I seem to have a knack for meeting AMAZING people.
(I cannot stop laughing...promise I'll explain this one day. Maybe. Probably not.)
xx ELB
Showing posts with label delirious. Show all posts
Showing posts with label delirious. Show all posts
Saturday
Friday
LA Numero 5
Today's soundtrack: Justin Timberlake - The 20/20 Experience
From a cool, underground cave beneath a warehouse in Santa Monica, to a mansion in the tree-lined streets of Hollywood, my studio experiences in LA are proving to be extremely diverse...and boy oh boy does it make for some seriously exciting songwriting! I feel like I'm settling into the pace of life over here - finally I'm able to wake up at a reasonable hour, not end up in a ghetto when I bravely disconnect the GPS and eat meals at standard times (actually, consuming cereal at 11pm makes that last one not entirely true). That first week of feeling like a tourist sucked.
Next week's goals:
1) Avoid eating cake from Magnolia Bakery (or any baked goods, for that matter).
2) Drink fewer iced-soy-lattes-with-cinnamon. (In the high risk category for addiction).
3) Watch less TV.
4) Walk more.
5) See a chiropractor.
6) Go to church.
7) Find where all the young, eligible Californian boys are hiding.
8) Say what I mean and mean what I say.
9) Be awesome.
Off to a night session! I think I need a coffee...or a B12 injection...or a nap. Anything will do.
P.S NOBODY PREPARED ME (or my suitcase) FOR HOT WEATHER! Hello people, it's meant to be cold in the northern hemisphere...isn't it?
xx ELB
Thursday
Adventures in LA: Episode Uno
I promise I will get better at:
a) Not telling myself to "calm down" every 15 seconds
b) Not yelling in the car
c) Not gargling water on camera
d) Not offering such abrupt endings to my terrible videos
xx ELB
Tuesday
LA Day Three.
After one croissant, two headaches, two baths, two writing sessions, three cups of black decaf coffee and four hours of watching the Kardashians, I am finally sitting back in my pajamas enjoying a home-cooked meal. It's 2345 and jetlag has been haunting me in the middle of the day and waking me in the still of the night, but I feel like after just three short days in Los Angeles, I'm starting to settle in to the groove of city life. Driving is getting a little easier, streets are looking slightly more familiar and I've got this really clichéd sense of renewed independence. I feel like such a grown up!
I finished my session at about 7pm tonight and decided to make a stop over at The Grove on the way home. Never in my entire life have I been so happy to be at a mall (and if you know me, you'll know that I DESPISE shopping. In fact, I dislike it to the point of suffering multiple psychosomatic symptoms every time I walk into a department store. I swear, I go home with a fever and aching joints at least 8 out of 10 times)...Anyway, back to why I like The Grove. The beautiful white buildings are all structured around this gigantic fountain and the cobbled, tree-lined streets are consistently filled with the sound of festive, jazzy music (i.e Michael Buble, Harry Connick Jr.), and IT'S NOT EVEN CHRISTMAS, YOU GUYS! I had to stop myself from skipping with glee between Topshop and Abercrombie & Fitch. So, um, yeah, basically, it was a good time. My only purchase was a really nice scarf from Anthropologie, and that was purely because it was freaking freezing outside.
P.S Note the previously referenced gold head in the above picture. Creepy, right?
P.P.S My favourite boots from Seed are getting a serious workout. I love the quilting and the hardware around the heel, it all feels very Chanel. I need to find an outlet and stock up on Converse whilst I'm here too...
P.P.P.S I made soft tacos for dinner in my tiny kitchen (which happens to be devoid of tea towels, dishwashing liquid, utensils and standard appliances) (Note to self: must invest in aforementioned ASAP). They were delicious. Very simple: sauté an onion, sliced mushrooms and chicken in a splash of olive oil. Add a little taco seasoning and cracked pepper. Make a salad of cucumber, shaved radish, coriander and lemon juice. Dress with a touch of salt. Serve with warm brown rice and sliced avocado on a corn tortilla.
P.P.P.P.S I'm off to write in Calabasas tomorrow with a man that's written for Michael Jackson and Luther Vandross. One word: boss.
I'm done with the post-scripts.
xx ELB
Sunday
LA Day One.
