Pray For Los Angeles Quotes

But believe it or not, I really do like to read. I don't think anyone can ever pull the wool over your eyes if you stay prayed up and read. Frederick Douglass said that no man can be a slave if he has knowledge.

We began to form a friendship, and he introduced me to Rabbi Yossi in Los Angeles, who I pray with every Friday during the season by phone.

That title had been succeeded by X’s first two albums, Los Angeles and Wild Gift (the latter of which was named album of the year by the critics of the Los Angeles Times); the soundtrack for the wild, intimate 1980 L.A. punk documentary The Decline of Western Civilization (directed by Biggs’s then wife, Penelope Spheeris); The Blasters; and The Record, the debut of the ultra-provocative, tongue-in-cheek quartet Fear. Chris D.’s Ruby subsidiary had issued A Minute to Pray, A Second to Die and the Gun Club’s debut, The Fire of Love.

many of the 1977–1978 punk generation “flopped the hardcore testo rage rite,” and gravitated to a new breed of roots-based rock bands with a foot planted in the O.G. punk firmament. These included Top Jimmy and the Rhythm Pigs, a brawny, hard-drinking blues–rock unit fronted by “Top Jimmy” Koncek, a close friend of and sometime roadie for the punk band X; the Gun Club, a feral, unpredictable punk–blues unit led by vocalist–songwriter Jeffrey Lee Pierce, a blues devotee and frequent contributor to Slash magazine; and Phast Phreddie and Thee Precisions, a cranked-up R&B unit featuring singer Fred “Phast Phreddie” Patterson, former co-editor of Back Door Man, the first fanzine to explore L.A. punk. By late 1980, the NYC-by-way-of-Cleveland psychobilly quartet the Cramps had relocated to Los Angeles. The Flesh Eaters—one of the earliest L.A. punk bands, led by singer–songwriter Chris D. (born Chris Desjardins), another Slash contributor and head of the magazine’s in-house subsidiary label, Ruby Records—would begin to probe punk–blues terrain with the 1981 album A Minute to Pray, A Second to Die, a swampy collection on which the bandleader was backed by members of X and the Blasters.

I choke back a tingle in my throat. I pray that time speeds up. That I won’t sneeze. That this will soon be over and I can go home, to my home, Los Angeles. Where I am the daughter of no one. The niece of no one. Where I am only “Yaya Afiya,” Yoruba-speaking Nigerians say, mother of Afiya.