Got Burnt By the California Sun
I can remember being a kid thinking that I was actually meant to be on the television screen. I’d watch The WB in the evenings (Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Monday, Dawson’s Creek on Wednesday and Popular on Thursday) and think during each commercial break, “Dude. The hell? That is where you need to be! You should be killing vampires and falling in love with the neighbor and being a cool and/or uncool yet still kinda cool, witty high schooler!”
It wasn’t until I got to high school, a performing arts high school no less, that I realized I was not meant to be an actor on the stage. In the next handful of years that followed, I learned that my every day was a series of performances so I decided to try and perfect my craft IRL. That still never diminished my desire to dance in the sand under the California sun.
Recently, I found myself touching down at LAX and sliding into the backseat of a cab that would drop me off at the Sofitel Los Angeles in Beverly Hills. I was there for a work function but decided to extend my stay by a day to explore La La Land.
Over the course of my stay, I kept getting slapped with a sense that things weren’t as real as they seemed when I’m home (the moment my mom referred to New York City as my home, I knew I was a true resident) and that life seemed injected with a little extra gloss that I was obnoxiously aware of. With that being said, I call this series Saturation City.
PS: I had Fergie’s “L.A.LOVE” on repeat while I wrote this post. Don’t worry. I’m with you in holding out hope that the rest of this sophomore album won’t be completely trite. Surely this Los Angeles native can do better.