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Pretty Sister – West Coast

I’m all for refreshing my perspective about Los Angeles. I need songs like this to remind me how luscious and gorgeous LA can truly be. I’ve lived in this sprawling city for almost 20 years, and I’m still not quite sure how I feel about it. People shout out “I LOVE LA” but in all sincerity I the best I can do is mutter “I kinda like LA, i think, at least most of the time…maybe?”

It’s a vexing place, and my “on-the-fenceness” was pushed over the edge – in the wrong direction – after living in Europe off and on for a few years. So many classic cities in Europe are easy to love. So is New York, Chicago and most other cities built in that classic European fashion. They’re built upwards on relatively small land masses, making it easy to create efficient public transportation, above and below ground. Everything is nearby in a city constructed this way – groceries, shopping, great restaurants, etc. It’s either down the street, or a few metro stops away.

But because it’s built out instead of up, in LA people are resigned to being stuck in their cars most of the time, so they struggle to have a deep relationship with the city. Everyone is stressed after sitting in traffic and then having to find somewhere to park. It’s a challenge to make to meet up with friends and bar hop on a Friday night. You gotta drive 45 minutes to go 5 miles to eat.

But that aside, LA is evolving and growing into itself. I realized that it’s simply just a younger city than those others. It’s a new design, and who am I to say the old design is better? Than I just sound like the cranky guy defending music of his youth as better than the music of this generation’s youth. Maybe NY is the aging older brother and LA is the hotshot, loudmouth younger brother. I’m excited to see what this awe-inspiring city becomes, and honestly it’s beautiful songs like Pretty Sister’s “West Coast” that greatly add to it’s culture. Everything about the song oozes coolness, smoothness, pride, confidence and swagger, and I guess those are the same virtues that define LA as a whole. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. I guess every so often little bro has to show up his older brother to prove he’s a force to be reckoned with.


Joey Purp – GIRLS (Feat. Chance The Rapper)

Where the girls at?

I’m on my way to a VR party to try to HTC Vive. I can just about guarantee the girls will not be there. Either way I had to take some time out and post this jam before the weekend. Joey Purp crushes this track and the beat is nothing but a good time. Certified Hydro to get you ready for the weekend, enjoy.


SNBRN (feat. Holly Winter) – Sometimes

Something about beginning of this song feels as pensive as the title. It’s feels like it’s testing the waters, dipping it’s toe in to see how cold it is. Then you can feel the nostalgic vibe kick in, the misty-eyed thoughts about the past, certain electric moments that are ingrained in your brain like flashbulb memories. Those moments are the “sometimes.” In fact, if you add up all the things you do sometimes, it most likely equals close to 100% of your time and life.

“Sometimes, the fever in my bones won’t break
I wanna make the same mistakes.”

I guess you could call them moments, but i like the concept of “sometimes.” It ties into the concept of moderation, which is another fascinating topic. I think about moderation a lot, in terms of “when/what is too much?” What’s an acceptable level of anything? Confounding stuff, probably TOO MUCH for right now, so I digress.

My point is, doing things “sometimes” is what keeps things exciting. It also keeps things simple – do something all the time, and it loses it’s charm and enjoyment, that’s no mystery. The same is true of the flip, and I don’t see anything noble about denying yourself things you enjoy. Plus when you go without, then you just end up needing from people and putting a strain on your relationships. But if you indulge too much, odds are you’re putting a strain on your relationships in that scenario too. Listen to SNBRN and Holly and save yourself, your friends and your family the trouble – just do things sometimes.


Choose Your Pimp

It’s a sad but a choice nonetheless. By choosing to play a game we don’t own, we choose to be pimped. But look around you say, I can do whatever I want? This very illusion romanticizes the reality – So many pimps to choose from! If you don’t own, your passion becomes someones product. We essentially pay to play under this paradigm.

It’s the same as “choosing” a President. South Park said it ingeniously in the Douche and Turd episode. What are we even choosing between here?

Now apply that to the things you’ve probably never considered.

We choose a college to owe money to. We choose a job to trade money for our time. We choose the rate at which to be indebted to a credit card company. We choose what home we want to buy and pay off for 30 years. I don’t know about you but what kind of ridiculous choices are these?

I won’t go on with this because it’s a disturbing topic. Though I do recommend thinking about it, the bigger picture. You have to be an owner. Because you see, the “choice” to go get it 1means you just got got.


Midoca – Everything I Need

Growing up, my brother and I used to laugh hysterically every time our dad started to get choked up watching a movie. He’d start popping and snorting, trying to hold back the tears, pretending he wasn’t getting emotional and my bro and I would lose it. Mostly because the scenes seemed completely innocuous, and our little feeble minds couldn’t understand what the hell was “so sad” about said scene.

Well, now I know I’m getting old, because I get choked up probably 2-4 times per day. Mostly from various forms of art that are just plain dope, there’s really no other reason. I guess at this point my mind is able to tune into the frequency of “dopeness” that certain art has, and once it does, it’s all goosebumps and tear ducts from there. It could be a moment of a TV show, a photo that strikes a nerve, a song that resonates, a movie that “gets it,” or even a special moment in sports. The other night I was watching an ESPN documentary about the heartbreak that Cleveland sports fans have suffered through the years, and mind you I don’t give a shit about the Cavs, Browns or the Indians, but once Marty Schottenheimer broke down trying to defend Ernest Byner as a good person even though he fumbled away a chance at the Super Bowl, it was all goosebumps and tear ducts. This cry-baby trend seems to have no boundaries.

“Everything I Need” reduced me to a salty mess pretty swiftly. Even more than the relatable lyrics of pain and frustration is the unbridled emotion that Midoca brings to this track. He sounds helpless, yet firm in his declarations, reminding us that even though shit isn’t the way it’s supposed to be for him, he’s still got “everything he needs.” The melodies strike all the right pangs of sadness and desperation, and the self-produced track twists and turns along with Midoca as he comes to terms with what’s going on. He drags the listener along, forcing them to come to terms with the song too. The fact that this is his first time singing on one of his tracks makes it all the more impressive. I was throughly moved by this one.