I’m totally knackered right now, so I’ll be going to bed shortly. But before I do, I wanted to quickly mention a band I’ve recently fallen in love with: Jesse LaMonaca and the Dime Novels. They’re a local band here in San Diego, and they’ve got this rich, funky blues sound. My friend and I stumbled across them when we went out for drinks downtown. We ended up at La Puerta, randomly met some fellow couch surfers – one of whom is a friend/roommate of some of the band members – and walked out with their CD. I’ve hardly listened to anything else since then; I even went to another bar tonight to hear them play; it was just their lead singer tonight, but that was fine by me. I spoke to him on my way out, just to let him know that I bought their album and that I thought their music was great. He seemed very humbled by and appreciative of the compliment. I hope to hear them play at least once more before I head back home.
Why does it always seem that I have to move right when I really start to enjoy where I am? The world may never know.
