the olden times

the olden times

there are some things i miss about the olden days:

arcade parlors, mtv, less than a buck a gallon gasoline, record stores, afros, harry caray

things that im thrilled are around nowadays:

the internet, wifi, dvrs, $400 55″ lcd tvs, 99cent jack in the box tacos, text messaging, blogging

when i think about LA i usually think about the things that arent here any more, which is weird, because it dont think that about my wallet or heart, why would i care about westwood?

but i do, and i talk about it all the time, and some people who were here when it was happening understand

but about just as many dont. they say f westwood.

in fact the most LA response i get is,

“can you imagine the traffic if westwood came back?”


in the olden times ppl loved crowds.

and hats.

that night the ramones did a tom waits song on letterman

When I’m lying in my bed at night
I don’t wanna grow up
Nothin’ ever seems to turn out right
I don’t wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That’s always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t ever wanna be that way
I don’t wanna grow up

Seems like folks turn into things
That they’d never want
The only thing to live for is today
I’m gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don’t wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t wanna have to shout it out
I don’t want my hair to fall out
I don’t wanna be filled with doubt
I don’t wanna be a good boy scout
I don’t wanna have to learn to count
I don’t wanna have the biggest amount
I don’t wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight
I don’t wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don’t wanna grow up
I’d rather stay here in my room
Nothin’ out there but sad and gloom
I don’t wanna live in a big old tomb
On Grant Street

When I see the 5 o’clock news
I don’t wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don’t wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don’t wanna put no money down
I don’t wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don’t wanna float a broom
Fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon
I don’t wanna grow up