Wildwood

We're in LA mixing our record while the fire rages in the background. We ate tacos on our back porch and watched the fires which are just over the hill, behind Dodgers Stadium. I said to Eben, "Should we get outta here?" He shrugged. I said "Should I take pictures of this?" Those are the urges we vacillate between...documenting and fleeing. It's really really close. On the radio they said "The fire is 5 percent contained" as if that's good news. Guess it sounds better than "95% out of control."

Anyway, last night I took a break (from mixing and fire-watching) and watched a movie called "Wildwood N.J." about the beach town where I went every summer growing up. It's pretty amazing. It was shot in the 90s, but looks like the 80s. The movie is a social documentary along the lines of "Heavy Metal Parking Lot," but with a little more depth and emotion. Being from the Philly area, and having grown up with people exactly like those in the film, it really brought me back.