Yesterday, before the concert (which I attended with my mother), we went to get dinner at Masa on Sunset. You know, the place you always walk by on the way to the Echo. It looks cozy and I can't remember if I had eaten there before or not. Is that a warning sign to steer clear? Well, I clearly had not tried anything much if I had even gone there. The pizza was delicious! We split the 'Santa Ynez'--spicy and sweet---jalapenos and pineapple with prosciutto. mmmmmmmm. That picture of the table is not my cup of juice, but glass of Riesling served in such cup.
We then headed for a quick wake up beverage at Casbah cafe. The piping chai tea and lemon cake were excellent. Though the cake was a little burnt, which I liked. I thought for a moment that I saw the younger sister of Puro Instinct at the cafe doing her homework. Guess I'll never know if it really was her.
I had two new experiences yesterday--seeing Fleet Foxes live and seeing them at the Greek in Los Angeles. I hate to say that it was a religious experience. It wasn't. But I would agree that it was close to enlightening. The show altered something inside me. The instruments, melodies, voices perfectly fit the venue. Ok, the Greek in Berkeley probably would have been ever so slightly better. But just picture Fleet Foxes: and behind the tall trees the moon hung, ready for autumn. Griffith Park's ridged mountain silhouette framed the stage. Infinite stars and western patterns was as expected for their visual backdrop. Robin's vocals, like honey, were an addicting high. When the concert ended, I only wanted more.
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