Today the flavor that I'm feeling is psychedelic.
Listening to: Jefferson Airplane, Dead Man's Bones, Moody Blues, The Velvet Underground, and of course The Doors
I just saw that it is suppose to be 80 degrees here tomorrow. I absolutely love this weather! Bikinis in February! In the immortal words of Tobias Funke, "HAZAA!"
[ Susanne Shropshire, Marcy Nelson, Lauren Lundquist, and Aubrey Mayne jump for joy and sunshine.]
So since I will be in the sand and surf all day tomorrow... here is my compilation for best beach music ever! Grab a blanket, beer, some sunglasses, and friends and groove to these tunes while on the shores of your beaches... unless your not in LA which means it's probably like 25 degrees...sorry.
The Thrills- "Don't Steal Our Sun"
Best Coast- "I Want To"
Mercury Rev- "On A Summer Day"
Real Estate - "Fake Blues"
Beach Boys- "Feel Flows"
Dead Man's Bones- "Pa Pa Power"
Sheryl Crow- "All I Wanna Do"
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros- "Janglin"
Fiest- "Lonely Lonely (Frisbee'd Mix)" The Black Keys- "Never Gonna Give You Up" Fleet Foxes- "White Winter Hymnal" Ghost Ship- "Oh Great Is Our God" Iron & Wine- "Passing Afternoon" Joni Mitchell- "Troubled Child" Vampire Weekend- "California English" The Black Keys- "She's Long Gone" The Shout Out Louds- "A Track and a Train" Beach Boys- "Good Vibrations" DJ Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Prince- "Summertime" Simon & Garfunkle- "America" Ottis Redding- "Sittin On The Dock of the Bay"
Check these all out on Grooveshark and have a listen for free :)
Enjoy & leave me some of your favorite beach tunes!
This is what Aubrey looks like after 15 hrs of shooting a tv show in the Malibu sun.
Like every human being after a hard day I enjoy being scrubbed/sandpapered down head to toe by old Asian ladies in Korea town at 2am in the morning....
You might be thinking to yourself.... wha?
Well let me tell you about the Wilshire Spa and you will understand. Tucked under a high-rise in Korea town this 24 hour spa is the place to go if you are in need of some pampering anytime. Me and my room mates go around 11pm for a late night spa adventure. You strip down to your nothings and enjoy a: Massage, Facials, Body Scrub, Hot & Cold Baths, Dry & Steam Saunas, Mineral Salt Room, Charcoal Room, Pure Onyx Room, Lounge Area, Beauty Salon, Restaurant and more... But, I most definitely recommend the Full Body Scrub ($50). It is da bomb. Yes... I said "da bomb." That's how good it is ... that I would resurrect the 90's slang relic for the mecca of coolness. So basically you are in the buff on a table getting your skin polished and scrubbed by an old lady in granny panties (not quite sure why, but whatever works) and washed with warm milk oil until your bod is baby soft and sparkly clean.
All you sheepish sissies and prudes... I don't care if you don't want anyone seeing your hoo-ha... Just do this. You will thank me later... hopefully fully clothed when you do.
(This post was written a little while ago...but I didn't post it yet.)
"Seeing as it is the Christmas season I decided to make my once a year pilgrimage to the Gehenna of the modern western world. The local mall.
This trip was made especially wretched by the fact that I was up the entire night before having my dinner evacuated by my guts thanks to the little puke bug that is going around. This was however, my last day to do some gift shopping before leaving Los Angeles for the arctic tundra that is known as Seattle.
I closed out the Hulu page on my computer that I had been parked at for an embarrassingly long amount of time, peeled my lifeless skeleton out of my warm bed, strapped on some shoes and set off for my journey.
The roof seemed to be the wisest area to park in, due to my delirium and my frequent habit of forgetting where I parked my car. Shuffling into the atrium like a Grandma with a bad hip replacement, I was assaulted with smells of chinese food (that had no doubt been warming under lights since I woke up this morning) strollers and leashes piloted by frazzled parents who should have seriously considered shopping online, and...the grand conspiracy perpetuated by lies told by society, grandparents, and tv.....Santa.
I was like Normandy.
I ducked out of range of swinging bags, dodged uncovered child sneezes, and battled with snooty unintelligible store employees who would get upset when being interrupted from their conversation with their gay guy pal at the women's clothing store with whom they were analyzing her last nights sexting rendezvous with [insert high school boy's name.]
It soon became clear that an escape route was needed. My bags filled mostly with items I bought for myself (sheepish laugh...) I navigated towards where I thought I had parked. Once again old lady shuffling through the sea of chaos when upon my ears the cochlea damaging level screams register.
To my left, was a magnificent scene unfolding of child completely recumbent on the storefront floor, complete with feet kicking, fists pounding in a fit. "I WAAAANNNTTT IIIIIITTTTT!!!" His passion and volume was quite impressive as he fervently contorted his face and body on his mission to open the will and wallet of his mother for that toy he "had to have or was going to SCREEEAAAMMM!" All the while attracting a huge crowd.
Then, in that moment of pandemonium and weird mall smells I stopped ...and a Grinch style smile curled up my grumpy face. I was most thoroughly enjoying the fact that that was not my child. That I could leave the mall and not have to take that hellion with me. And most of all, that this child was able to convey every emotion I was feeling at that moment but by the constraints of society and what is deemed appropriate behavior for an adult, could not express.
Or it was just the flu medicine kicking in and making me crackers. Who knows. All I know is I escaped with a smile on my face and a story to tell."
