Listening to Blink 182 is pure. Guitar riffs, teenage cries - it feels like driving on the 110 freeway way too fast careless with friends. anticipating a night of good feelings, and the ideal becomes embodied in speed.
Thats my favorite part of Los Angeles. Its liberating, beautiful and filled with adrenaline. Its like everytime Ive touched a beautiful pair of breasts. Its the lights on the side of the road. The wind rapping down on your head in a convertible. road reflectors organizing thrill.
And its always accompanied by night music. filled with drum beets. something that has a climax. and even after the climax is done, youre good feelings are moving with the smell of Los Angeles. Its actually kind of a woody smell. Or something natural at least, and the air is cold, even though its warm. And at that moment when the song stops nobody looks at each other with that what next? look - no and thats why i love it. because as soon as we stop therell be at least a handful of those. LA///