Sometimes I feel like I completely wasn't meant for this next few decades.
I'm pretty sure I was built for the for a different time era,
but there was some sort of weird mix up.
The 1980s were a decade of unprecedented decadence.
Wall Street was
booming, cocaine & herb were the chic drugs of choice,
my mom skateboarded to her Prom (heels and all), and L.A.'s notorious glam
metal scene was in full swing on the Sunset Strip. Ruling that scene
were
the heavy hitting hair bands and the women who loved them.
"On Sunset Strip in 1987, Walking
down that street with flyers
of your band in your hand was the same as
walking into
a whorehouse with a pocket full of benjamins." -BC1991 comes around, and the glam scene that I so much admire went up
into flames- like somebody called the 'Fun Cops' and just like that,
it is what it is today. Now it's 2009: 22 years later, and I stand on the corner
of where the
Strip begins and it's nothing but tourists, generally. It sort of
feels almost like a ghost town for being so crowded. You look in front of
the Whiskey and just feel so much energy that used to be there; it'll never be
the same as it was in pictures or videos and I am so jealous of the people who
got to experience that time.
Everyone stares at me as I'm just lost staring into the, at one point, most infamous
playground for underground (and mainstream) entertainers and the people who
loved them. Hollyhood was become a ghost town of lies and just memories of
what used to be. Then theres one person who knows exactly what your talking
about... and then that you realize how the city sparkles when it's
about 3AM, on the roof of a 15 story building-
& how you know you were thrown in this town to turn it back upside down.