A person very important to me once said, “inspiration is for amateurs”
He is the reason why I picked the guitar back up.. a weird combination of dylan and hendrix; the cocteau twins and aphex twin; dead can dance and meat beat manifesto.. He also told me once electronic music was far superior to any other music. I didn't get it then but I get it now.
He was right.
On both accounts.
If you need to wait to be inspired to create art or take action, you're doing it wrong.
Life is mundane. Life is boring. Life is repetitive and the same thing happens over and over again.
Feel like you're going around in circles?
That's because you are.
We're all going around in circles.
I am so white. But it's funny, in some places in nebraska i'm not white enough. I couldn't quite cut it when members of my intimate side-project's family threw around the n word. It wasn't cool when they talked about the coloureds showing up at church. I was shocked the first time it happened. I was also shocked when it continued to happen and that LAMF didn't say anything to stop it. He also expected me to be okay with it.
But you know what? I wasn't okay with it.
And to tell you the truth... I like color.
A bird landed on my head once. I was wearing a hat but it still counts. I'm not latino. In case you haven't noticed, I'm white. If I recall correctly I believe I mentioned that before. I try to be weary of cultural appropriation … it's shaky ground. But there's a street I know by the name of PACA and I like burritos. Plus the culture is creeping in and these days it's nearly impossible not to appropriate.
I remember standing in a post office in Landers, California in an awkward silence as two women slowly completed an application to receive a P.O. Box. The one woman was wearing a lightweight tank dress that revealed most of the skin on her back. She had the stereo-typical over-processed chemical burned platinum blonde hair you would expect from a woman living in California past her mid-forties. She was covered with a huge spotted-pelt leopard tattoo.
The woman she was with gave off the atmosphere of a lover. As they stood there in their gladiator sandals it was so textbook california I could hardly take it. You know, starting a new life over in Landers because what more could you ask for after reaching the female expiration date of 36 hollywood years?
There was obviously a back story and to speculate was excruciating.
The guy standing in line must have felt it, too, because as the women were working on the application and the employee patiently waited he broke the silence and said,
“So where's the best taco stand around here?”
It was hilarious
and perfect and
you could ask for
in terms of timing
the proximity of
I am not cool.
I don't get invited to stuff and I don't have much desire to spend any time in san luis obispo.
Can't say I know much about california, either.
But I imagine I could be in any place near the greater los angeles metro area and break the ice by asking where the best taco stand is located. With that simple question a brief smile comes across the “superior-than-thou” west coasterner's lips and they'll be happy to tell you their favorite taco stand.
Because you know, everyone wants to be the best person with the most inside niche information.
But this post is about burrito joints, not taco stands.
And you know, cali is burning up and that part isn't hilarious.
I also drove past IRONWOOD.
But if fish tacos are any indication, I have a pretty good feeling the burritos there are probably delicious.
to be continued ...