I am a Los Angeles-based twentysomething. I have a profession, and I have a secret life in music, and this blog isn't about any of that. I like Blogger because I can't read what you're thinking.
I forgot how amazing--and I mean that in the literal sense of the word--Zero 7's Simple Things album is. It has to have been at least three years since I've even thought of this album. Came on the playlist this morning after I was doing some gnarly push-ups, brah.
Sometimes a song is so delicious that it feels like you can literally chew it. It's a weird sensation I get from songs that really speak to me, and it tends to happen with neo-soul and ambient music. Bizarre, I know.
When I was hugely into Moby in my early high school years, I remember hearing Zero 7 and going, "Wow, Moby is kind of an ass compared to these guys." I feel like I just reunited with an old friend.
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Royal/T is a restaurant in Culver City whose servers are cute Japanese girls who dress in sexy maid outfits, and last night's #wondays destination. The place is littered with art by Shepard Fairey, Murakami, and Andy Warhol-inspired pop art, and it's confusing as hell when you wonder if the restaurant inside this stripped-down museum is just some weird rich dude's way of legally getting girls who look like sexy Japanese servants to bring him decent dishes. I wouldn't suggest their food as their menu is kind of pretentious, but the AZN slave invasion and milk tea are worth at least a drop-in. A blog mention is better than a Yelp or stupid Zagat sticker.
I JUST SAID THAT.
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Fuck me, man. That Zero 7. I feel horrible for not having listened to them for this long. #guilty
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The Woman and I went to see Jackass 3D in 2D a couple nights ago, which is impossible because a screen does have three planes, therefore "2D" is really 3D, and our universally accepted perception of movies in 3D is really just augmented 3D, and, anyway, even though she enjoyed it way more than I did (shrug) I was *kinda* (and by *kinda* I mean REALLY) impressed by the use of high speed cameras that gave like 4 billion frames per second of really stupid shit that, upon more reflection, aren't really that stupid, and were kinda, um, beautiful.
I just used the words "Jackass 3D" and "beautiful" in the same run-on sentence.