That's bass... like ball, not fish.

"So don't let the world bring you down, not everyone here is that... cold."
~Incubus, The Warmth.

The problem is that the things that happen to me in Los Angeles that I think are interesting are not the things that anyone else would think are interesting because they are all indie/emo rock stories.

So I'll do my best to keep you amused anyway.

I was sitting on the bus home from work yesterday when a really old man got on and sat down next to me. I had my headphones on, but as mentioned when I still lived in France (americangypsyinparis.blogspot.com), this never seems to stop old people. So he pretty much immediately pipes up with "You in school?"

In general, I like old people. But after my incident with the crazy old man on the bus last week, I have become more reticent to talk to them on buses, especially when Jared is not around to rescue me from them if things go awry. Nevertheless, I left the headphones on and said I was working. (Not a lie, I thought he was asking whether I was in school for the summer.)

"Doin' what?"

"I'm in music." I said, and apparently that statement, combined with the headphones and the concert tee made him think I was a musician.

"What kinda music?" he asked, "You ain't a rapper, is you? Nahh, that's not even music. And you don't look like a rapper. You like you into some jaaaaaaazz."

"Ahh, yeah, jazz." I said, not willing to explain at this point.

"Tony Bennett?"

"I love Tony," I said, trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about. Then he pipes up after a pause with this:

"You know that one, oh, I can't remember the name... eins... Einstein! You favor that Einstein singer, that's how I knowed you was into jaaaaaazz."

What?

Like as in Albert? If you have any idea what that means, let me know. I am curious. Because obviously I look like a jazz singer with my emo hair, minimal makeup, and messenger bag?



In other news... I've been "rewarded" at work and they've given me some shifts at reception, which I hate doing because it is boring menial office work, but doing reception pays, while being a record label groupie mailing CDs and writing press releases in the office with the guys does not, so I take the shifts I can get, even though my boss hates giving them to me because it means I don't get anything musical done.

Furthermore, I have seen several of the same people on the bus multiple times now, which means, logically, it's only a matter of time until I run into Jared again, right? Ha. It's been a long week full of sending resumes to everywhere I can think of and getting no responses...
Which is rough, but I am getting to be good friends with the guys at work, so that is cool.

More to come... when I have the energy to keep typing.
~B

P.S. I woke up late on Thursday, still had to iron the dress I was going to wear to work, so I didn't shower in the morning. I mean, come on, my hair is that kind of bedhead messy where it looks better the second day anyway, so it's really not a big deal. I walk into work and one of the guy interns comes over to my cubicle to borrow scissors. He leans over me to get them and says, I kid you not, "Ooh, what are you wearing? You smell wonderful!"
All I could think was "Thanks, it's called eau-de-I-didn't-shower."