Man I gotta get out of this town,
Man I gotta get out of this pain.
Man I gotta get out of this town,
Out of this town, and out of LA. –Beth Hart

I love restless songs. They remind me of my twenties: years spent feeling torn and frustrated, where I knew I was unhappy but didn’t want to have to do what it took not to be. And even when I tried, I didn’t really think I was doing it right anyway. I was under construction.

I like the songs because ultimately they end with our girl getting her act together, telling people to fuck off, and returning to all she initially resisted, back to the place she wanted so much to leave. It’s the ultimate in not realizing what you have until it’s gone. It’s very ruby slippers with a lot of scared crow and ultimately a badge of courage pinned to your tiny heart.

I’m off to LA today. Not searching for a life but writing about the Straight Up, Dirty, and let’s face it, restless one, I once lived.