Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
No more pencils / No more books / No more teacher’s dirty looks / Out for summer / Out till fall / We might not come / Back at all
School’s out forever / School’s out for summer / School’s out with fever / School’s out completely
Do you believe in the power of the planets? Aliens? Does Mercury in retrograde ring a bell? In substance I’m with it all, but in truth I find it all to be underlying cosmic matter.
Ok, so what? After a week of many small and often annoying challenges I woke up this AM with a joyous contagion. It hit me that today is the last day of 7th grade for our Jonah.
I once owned a weekly LA club I named 7th Grade. My partner (notorious ’80s DJ Matt Dike) and I loved the name. The concept behind it was that “our ride” started in 7th Grade.
My senses can almost recall that day.
I went to prep school. Jacket, shirt and tie. I entered our apartment and took off my school clothes as I headed to my turntable. For my 13th birthday my Jewish grandmother spoiled me with a killer stereo—dual turntable and a Scott amp and pre-amp. I kid you not, some of those summer nights my friends and I would dose and just look at that stereo wow’d.
Back to that day in 1975. I threw on my Mott The Hoople t-shirt, jeans and Pro-Keds, and jumped on my bike and I was gone!
Let’s go for a ride and feel that way.
Idelic Single of the Week: Wavves – Hideaway
Ride on kids.
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