Don't you own the Airwaves?

I've been working on a new Turbo Sunshine single called "Hey Citizen". It's actually one of the very first Turbo songs that was written. I was extremely happy with the Demo, but the process of taking it beyond the demo stage and still be happy with the sound quality was a bitch. It's taken me 3 years to get to a point where I'm nearly ready to put it out. so yeah, look out for that soon.

Today I have taken back up my push up hobby. I don't plan to get back up to 1000 a day. perhaps just a perfect form few hundred.

Running is getting back on track. I'm taking days off and focusing more on hills and interval work than sheer distance. Some nights though it's late and I'm feeling good and I just want to slip south through the massive dwellings of Hancock Park into Central LA, until the idyllic life meets with strife and the streets get rough and tumble. On those days I don't think about my hip or my stupid job or how frustrating it is trying to get things done and I just run.

I've wondered a lot lately if my father hadn't admired distance runners so openly when I was young if I would have pursued the activity until I learned to like it and then love it. Hearing my father talk about an activity with a certain amount of Awe really peaked my interest. I thought hmm, all one has to do is run and keep running, no ball, no special skill, just guts and heart. Legs help too.

thanks Pa.

Way Up in the Sky

This past Sunday was the 86th Annual Academy awards. Due to my job I have a special interest in them. So I watch them most years, and even enjoy them. Some years it's nice to forget about them though, and take advantage of the empty city streets to run an errand. This past Sunday Angela and I did both, watch and not watch. We began the afternoon by watching the first few awards at a friend's party, leaving early to go pay rent at the rehearsal space. Having finished that we decided to walk down to the grocery store to pick up some items for the week. On the walk back I noted the good year blimp hovering above the Dolby Theatre. Even better the blimp was broadcasting in large red letters the winner of each category as it was announced. It was a pleasure to walk in the crisp February night, disconnected from the biggest night in Hollywood but still firmly in the loop. I was even happy for MR. JK Livin.