Welcome to Hollywood.
Tonight we are at the Wiltern Theatre in Hollywood. From the looks of it, it’s got some history to it. I have heard about this place but never been here. Walking around this morning and grabbing some Starbucks, I could tell I was still in Southern California.
There is something that really drives me crazy about this area. I don’t think I fit in well here. And the funny thing is, I don’t really want to. Everyone seems to have something to prove to someone. Whether it’s the rented sports car they are driving, the designer clothes they borrowed, or the altered bodies. I have none of those things. Everyone is in a rush, and annoyed that I exist. It’s okay though. To them, I don’t exist.
We are just getting ready to load in and start setting up for tonight. Phil stayed in San Diego last night and is driving up later. Last nights show went great. It was the smallest show so far selling out at only nine hundred people. Lot’s of Phil’s friends and family were there, along with some label folks. It was a lot of running around but turned out great.
Tonight should be fun too. I will let you know…
Here In L.A. - Roy Joseph
LA, LA is a costume party where the headlines print on Sunset strip marques
LA is a walk like that and a talk like this that’s close to home
But not close to where the heart is
LA, where you can sell your soul to some filmic fixture
They’ll call you back if someone likes your pictures
LA, all the hippest records playing, slate your name
But no one ever hears a word you’re saying
Here in LA, everybody’s got some deal cooking
Out here in LA, everybody seems to know someone
Out here in LA we’re all trying to be so good looking
LA, where there’s always sunshine
LA, it’s the parking spot that I’m waiting for
Just down the block, you’d better watch you back you’d better lock your door
LA is drive-bys and earthquake danger, loneliness shared by ten million strangers
LA is late-night rock and roll, where pocket thieves and cigarettes can steal your soul
LA where everybody’s driving rental cars but that’s ok we’re all aspiring movie-stars
That fame might find you so the fortune-tellers say
Your dreams might haunt you if you turned and walked away
We want too much for love and I think that’s why we stay
Here in LA
The center of the public eye, but to get somewhere is going to be a freeway drive
LA is banging this old guitar for the late night tips…
Promenade or some smoke free bar
LA this old city clouds my vision, I can’t tell if it’s the air or just indecision
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