Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
Said I know what it means to get left for dead, / when the saints rise up at the sound. / When the spirits don’t move in / their chains and the shoes / and the crack of the guns all around. / I know how it is to get all dressed up, / where nobody would know where to go. / With a fifth in your vest, / and some pills on your tongue / and a gun looking out across / the Valley of the Shadow below, oh…
“Another pleasant valley Sunday…” I guess so? Not every day in the San Fernando Valley is pleasant, but I like to think they are. After all, the climate is changing these days.
Back when I first moved to LA, no cool soul went to—let alone lived in— the Valley. Hey, no one cool from New York lived or went to Brooklyn either. Now I’m not the only one avoiding “going into town” for the convenience of those wide valley boulevards. When we recently had the option of enrolling Jonah into middle school in either the Valley or Silverlake we choose…
Yes, Sherman Oaks. Hey, it’s where you can raise a kid, get great Vietnamese food, and play baseball. Some of the best?
In fact it’s the Little League World Series this week. That’s a signal that we’re in the last days of summer when some of us never want it to end.
So, here’s my 100 degree, Valley-inspired list of records.
Enjoy!
Idelic Single of the Week: Whitney – Valleys (My Love)