You know you're delirious when a bag of baked snacks gets you excited about life.
Well well well, here I am in the big smoke - Los Angeles: The city of
Beside me I have a half-devoured pack of Goldfish crackers, which were a cheeky treat in amongst the $150 worth of groceries I just unloaded into my tiny kitchen. Uh oh, here were go, don't get me started on the supermarket...I can't believe how cheap organic produce is here...and how they're allowed so many magical super strength painkillers on the shelf...and how many types of yoghurt they have. It's amazing! I could go on for days about the wonders I found in my local Ralph's, but I'll just let you in one bit at a time.
In amongst all the vegetables I bought, I also snuck in a cheeky box of corn pops too (my childhood dreams were shattered when they stopped shipping them to Australia...). Can't wait to get into those bad boys in the morning. (Mum, if you're reading this, don't freak out - I'm not going on some kind of sugar/wheat/salt binge).
2200: I'm going to eat a cucumber, drink my body's weight in Aqua Panna, take a bath and go to bed. Best to get straight on LA time, methinks. Tomorrow I brave the drive to Santa Monica for my first song writing session...Wish me luck!
P.S Wolfgang Puck has his own brand of pasta sauce here. Of course I bought it.
P.P.S I was tripping out big time as I drove myself from LAX to the apartment this afternoon, on the wrong side of the road, in the wrong side of a car...Not gonna lie, I had a few heart attack moments whilst turning corners.
xx ELB
Tuesday
An Ode.
To the tiny street corners and the holes-in-the-walls,
To the providers of meals that make my heart pause,
To the canteens of quirk and of produce so fresh,
To the chefs that contribute new pounds to my flesh,
You bring about magic when you open your doors,
You're like family - I love you - even with all of your flaws.
You give smiles, no judgement and keep secrets of mine,
For a tea, chat and tart, you always have time.
Penniless or not, in my life ye shall stay,
My singular addiction, the humble cafe.
Yes folks, instead of doing what I should be doing (writing smash hit songs), I instead decided to (rather ridiculously) write an ode (yes an ode) (though not in proper iambic meter) to my favourite haunts. It has just become crystal clear that my love of sitting in cafes and indulging myself is probably not normal...
In my defence though, they all genuinely play host to top notch food, passionate owners and good musical vibes (tres important). To me, each spot deserves nothing short of a glowing review (particularly around the time of the day that breakfast is required - Helloo scrambled eggs). All special for different reasons...I suppose you'll just have to try them to see for yourself!
Images: 1,3&6: youeni foodstore (Like an old friend...I might only see them once every few months, but when I do, boy oh boy it's good) 2: HAM - Harry & Mario (My daily) 4: Bread And Circus Wholefoods Canteen (My weekend fling) 5: Alley Break (My new friend. I know I like 'him' but we're still trying to suss each other out properly...)
x
E
Foggy Wednesday.
Catching planes has almost become a guilty pleasure for me. The quiet taxi ride to the airport, the purchase of several good magazines at the terminal newsagent, a severely overpriced vegetable juice and a four dollar bottle of water and finally, the sweet surrender of switching off my phone - guilt free - for a minimum of two hours whilst soaring forty thousand feet above the ground.
Today is no exception. Here I am, at the airport again waiting for my delayed flight to Melbourne...I've just been informed (not by the company, but by a chatty stranger) that it's been pushed back by another hour. Yay.
"No time to get a dress today and I've got no backup. Looks, like I'll have to go on stage naked" I say..."This sucks balls" says Gerard (my accompanist) (and quite frankly, he's right. It does.). I have to stifle my delirious laughter as he offers the followup statement of "I think it's about time to eat my second piece of corn." We are so not normal.
Anyway, I found the above dress whilst traipsing through Frankie magazine with my breakfast this morning (Courtesy of Bread and Circus Canteen in Alexandria) and I am in LOVE. Please make more dresses with pastries on them Caitlin Shearer. Perhaps I should commission her for my next red carpet event...what do you think?
With a smile,
x
Emma
P.S Oh, I almost forgot - Welcome! Hope you enjoy visiting my yummy little internet home. Prepare your eyes and ears for pages of jazzy tunes, classy frocks, deeelicious food and all round goodness. Time to step into Life With Birdsall...
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