Strangers, I can't stop listening to "The Riot's Gone" by Santigold (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjZp9GfirSs). It's just really lovely and I don't know what it's about but when I blast it in my car, I feel NICE.
Also, Santigold is generally really good and she kicked BUTT at Coachella. Usually she is singing a dance jam, so this is a nice, ballad-like tune for her.
Okay, bye happy Tuesday!
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Strange Soy
Hi Lil' Strangers. Sorry I haven't been in touch lately. It's not that I haven't been doing strange things, but I've been busy. I still love all 20 of you. Oh, I checked out the Echo Park Rising Festival Saturday (http://echoparkrising.com/), which was kind of a sweaty mess of 18 year-old hipsters trying to get a hold of PBRs and moshing in the street, but hey, I appreciate the effort. Also, my lovely friend Grey played with this band Jules Verne (http://julesverne.bandcamp.com/) and they were very solid, especially considering they played in a packed tiny record store with no AC and human bodies flying in their faces...but honestly, it was kind of badass. Also badass: the fact that I was wearing sunglasses. I'll tell you why:
SCARY! No, my gentleman caller did not punch me in the face. Yes, my eye eventually swelled all the way shut and I refuse to send you the picture I took of myself where I look like the dude's mask in V For Vendetta. My sexual face is the result of a soy allergy that occurs so sporadically, I choose to deny it and chug a soy-based drink at 9:30AM. NO MORE. Like, this has happened to me three times. Ever. All in my twenties. But obviously I am allergic to SOMETHING in soy, because I had a soy latte first thing Saturday morning (provided by Noey and her fault in NO WAY because I knew about this and she didn't), went to brunch, and immediately went all Hitch on everyone. Like, my friends Christopher and Mary Beth were telling a hilarious story about a topless lady on Sunset Blvd. one minute and the next I was in the bathroom texting Noey to bring me my bag and my SUNGLASSES PLEASE FRIEND RIGHT NOW.
Anyway, a couple of hours later...my eyes were not better. But I didn't want to waste one of the last days of summer and so I put on by cool-lady aviators and went to my friend Cornelia's pool party. Now, sunglasses totally work at daytime pool party. They do not work in a darkened record store at midnight. And by "do not work," I simply mean strangers will question your motives for wearing sunglasses at night. I mean, people bugged Sting so much he wrote a song about it and now I like, TOTALLY FEEL FOR HIM. Multiple people asked why I was wearing shades and we weren't in Beverly Hills; we were in a neighborhood where people think it's okay to wear bathing suit bottoms and a sheer lace bra to brunch (referring to a specific lady my friend Julie and I encountered Sunday). Even my friends were like "Come on girl, it can't be that bad," but then I would show them and they would be all, "Oh, okay, you know what? Sunglasses at night is a fun trend you should start!" Only Noey whispered "I am secretly jealous of you because I want to wear my shades always." She is a nice woman. Anyway, wore those puppies until the wee hours of the morning and I am now proud to report my eyes are mostly back to normal. Bye forever, SOY DEVIL.
SCARY! No, my gentleman caller did not punch me in the face. Yes, my eye eventually swelled all the way shut and I refuse to send you the picture I took of myself where I look like the dude's mask in V For Vendetta. My sexual face is the result of a soy allergy that occurs so sporadically, I choose to deny it and chug a soy-based drink at 9:30AM. NO MORE. Like, this has happened to me three times. Ever. All in my twenties. But obviously I am allergic to SOMETHING in soy, because I had a soy latte first thing Saturday morning (provided by Noey and her fault in NO WAY because I knew about this and she didn't), went to brunch, and immediately went all Hitch on everyone. Like, my friends Christopher and Mary Beth were telling a hilarious story about a topless lady on Sunset Blvd. one minute and the next I was in the bathroom texting Noey to bring me my bag and my SUNGLASSES PLEASE FRIEND RIGHT NOW.
