Playground
In some ways Los Angeles is a giant playground. Especially coming from a place as small as Santa Cruz. I’m feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount of culture and activity taking place at the moment. Since I’ve been back I’ve seen an incredible free show consisting of a performance by the Universal Consciousness Orchestra with their tribute to the incredible Alice Coltrane, and followed by a set by Coltrane’s nephew Flying Lotus. I’ve been to Funky Sole, seen Daedalus perform for free at an art opening, found a great yoga studio, and on an on. Beyond all of that I’ve been truly on vacation, with only the greater questions to ask of life and not much of the day-to-day anxieties that are often typical my life. And yet, beyond all of this, beyond the fact that I’m basically quite happy and relaxed at the moment, I feel that Los Angeles is not for me. Owing to the prevalent aesthetic concern and modes of socialization, the traffic, the cost of living. I’m amazed at the ways that I am both attracted to and repelled by aspects of life that make up this great metropolis. I think now that I will spend two months here, peppered by Burning Man and some backpacking, and then start to travel. And then, who knows, maybe I will choose to return here but that decision remains to be made.
Below is a picture from the Universal Consciousness Orchestra show:
