Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
Seemed to surrender in so sweet surrender / In sweet surrender / Ahh sweet surrender to love / But now you’re gonna go out and get yourself / A reputation / But I’m gonna have to show you where to start / And then you’re gonna bring back your little reputation / And prove to me what I could not prove to you
This week our brilliant weather was blown out by wind and a solid day and a half of rain. Ten days of 85 degree sunshine had played tricks on the trees in the canyon. The effect was an early bloom. Most of the our friends (trees) in the hood blossomed flowers. As the wind picked up Tuesday, flower petals started to blow and fill the canyon air like the first fall of snow. Laurel Canyon, thank you for your magical powers.
A man in music can go insane in LA. Such was the case for Tim Buckley in the ’70s. I wonder if Tim looked towards the flowering trees of Laurel Canyon to ease his mind. (I also wonder who on the Grammy committee would greenlight Lady Gaga for such a hectic and soulless David Bowie tribute. I preferred Mojo magazine’s salute).
The creepy shadow of last week’s Grammys had me listening to Buckley. It’s weird—ok, ironic—that I worked at BMG for four and half years and no one ever mentioned they had purchased Tim Buckley’s songs.
How sad. How depressing.
On a cooler note, the Sidels had a nice Valentine’s Day family meal—Monzo noodles in Little Tokyo!
Life rocks on, let’s get it on.
The Idelic Hit of the Week: MONEY – I’ll Be The Night