Anyway, a couple of hours later...my eyes were not better. But I didn't want to waste one of the last days of summer and so I put on by cool-lady aviators and went to my friend Cornelia's pool party. Now, sunglasses totally work at daytime pool party. They do not work in a darkened record store at midnight. And by "do not work," I simply mean strangers will question your motives for wearing sunglasses at night. I mean, people bugged Sting so much he wrote a song about it and now I like, TOTALLY FEEL FOR HIM. Multiple people asked why I was wearing shades and we weren't in Beverly Hills; we were in a neighborhood where people think it's okay to wear bathing suit bottoms and a sheer lace bra to brunch (referring to a specific lady my friend Julie and I encountered Sunday). Even my friends were like "Come on girl, it can't be that bad," but then I would show them and they would be all, "Oh, okay, you know what? Sunglasses at night is a fun trend you should start!" Only Noey whispered "I am secretly jealous of you because I want to wear my shades always." She is a nice woman. Anyway, wore those puppies until the wee hours of the morning and I am now proud to report my eyes are mostly back to normal. Bye forever, SOY DEVIL.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Strange Beautiful Music Man
So Saturday I was feeling a little blue and so a nice, handsome gentleman caller made me a root beer float:
Like he seriously bought ice cream sandwiches and root beer from a gas station and made this. He is Tom Colicchio meets Tony Bourdain. I said Tony; what?
Anyway, then it was time for the JACK WHITE concert with Noey. Seriously. I was finally getting to see my idol/IDEAL live (note: I saw Jack White at Coachella with the Dead Weather two years ago and it was ELECTRIC, but I had to divide my attention between him and Alison Mosshart and that was HARD). Jack played at the Shrine Auditiorium (http://www.shrineauditorium.com/), which is the big place downtown by USC. It's really pretty in there:
Yeah, so, we were in the balcony. While Jack was kind of tiny, the show was everything I had hoped for. With an all-female band of INCREDIBLE musicians (the drummer was so ferocious she smashed her cymbals onto the floor twice, but somehow never stopped playing perfectly), Jack was loud and energetic and fully committed to the show and you could tell that's how he always is for every gig. It was a real treat because he played a lot of White Stripes songs and some Raconteurs stuff as well. I thought I was going to pass out during "My Doorbell." Anyway, the show was well-worth the cost and I am still in a state of ecstasy from it. SIGH.
Like he seriously bought ice cream sandwiches and root beer from a gas station and made this. He is Tom Colicchio meets Tony Bourdain. I said Tony; what?
Anyway, then it was time for the JACK WHITE concert with Noey. Seriously. I was finally getting to see my idol/IDEAL live (note: I saw Jack White at Coachella with the Dead Weather two years ago and it was ELECTRIC, but I had to divide my attention between him and Alison Mosshart and that was HARD). Jack played at the Shrine Auditiorium (http://www.shrineauditorium.com/), which is the big place downtown by USC. It's really pretty in there:
Yeah, so, we were in the balcony. While Jack was kind of tiny, the show was everything I had hoped for. With an all-female band of INCREDIBLE musicians (the drummer was so ferocious she smashed her cymbals onto the floor twice, but somehow never stopped playing perfectly), Jack was loud and energetic and fully committed to the show and you could tell that's how he always is for every gig. It was a real treat because he played a lot of White Stripes songs and some Raconteurs stuff as well. I thought I was going to pass out during "My Doorbell." Anyway, the show was well-worth the cost and I am still in a state of ecstasy from it. SIGH.
Strange Taco
Heyo Lil' Strangers-
So this new gourmet taco place opened up across the street from me and MY NEW NEIGHBOR NOEY WHO MOVED IN NEXT DOOR IT IS SO GLORIOUS, called Diablo: Urban Taco Fabricator (http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/5/1695131/restaurant/Silver-Lake/Diablo-Taco-LA). Okay so two things: 1) who needs another overpriced, "fancy" taco place in LA when the El Flamin' Taco truck at Alvarado and Sunset is so damn good and cheap and 2) what in the shit does "Urban Taco Fabricator" mean? COME ON. However, this place was the JAM you guys, and I am determined to make it my neighborhood Cheers. You walk into this lovely, exposed brick room and stand in line to order your food and first drink. The staff gives you a number and you find a seat in the spacious room in the back that also includes a bar so it's convenient to get your next drink. All the menu items are written on a chalkboard, but they have paper menus as well. This is what I did:
At the back is an octopus salad with purple potatoes (so yum if you like the weird octo-texture, which I do), the taco to the left is Maine lobster hunks with some kind of creamy zest and the taco on the right is hen of the woods mushrooms, cherry tomatoes, and again, some kind of creamy/spicy sauce (I LOVE a sauce). The drink is their special "Michelada" and it is INSANE. It's a beer of your choice (I think I went with a "Buddha's Belly") with this kind of bloody Mary ice pop in it. It's DELICIOUS, either on its own or inside the beer. Anyway, although these tacos are pricier than at the truck, the vibe and the tastiness are well worth the price-bump. I'll see you there!
