there was X. Also, because I’m feeling a bit nostalgic. I’m not sure why.
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May 12, 2008 at 9:43 am
charlieford
That sign blows up real good.
May 12, 2008 at 9:04 pm
greg in ak
nifty. Los Angeles is my favoriteist X song of them all.
May 12, 2008 at 10:37 pm
Vance Maverick
This makes me nostalgic too. Not the music (I didn’t listen to X at the time), but the video. Circa 1980, I had a long bus ride home from high school in the Valley to the middle of LA, and a lot of what I saw looked like this. The guy who appears briefly at 0:50 (encrusted with plastic doodads, tipping his peaked cap at the camera) was a regular on Hollywood Boulevard, where I changed buses.