“Sometimes I feel like my only friend/
is the city i live in/
the city of angels.”
i’ve been obsessed with this band for what seems like forever. Under the bridge?! 1991? every time that shit came struggling over the airwaves onto my bullshit attic bedroom clock radio in godforsaken nebraska, I felt less alone in the universe. That, my friends, was priceless to my mental, physical, spiritual and emotional well-being.
i watched this astounding documentary on the Red Hot Chili Peppers on Hulu this weekend. Right on, Flea. of course you were a trumpet genius, just like me in 6th grade, before you learned slap bass and changed music forever. I love jazz. Amen, amen.
what inspired you in 1991, readers?