Well folks, there's no turning back now. The job is quit, the car is sold, the moving truck's heading east, and the hair is cut. Now it's just tying up some loose ends and soakin' up the sun til we fly out. Thursday afternoon we'll be New Yorkers again. Hotel New Yorkers for a few days but still. We're pretty excited.
Moving never gets easier but I like to think you do get better at it. Whitney and I could straight-up run a clinic on how to do it right.
Some of you already know but after three great years in Los Angeles, Whitney and I are moving to New York April 1st. That's like next week.
The reason behind the big move is Whitney's job is calling her home to the mothership in New York and, well, I've been ready for something new for a while. That and you don't have to ask me twice to move to New York. So we're leaving the sun-splashed land of make believe for the greatest city in the world. Both of us being former residents of the City, I think I'm safely speaking for both of us when I say we're anxious to get back.
On Friday, I'll be saying goodbye to the fine folks and great surfers of Deutsch. I'll miss them. Then it'll be off to the wilds of freelance and perhaps someday soon, that dream job I've been looking for my whole life. Obviously, if you have that position and would like to fill it with arguably the finest writer of our generation, let me know. My work's available for view there on the right. Have a look-see.
For the past few weeks people have been asking me a lot if I'll miss LA when I leave. The short answer is yes, I will. But the best response I can give them is that to compare New York to LA is like comparing a vacation to the beach to a vacation to the mountains. They're both fantastic destinations with their own merits yet they're both radically different. It's literally comparing apples and oranges.
All that being said, I'll miss LA. I've really enjoyed living here. Now I'm down to my "lasts": my last fill-up at my gas station, the last sixer at the corner bodega (well maybe not last), my last car wash (did see Tim Robbins there today though), and now pretty much everywhere I go I know it's for the last time—for this time, anyway.
Most of all, I'll miss the weather. It really is amazing. And I'll have to savor each of these last six LA sunsets and their warm, glorious LA light.
But it's time.
So start spreading the news, as they say.
And if you're in the area and wanna buy some sweet-ass stuff, we're having the mother of all garage sales this Saturday in an effort to downsize into our New York apartment.
Traditionally, the music year of each decade happens near the middle of the decade. But I'll be damned if 2010 ain't making a go of it. Good lord, the tunes just keep coming—the new Yeasayer, Broken Bells, Gorillaz.
And while this whole throwback thing's been kickin' out the jams for a few years now, it's paying some early returns this year. These two have been gettin a lot of spins lately. Or clicks or plays or whatever we do now. You know what I'm sayin'.
The Morning Benders Berkley upstarts, The Morning Benders. I've been waiting for this album for a while. They make fantastic Sunday afternoon music. For when the windows are open. And the weather's like it is right now.
This is a live take on "Excuses." Give it about 1:15 to get going.
Many of you may have heard about the ill-fated Virgin America flight that made the 16 hour trek from LA to NYC this past Saturday. A guy even made a video of it.
What the news has failed to tell you however is the story of the people who were left to suffer in the brightly lit and sparsely furnished JFK Terminal 4 as they waited for that flight to arrive and take them back to LA. A flight know as Virgin America 411.
Most glaringly, they've failed to tell my story.
I was one of what came to be known as the Virgin America 126 (not sure what the head count was but that's a likely number) waiting endlessly for that selfish, selfish plane to take me home.
For almost 12 hours, as that plane circled and circled and circled before later being diverted and held on a tarmac upstate for hours before its passengers were eventually bused into the city 16 hours later, I was in an airline terminal. JFK Terminal 4. Gate B25.
There, I was forced to move from one sitting area to another as passenger after passenger made loud, angry phone call after loud, angry phone call near me. It was as if they were seeking me out in order to make their phone calls as closely as possible.
That afternoon, after rushing to get to the airport believing the internet's claim that my flight was still on time, I ate a "pizza" from one of the few restaurant options available. If bread, pepperoni and a sauce that tasted like warm trash could even be called a pizza, of course. I'm looking at you, Cibata something or another.
A few hours in, thinking surely it wouldn't be much longer, I was forced to buy a $2.50 bag of M&M's. That's like a 400% mark up.
Lord, why hath thou forsaken me?
Later that evening, I dined on one the worst burgers of my life at a place called Buffalo Wild Wings. Granted, the tall Budweiser was delicious but that burger could only be described as prison-caliber.
Oh, the humanity.
There weren't even that many outlets for plugging in our countless electronics.
So much suffering. So much pain.
Some twelve hours later we boarded our flight and made it back to LA, getting in about 6 in the morning. Pretty uneventful flight, really. Got some solid shut-eye. But still.
I think all of us who spent those hours wandering the Hudson News and sitting and eating and reading and will never forget the hardships we endured that night. March 12th.
Actually, pretty sure it was the 13th. Hard to remember now.
What's important is that I too suffered. And that you know about it.
I've been pretty pumped about the new LCD Soundsystem album coming out in May. This only made me more pumped. Renting a mansion in the Hollywood Hills is really the only way to make an album if you ask me. Curiously, it's the same mansion the Chili Peppers recorded "Blood Sugar Sex Magik." A little trivia for ya.