One weekend ago, I visited Los Angeles for another trip. This was for our group of Creative Artists to have a little party, and show each other our work. Without further ado, here’s why I love CAN.
A friend played her ukelele. She played a song about the plight of anyone who graduated college, with an economically useless degree during a recession. You can’t even get a job at Starbucks, but you can make friends laugh. Yes, we’re all laughing at ourselves. We can’t get jobs in one of the most expensive cities in the union, but somehow we manage to have art nights at a mid century mansion. Irony.
Impromptu Old Timey Dance
Another reason I love artist nights is impromptu old timey dance. Not sure who first put it on, but there was an ipad set to an old jazz station. At some point between Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald, it became dance time. We did a few turns, some spins, a sweat heart wrap where and there.
Did you know that you can learn new words, just by hanging out with writers? Here’s how one conversation went.
Me: Wait, you dated that guy?
Her: Yes. An eighteen month long relationship happened.
Me: I never knew.
Her (swigs a bit of liquor): Because I am not a Facebook Exhibitionist.
Fudging in its Finest and Fantasies
The other reasons why I love can is that I can perform the single most challenging song I’ve ever attempted, fudge chords, and still get a great amount of applause. Also, I can write a short script and have it read. These are the things that make CAN special.
Most importantly, friends at CAN remind me why I need to be back in Los Angeles. Anyone got a job opening?