This ain’t no disco. It ain’t no country club either.
Baby…this is LA.
My relationship with LA is a complicated one. Mostly because it’s a complicated city to love.
There’s so much that’s *wrong* with LA. But over the course of many, many years, I’m starting to understand what’s just so *right* about it too.
I’m excited to go because I have a super fantastic reason to be there. My incredibly talented cousin has written a rock opera, and this weekend is a first run of the production for the public.
This is the same cousin who wrote and staged a rather successful musical just a few years back. I know! Mind bogglingly talented.
Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from this event this weekend.
And so, over the Grapevine I go and back into the arms of the love it-hate it town of LA.
I’ll see about humming a Tom Petty tune as I do. Or maybe The Doors. Or… What is the perfect LA song? (And I don’t want to hear anything about no Randy Newman either.)
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