I made a bridge between us then I slowly burned it

Robert Reynolds Gallery
yesterday night, Downtown LA Art Walk

When the sun come up, I'll be there to say

New music excites me. New music from a favorite band, even more so.

We're getting a brief reprieve from the rain here in Los Angeles, and the sudden gift of sun and mostly clear skies brings hope that the astronomical first day of Spring is actually going to pay practical dividends. When I left New York this past Friday, it was a gorgeous day. LA has been gloomy and wet since I've been here, culminating in yesterday's cold, cold rains and blustery winds. Appropriate for this particular trip home perhaps, though still disappointing. But this sun, and this sky? This feels like Spring.

The feeling of New is in the air. One of my favorite bands, Company of Thieves, has released their new lead single off their sophomore album Running From a Gamble, due out May 17th of this year. I got to see them twice in one weekend while in Chicago (their hometown) last August, and their exuberant performance brought the house down both times:

"Death of Communication." Yes, thank you, more please:

Death Of Communication by CompanyofThieves

Why I ran away I'll never know

While I grow weary of having to defend LA from dismissive outsiders/jaded residents, there are moments in this city where I wonder how anyone looking hard enough couldn't find some measure of happiness here.

One of the things that's great about this city is that, whether it's the mountains or the beach, pretty much anything you want can be found just an hour away. And now, some memories from this last month back in the city whose shadow I grew up in:

We found snow on Mount Baldy. And then we were paid to have adventures here. There was a hill. It was climbed. Much was recorded for posterity. All was well.

We spent a day in the ocean. Or two. She bade us farewell with colors.

Dive certified? Yessir. I wish I had more photos from inside the city proper, but the bulk of this trip was spent behind Possible's doors, cooking up our particular brand of magic. There are exciting things on the horizon, to be sure.

Tomorrow, I get on a plane to take me back to the East Coast, and the life I left there. The amount I ache to return to my adoptive city surprises even me. It was good to be back in the home that was made for me, but I can't wait to be back in the home I have made for myself.

Still, LA's place in my heart remains unmoved. This is me, right here.

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