Ah, Los Angeles. 99% of the time this place kicks ass. The other 1% of the time I’m left wondering whether or not I miss the changing seasons, or my old friends,…

It’s time to wrap up this week of navel gazing and finish reminiscing on the time I moved from New Jersey to Los Angeles. It was seven years ago, after all, and…

All this week I’ve been reminiscing on my first days in Los Angeles. Seven years ago this week I arrived here. At the time I’d only expected to stay six months. There…

As I sift through what are admittedly hazy memories of my earliest days in Los Angeles (I didn’t have a job! Everyone I met drank a lot!) I’m searching through old blog…

Seven years ago yesterday I arrived in Los Angeles. A fresh-faced 24 year old with all of his belongings (minus most of his belongings) packed tight in the back of his red…

Today, May 5th (Cinco de Mayo) marks the seven year anniversary of my arrival in Los Angeles. On April 29th, 2007 I departed from New Jersey in my red Volvo, with little…

An Album A Day entry number thirty concludes week six of this project (the theme of which has been the Nurse With Wound List) with one final gasp of progressive rock from…