Summer madness

OK, there's some sort of crazy karmic warfare going on in my world right now that I can’t explain. For every cool thing that happens, something totally heinous is right around the corner. Case in point: I woke up early on Saturday morning to hit Amoeba as they opened the doors to indulge in a full-on vinyl orgy that was long overdue. But when I went out to my car, well, it wasn’t there. The city of Los Angeles thought my time would be better spent recovering my ride from some ghetto towing joint on a completely erroneous charge. Let’s just say the next time I run into Mayor Villaraigosa down at the club, he’s getting an earful and then some.

You want another? How about catching the amazing St. Vincent put on an incredible show at the Echo on Saturday night followed by a pretty sweet house party around the corner (Hi Becca). That’s where I took the above picture of one particularly rocking party person. All good, right? Sure, until I discovered that I’d left my credit card and ID back at the club when I opened a tab (I never claimed to be all that smart). Good times! Did I mention that the Echo was all out of Wyder’s Pear Cider, which is one of my favorite reasons for going there? Yes, both sides of the Force are duking it out big-time over here, and I’m caught in the crossfire. Wish me luck, and I'll let you know how things shake out. See you on the other side.