So this new gourmet taco place opened up across the street from me and MY NEW NEIGHBOR NOEY WHO MOVED IN NEXT DOOR IT IS SO GLORIOUS, called Diablo: Urban Taco Fabricator (http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/5/1695131/restaurant/Silver-Lake/Diablo-Taco-LA). Okay so two things: 1) who needs another overpriced, "fancy" taco place in LA when the El Flamin' Taco truck at Alvarado and Sunset is so damn good and cheap and 2) what in the shit does "Urban Taco Fabricator" mean? COME ON. However, this place was the JAM you guys, and I am determined to make it my neighborhood Cheers. You walk into this lovely, exposed brick room and stand in line to order your food and first drink. The staff gives you a number and you find a seat in the spacious room in the back that also includes a bar so it's convenient to get your next drink. All the menu items are written on a chalkboard, but they have paper menus as well. This is what I did:
At the back is an octopus salad with purple potatoes (so yum if you like the weird octo-texture, which I do), the taco to the left is Maine lobster hunks with some kind of creamy zest and the taco on the right is hen of the woods mushrooms, cherry tomatoes, and again, some kind of creamy/spicy sauce (I LOVE a sauce). The drink is their special "Michelada" and it is INSANE. It's a beer of your choice (I think I went with a "Buddha's Belly") with this kind of bloody Mary ice pop in it. It's DELICIOUS, either on its own or inside the beer. Anyway, although these tacos are pricier than at the truck, the vibe and the tastiness are well worth the price-bump. I'll see you there!
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Strange Cartoons
You guys, the Hollywood Bowl (please, you know it...http://www.hollywoodbowl.com/) does the coolest thing in the summer: the orchestra music from various Pixar movies as clips from those movies are projected on a screen. It's so pretty, look:
I know, right?? The very nice, handsome gentleman who brought me got us a box, which is the closest I've ever sat at the Bowl and it was awesome. They have these little (and I mean REAL SMALL) boxes of four seats with these fold out tables so you can have a picnic as the sun sets. Nice, handsome gentleman is a freaky-great cook, so my picnic included things like this:
That's a mother-loving QUICHE, bitches. Anyway, it was delicious. Yeah, I am definitely bragging about my evening. Also, I sobbed through the entire show; those Pixar movies are effing TOUCHING, okay?! Anyway, good times.
PS I also saw Celeste and Jesse Forever (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQoH1IGRB3w), and it starts out annoying but then gets really good, in my opinion and features a lot of lovely LA spots, mainly on the east side. So check it!
I know, right?? The very nice, handsome gentleman who brought me got us a box, which is the closest I've ever sat at the Bowl and it was awesome. They have these little (and I mean REAL SMALL) boxes of four seats with these fold out tables so you can have a picnic as the sun sets. Nice, handsome gentleman is a freaky-great cook, so my picnic included things like this:
That's a mother-loving QUICHE, bitches. Anyway, it was delicious. Yeah, I am definitely bragging about my evening. Also, I sobbed through the entire show; those Pixar movies are effing TOUCHING, okay?! Anyway, good times.
PS I also saw Celeste and Jesse Forever (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQoH1IGRB3w), and it starts out annoying but then gets really good, in my opinion and features a lot of lovely LA spots, mainly on the east side. So check it!
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Strange Random
Hey-ho Lil' Guys,
So this weekend was a mish-mash of loveliness. Friday night Noey Jones, Rob Lowe (not the real Rob Lowe, but my friend Rob, who is probably better than the real Rob Lowe. However, if the real Rob Lowe wanted to hang, I wouldn't be opposed) and I checked out the King Tuff show at the Echo. While this dude's interstitial words were nothing special (the third time he said "This one's dedicated to the mother-fuckers," I wanted to strange him), I have to admit he is just an INCREDIBLE musician and his songs are retro-garage rock at its best. He didn't play my favorite jam, "Swamp of Love," because it's more ballad-y, he brought the house down with his other hits and I found him surprisingly attractive with his long, scraggly hair, Philly's cap, and sheer mesh jersey top (Noelia asked how much I had had to drink at that point but WHATEVER I have weird taste). Here he is:
Yeah, I was having camera issues. Anyway, Saturday Anna and I met some buds at the cemetery screening of The Big Lebowski. I can't really show you any pictures I took, because they are all unflattering shots of my friends sleeping during the movie (not that they don't love it; the cemetery is just such a good place to nap!...forever). Oh, Jay did have this incredible idea to buy pool rafts and use them as beds on the lawn. He had way too much fun blowing them up...
