our buddy over at unbeat, years ago on leaving los angeles - something he'd do again if it didn't mean having to go back - jimmied up a little paean of hate to Hell-lay. It went a little something like this:
so we were much amused to see people in L.A. wearing t-shirts
with a similar logo, years later. not one, but two. they looked really new.
they were outside amoeba records. unbeat 'n us'd probably get more credit for
this kind of crap if we actually bothered to plaster our stuff all over, but i
guess we're just too lazy. saraight. we got more.
the t-shirts' logo looked different, but we claim credit in the name of unbeat. if the jolly roger were an X, it looked like this. Without the splatter, either, but with the same 'i heart ny' typeface:
I X L ANow if that ain't the proof.
far be it from us to begrudge anyone a chance to sell a lousy t-shirt off a two-dollar idea but we feel props are in order. well, not in order, exactly, we just want to point out that if ever there were prophets of inchoate loathing, it's the guys at unbeat, and if there's anyone capable of recongizing a talent for being uselessly prescient, we're it (takes one), and if there's any place that one can proudly hate even while living there quite happily, it's probably LA. And if there's any place that would forgive us for this shameless self-backslapping, it's most definitely LA.
Speaking of which, if there's anyplace where we recommend driving like a jackass, switching lanes madly in a futile attempt to gain a few car lengths, occasionally interrupted by blatant rubbernecking, and all while talking on a cell phone, it's gotta be LA. That town knows how to make unrepentant and reckless selfishness feel goo-o-ooo-d.
Smell ya later, "Southland" (even your local news munincipal moniker is lame).
