Lefty Limbo

KXLU 88.9 FM is, by far, my favorite radio station. And I can’t even begin to mention how many bands and different genres of music I’ve discovered on their radio shows. If I had the chance, I would want to DJ for KXLU. Simply because I love it.

I will say though that I discovered Kimya Dawson on KXLU long, long ago (a couple years). She became an instant favorite and I added her to my Excel wish list of CDs, which keeps growing and growing. I still haven’t purchased a CD of hers, but I will when I get to it. I discovered her on McAllister’s Hostile Makeover show, and she played Kimya Dawson again this morning, mentioning that Dawson had become overexposed due to the overwhelming popularity of the indie feature flick Juno.

I couldn’t agree more. I say to myself, “Man, I was down with Dawson before Juno even got pregnant.” Is that so wrong? I can’t help it. I treasure the treasures that I discover, then can’t stand it when others discover the same riches and they become commonplace. Like the whole retro tiki/lounge/martini thing. I was into that before it got hip in the mid-’90s, then all of a sudden it’s like, people sneer at me when I order a gin martini at the bar. Whatever.

Rather than go on for seemingly endless expanses of time without writing, I’ve decided to drop a dime a day, no matter what. It could be extremely enlightening material, profound prophecies, or, like usual, just plain nonsense. Of course, keep in mind that Lefty Limbo will, now and then, be peppered with the robust morsels of brain meeting ink meeting paper, namely the 99 Doodles project. Who knows what else I’ll come up with.

Anyways, today’s delightful discovery lies in the consumption of a #3 combo at Carl’s Jr. For those of you not in the cow-killing know, it is a Western Bacon Cheeseburger with calorie-laden (Go Medium!) fries and a healthier choice of a Diet Coke (wow). Hey, I try to hug trees and broccoli as much as possible, but sometimes, given the restraint of work and deadlines, a cow must die. Trust me, I still apologize unspoken to whatever animal I’m about to consume, whenever I eat meat. No thanks to Mr. Robbins and his Food Revolution, still the most eye-opening book I’ve ever read (I don’t read many).

See? That wasn’t so bad. Thank you for reading.

Ok, so I’ve been slacking on the doodles. As soon as I get settled I’ll start spitting ‘em out again.

Anyways, in the meantime, I saw Basic Instinct for the first time last night. Yes, I know, as soon as you bring your jaw back to its original position I will continue. Okay. Well, I can definitely see what all the clamor used to be about…there’s more than enough Sharon Stoneage to go around in this movie. But the one thing that struck me bigtime was how film noir-ish it was. I mean, totally film noir, even down to the foreboding score. Even the Beth Garner character (played by Jeanne Tripplehorn looked all ’40s. Weird.

So, it was fun while it lasted. Ending was kinda cheezy though, but once again, total noir-style.

I gave a heads up on my MySpace page that I was doing this blog, and got a whopping 1,442 hits in one day. But afterwards it dwindled to a mere 3-4 hits per diem. Nevertheless, that shows the amazing power of MySpace. Whatevuh…

Anyways, I’m still around, just really busy. I’ll be posting some more doodles later today or tomorrow.

Hasta Loogie.

By the way, the header image was taken one early morning in Pacoima on my way to work, shortly after someone happened to shave a fire hydrant off the sidewalk with their car. Yay.