It's the little things, Strangers. Also the guy that Lebowski was based on, Jeff Dowd showed up and was fun at first and then kind of went on a weird tangent but hey, that's the Dude, so whatever, bless him. Sunday after my res walk I bought this, simply because, well:
Ew! What does that taste like?! It will potentially live in my fridge forever but maybe it will acquire some value? I dunno. Finally, Noey turned me onto this song, "Coming Down" by the Dum Dum Girls and I love it and want you to as well:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZdbNMDH8hc
Adios!
So this weekend was a mish-mash of loveliness. Friday night Noey Jones, Rob Lowe (not the real Rob Lowe, but my friend Rob, who is probably better than the real Rob Lowe. However, if the real Rob Lowe wanted to hang, I wouldn't be opposed) and I checked out the King Tuff show at the Echo. While this dude's interstitial words were nothing special (the third time he said "This one's dedicated to the mother-fuckers," I wanted to strange him), I have to admit he is just an INCREDIBLE musician and his songs are retro-garage rock at its best. He didn't play my favorite jam, "Swamp of Love," because it's more ballad-y, he brought the house down with his other hits and I found him surprisingly attractive with his long, scraggly hair, Philly's cap, and sheer mesh jersey top (Noelia asked how much I had had to drink at that point but WHATEVER I have weird taste). Here he is:
Yeah, I was having camera issues. Anyway, Saturday Anna and I met some buds at the cemetery screening of The Big Lebowski. I can't really show you any pictures I took, because they are all unflattering shots of my friends sleeping during the movie (not that they don't love it; the cemetery is just such a good place to nap!...forever). Oh, Jay did have this incredible idea to buy pool rafts and use them as beds on the lawn. He had way too much fun blowing them up...
It's the little things, Strangers. Also the guy that Lebowski was based on, Jeff Dowd showed up and was fun at first and then kind of went on a weird tangent but hey, that's the Dude, so whatever, bless him. Sunday after my res walk I bought this, simply because, well:
Ew! What does that taste like?! It will potentially live in my fridge forever but maybe it will acquire some value? I dunno. Finally, Noey turned me onto this song, "Coming Down" by the Dum Dum Girls and I love it and want you to as well:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZdbNMDH8hc
Adios!
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Strange Outpost
Lil' Strangers, on Monday night I did the most Echo Park-ish thing ever (Echo Park is right next to Silverlake and even more hipstery, Mom). I went with Miss Noey to this place called the Echo Outpost (http://echocountryoutpost.com/) which is basically this huge warehouse that belongs to this adorable couple and they have concerts there and like this country store that sells old-timey things. Behold:
There is also a terrifying tooth brush holder in the bathroom:
I accidentally touched it! Aaaahhh!! Anyway, we went to see this band, Whiskey Shivers (http://whiskeyshivers.com/), perform. They we're GREAT. It's kind of, as Noelia said, all about the live show with them because they are these beautiful, shoeless young things that just play the fastest, sweatiest folk-country ever. I could write my own country ballad about the lead singer's arms:
Precious, right? When I met them (Noey introduced me because she filmed them at South by Southwest...yeah, she will always be better than you) I am pretty sure I just giggled and definitely sure I spilled beer onto the guitarist's bare foot. Oh well, I am never gonna be that cool. Anyway, I urge all of you to have a listen to this band and if you live in the area, DEFINITELY check out a show at the Outpost; you won't be sorry.
There is also a terrifying tooth brush holder in the bathroom:
I accidentally touched it! Aaaahhh!! Anyway, we went to see this band, Whiskey Shivers (http://whiskeyshivers.com/), perform. They we're GREAT. It's kind of, as Noelia said, all about the live show with them because they are these beautiful, shoeless young things that just play the fastest, sweatiest folk-country ever. I could write my own country ballad about the lead singer's arms:
Precious, right? When I met them (Noey introduced me because she filmed them at South by Southwest...yeah, she will always be better than you) I am pretty sure I just giggled and definitely sure I spilled beer onto the guitarist's bare foot. Oh well, I am never gonna be that cool. Anyway, I urge all of you to have a listen to this band and if you live in the area, DEFINITELY check out a show at the Outpost; you won't be sorry.
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