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How We Live Now: Tiny Dancer

A song from nearly 50 years ago meshes well with LA in the 21st Century.

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  • Casey Klahn February 26, 2019, 12:38 PM

    Thanks, Gerard.

    Is it because I’m housebound with a broken toe? Is it because I grew up listening to EJ in the Seventies? Was it the vacation I took in LA last year (working vacation, mind you)?

    Seems to be some dust in here, and getting in my eyes.

  • ghostsniper February 26, 2019, 1:29 PM
  • Bill Chunko February 26, 2019, 4:26 PM

    That song will always live within me. Ironically, it was probably only a couple of years ago that I finally knew what some of the lyrics are.

  • Tom Hyland February 26, 2019, 5:25 PM

    God bless the internet. That was marvelous. Do people still watch TV?

  • Rob Ziobro February 26, 2019, 6:25 PM

    Regarding the lyric comment, frequently I search for the real words to songs I grew up with.
    Lay me down in sheets of linnen.
    Never would have figured tjat one out.
    Now try Benny and the Jets

  • jwm February 26, 2019, 8:26 PM

    Got me all misty, too. Good lord, I know every landmark in that video, and I’ve visited most of them at one time or other. Los. Fucking. Angeles. Hate this goddam place. Except I love it. We love to hate it and we hate to love it. But dammit, I am an Angelino. It is my city, my culture, my America. And yeah, it’s gone down hill, and it ain’t the LA I fell in love with anymore. But I’m a curmudgeonly old bastard now, myself. Still my city.


  • Dan Patterson February 27, 2019, 4:18 AM

    That was a piece of work, brother.
    And as jwm noted above we are formed by our surroundings and adapt to the where and the what we are immersed in. By doing that we take on the flavor and texture of the meat, we feel the bones, and share the pain of our (OUR) place. As a kid I used to think doing that was peculiar to the Appalachian South since that was my place and my people made sure those origins were known to all within earshot; we were a tribe connected as much to the soil and air as to the family tree and all it’s roots. But it wasn’t just my circle that felt that way, we’re all like that and some of the connections are sweet, some are bitter, some are both.

  • Bill Chunko February 27, 2019, 5:49 AM

    Rob Ziobro, That’s the line I looked up, because I never could tell what he sang.

  • Bill Wardell March 1, 2019, 3:10 PM

    Again, you never disappoint. Thank you

  • ghostsniper March 6, 2019, 6:46 AM

    A million people, a million stories, all unique.