when i first turned 21, i used to be in hollywood almost every night, bar hopping up and down cahuenga boulevard. around 23, i watched my hollywood days fade away in my rear view mirror, as my friends and i began gravitating towards more low-key situations or tucked away neighborhood haunts. and now, the only time you'll ever catch me in hwood is either at a music venue or at work. (the gofobo office is in the heart of obnoxious tourism - hollywood&highland)
the new jam from multi-continental outfit, RAC, (with an assist from the always adorable penguin prison) reminds me of all of those wild nights and the horrid late night drives all the way back to UCR.
-t
