can flavor it however you’d like.

Most people put hot peppers in their pho, but I like to douse mine with Sriracha sauce…

At the end of the meal. They give you a fortune cookie with some vague message that is supposed to be positively interpreted as compliment. I don’t even bother. I usually just smash it inside of the bag and think up my own pho-rtune.

My last one I made up was: God damn Chloe! You are a pho-bulous pho-cking pho-tographer

Today, Last Month: My Review of Chicago

20th September 2011

I can’t believe it was around this time, last month, that Gala and I went to Chicago for the 20SB Summit. Since we were there for a pretty short amount of time, we had a lot of adventures to cram into our time off. I LOVED Chicago! I wish I could do an individual post about every single place I went but I will simply try to condense it as much as I can.

The plane landed way too early in the morning. As soon as my phone recaptured reception, I immediately began mapping out where Intelligentsia was.

oh, soy iced Angeleno, how I’ve missed your frothy kisses.

Once I was a bit more caffeinated, I was able to navigate our way through the city with the help of their tertiary colored public transportation system

Quimbys had the largest selection of ‘zines I’d ever seen. It took up a majority of the shop.

There was a lot of vintage shops to peak into. The term “vintage” is a very quaint expression for old, smelly, and overpriced, don’t you think?
This photo of my feet and someone’s old fancy dress was taken by Gala

The Boring Store was super creative non profit shop built up by 826CHI to help educate and offer creative writing to local kids.

Our friend Ben, is from Chicago and introduced us to Big Star. A Mexican food spot with delicious tacos. I couldn’t decide what I wanted, so I got one of each. Don’t judge the fat kid, please…

Across the street from Big Star, was the most vibrant unmarker wall I’ve ever seen. Ironically, inside was the most dimly lit bar I had ever been in. How Ben captured this shot of Gala and I, is beyond me.

I’m not going to lie. My ignorant punk heart was less than enthused on the thought of going to visit a huge chunk of corporate art. I’ve seen photos The Bean, and the amount of people that it reflected in the photos, gave me enough anxiety to want to crawl under my couch for hours. Luckily, I think the rain scared a lot of people away from being there that day. We kind of stumbled into the park and over to it. And it was AWESOME! One of those things that is only properly conveyed upon being there.

When I mention Chicago, I typically get barked at by friends, about this place called Kumas Corner. Now I know why. They make amazing burgers, named after amazing bands, and blair amazing music while you wait an slightly ridiculous amount of time for your food. I thought it was completely worth the wait to have the High On Fire chicken sandwich, though.

I knew it was my kind of place, as soon as I saw the amount of Cholula they supply you with.

It’s been a month since our quick stop in Chicago. Too long, if you ask me. I’m ready to go back.

Gala wrote a fun recollection of our trip up on her blog, as well

Can’t Stand Ya

13th August 2011

Since Curb Your Enthusiasm began, most people have stopped relating to George and started relating to Larry.

I will always be a George due to the easily agitated and usualy unemployed aspect of his character .

A Warped Photo Review

10th August 2011

This is my friend Jay! Jay plays drums in a band called Against Me!, who are currently touring with a slightly eclectic bundle of other bands on this years Warped Tour. During a week where AM! was not on the bill and Jay was home from tour, Warped set up camp in Oceanport, NJ. And so, we went

I hadn’t been to a Warped Tour since the BMX aspect of it was still pretty relevant and Snapcase was still a band. We got there and reading the lineup, I had only, at most, heard of a small handful of bands on the list. Jay quickly became not only my tour guide around this portable camp site, but he was also pretty much my walking Wikipedia. Informing me of these bands origins, how long they’ve been around, what kind of crowd they drew, ect.

I took photos of my day as a fly on the Monster sponsored can of water. I was really excited to be able to

  • shoot bands in a very brightly lit, camera friendly setting
  • seeing kids play rock, paper, scissors to settle a fight in the middle of a pit
  • and to be introduced to new music that I would never listen to, otherwise.
Dear Owner of this car,
I love you.
August Burns Red
There were nearly 50 teenagers who had set up camp across a fence, to stare at rows of tour buses. Inside one of these buses,  they would probably find half the crew of The Devil Wears Prada gluing together Warhammer armies and listening to the Jane Doe album before their set. Apparently, this is a new form of meditation for them.
A Day To Remember, had the most ridiculous production  I had ever seen. They define a big headed band. Literaly. A 6 foot inflatable version of each of their heads was mounted up above the stage as they synchronized almost every motion they made. I thought this was a bit overboard, but after seeing the layers of photographers, event staff, and nearly every single Warped Tour attendee going apeshit, I soon figured out that I was the minority.

Lucero was probably one of the bands that was the most unique, style wise, of anyone on the line up. Like true southerners, they walked onto the stage barefoot, smoked cigarettes throughout their set, and made statements like “We may not be the best band here, but we sure are the drunkest”

I had a lot of fun shooting The Devil Wears Prada. From start to finish, they had the most energy of any of the bands I saw that day.

This band Sharks, was so good and played to this tiny row of kids. I’m really interested to see how different their crowd is going to be like once the start their tour with Title Fight in October.

Can someone explain the neon paint thing to me? I couldn’t find anything that indicated that there was a place where you could GET this shit smeared onto you. There were also very few guys who had it on them. This leads me to believe that it was nothing but an indication of where a girl was inappropriately touched, that day.

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