This song for me = 2001. Winter 2001. Madden NFL 2001. Track team. Running Silver Lake. A light-skinnded girl named Rosette whom I never met. Never-ending, optimistic resiliency.
Eternal Summer of 2011
This is dedicated to you.
You, La Brea Tar pits. You, Yao Ming. You, traffic Stops. You, morning jogs. You, parking lots...even at churches. You, reunions. You, Culver City and Marina Del Rey. You, Boogeyboarding. You, food anthropology. You, Mythologies. You, me.
If you think this is an all-inclusive "you" as I usually do, you're wrong. In this case, there's only one you.
Martin Solveig - Night Out
You, La Brea Tar pits. You, Yao Ming. You, traffic Stops. You, morning jogs. You, parking lots...even at churches. You, reunions. You, Culver City and Marina Del Rey. You, Boogeyboarding. You, food anthropology. You, Mythologies. You, me.
If you think this is an all-inclusive "you" as I usually do, you're wrong. In this case, there's only one you.
Martin Solveig - Night Out
My Sister's Modelling Days Music
Once upon a time, my lil sister was a model for this "exotic" Filipino clothing line called the Lakambini clothing collection. She got into the LA Times once.
1994-1996 were the years. I attended some 10-15 of her modelling gigs and probably over 50 of her practices; they were defining events for our family, as in my mom and dad would clear out their schedules for this.
While there was a decidedly "feminine" tone to these gigs and practices, and there were tons of hot older mostly Filipina girls, I was a wee-10-year old trying to sort out, perform, and project my own masculinity. LOL, I was hoping someone would take notice of me.
I was taking karate classes and projected out the lessons learned into their practices.
One time when I was doing squats, the modelling coach, Bobby, smiling, asked me if I was doing gymnastics.
"No, it's karate," I laughed off his ignorance and femininity.
If that story was current and featured an adult iteration of me, it would be the thoughts and actions of a super-douche, and I'd give people the license to slap me.
Anyhow, the songs below, decidedly, remind me of good times.
Celine Dion - Power of Love
1994-1996 were the years. I attended some 10-15 of her modelling gigs and probably over 50 of her practices; they were defining events for our family, as in my mom and dad would clear out their schedules for this.
While there was a decidedly "feminine" tone to these gigs and practices, and there were tons of hot older mostly Filipina girls, I was a wee-10-year old trying to sort out, perform, and project my own masculinity. LOL, I was hoping someone would take notice of me.
I was taking karate classes and projected out the lessons learned into their practices.
One time when I was doing squats, the modelling coach, Bobby, smiling, asked me if I was doing gymnastics.
"No, it's karate," I laughed off his ignorance and femininity.
If that story was current and featured an adult iteration of me, it would be the thoughts and actions of a super-douche, and I'd give people the license to slap me.
Anyhow, the songs below, decidedly, remind me of good times.
Celine Dion - Power of Love
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