Mike Trout Mask Replica.
I felt sure someone would’ve done this before, but I searched Google, Google Images, Tumblr, and Twitter and found nowt, so…
I love that this appeals to a very specific demographic: baseball fan AND Captain Beefheart fan.
This is the first batch, up to our ride to Venice. After that, there’s the Hollywood stuff and then more Disney. But I need to do things like unpack and shower away the airplane germs.
The vacation set so far is here, if interested. Man, it felt great to be taking photos again (warning, includes some instagram pictures).
X- Your Phone’s Off the Hook But You’re Not
“California Calling” - Part 2 of 3
Los Angeles is bleak and dark yet there was something X did to that darkness that made it appealing. It made me feel discarded and it made something wild stir inside me, a feeling of wanting to be wrong or bad or worse than I was. What Springsteen’s Born to Run did for some people, Los Angeles did for me. It made me want to get out of this place and go somewhere else, where people felt, where people lived and died in ways that became songs.
When I was 14, I wanted to go to California to embrace a hippie culture that no longer existed. And here, at 17, I wanted to go to California to see a place where people lived like this, where sex and drugs and loneliness could make you so poetic and so dangerous at the same time. I didn’t want to be a part of it so much as I just wanted to see it, to feel it and grab some of that decadence and despair that could make someone write words that sat in my stomach like a sickness. Words that made me feel.
I think every 17 year old thinks of breaking out, of doing something different and dangerous, something that would make their parents scream, something that they know they would regret later. I wanted to write poetry. I wanted to live a life that would make me write poetry like this. Every time I felt like that, I’d listen to Los Angeles again and yearn for a California that was so different than the one I thought I knew in the 70s.