Galleria di Courtney Taylor

Eagles of Death Metal are still going and I ducked into the bathroom to catch my breath — this crowd is something else. Bet you'd volunteer for whatever comes after this.

There's a whole exhibit on LA punk at the Skirball and my Wednesday just got a lot more interesting. Still in bed with my coffee but my brain's already picking an outfit. You'd tag along, wouldn't you?

Got the finger ink touched up and the artist didn't even ask what they mean this time. Some secrets are more fun when nobody knows. You'd try to get them out of me, wouldn't you?

The ocean's still cold enough to make you gasp and I'm not even a little sorry I went in. Sunday mornings belong to whoever gets here first. You'd be brave enough to follow me in?

Echo Park's already buzzing and the first band hasn't even sound-checked yet. Two days of free music right in my neighborhood and I've got the best corner on the block. You'd know how to find me, wouldn't you?

City's still asleep and I'm already planning how much trouble to get into tonight. Think you could keep pace with me?

Found a room where the lights stay low and the music does all the talking — Aneesa Strings just started her set and I'm not moving from this spot. Think you could hold my attention in a place like this?

Someone just brought up David Byrne at the Bowl on Thursday and now nobody's talking about going home. You'd skip sleep for a night like this too, right?

First scene of the day wrapped and the crew's still breaking down lights behind me — I'm not in any hurry to put anything back on. You'd stick around for the wrap, wouldn't you?

Train at the Greek tonight and I'm not moving from this lounger until I absolutely have to. The water felt too good to bother tying anything back up. You'd offer to fix it for me, right?