Saturday, February 27, 2016

21 Pilots and the Good Ol' Days




Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out.

Every generation thinks back to those times in our lives, usually our teens, when the world was a better place, carefree, not so many rules, no cares in the world – and it was true of course; the music was stellar, the pot was better (it was not), the girls were hotter. Funny that 21 Pilots is still singing about it today.

Growing up in and around L.A. in the 70s was my good ol' days. Most of these pics are not mine; many belong to photographer, Hugh Holland, from his beautiful coffee table book, Locals Only, available on Amazon. I don't own these photos, but I own what they represent, who I was in the 70s. This was my crowd and these were my friends, and what's funny is that the book is called Locals Only, but most of those kids were Vals (kids from the San Fernando Valley) and not locals at all. Hugh Holland captured just one picture of me. Kind of weird that we, the Vals, weren't capturing on film who we were. Someone else was doing it for us. I never saw that pic of me until 2013, waiting for my wife in a Barnes and Nobel.