He screamed for hours into a cell phone as he paced around the trailer in the parking lot of every gas station from here to LA.
He wrote his best songs at his worst, after the phone calls with his soul mate. The woman never understood the artist but if she didn’t tear him apart he never would’ve written those songs.
FROM HERE TO LA BY SCOTT LAUDATI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 15
We drove from here to LA
in total silence because Ace Enders said we should.
Of course he talked for hours,
actually he screamed and he did it for hours,
into a cell phone as he paced around the trailer
in the parking lot of every gas station
from here to LA
He wrote his best songs at his worst,
after the phone calls with his soul mate.
The woman never understood the artist
but if she didn’t tear him apart
he never would’ve written those songs
and I wouldn’t have fallen asleep each night
listening to him finger the guitar strings
and singing about the love he would see
when we finally sold enough merch to fly her
from here to LA
His hair grew long
(he was the converse wearing allstar)
he grew out his beard
(mad whiskers on a mad dog)
and somewhere between Wi…