Before I was a writer in LA, I was a writer and musician in Ohio. I was part of a three-piece girl band called The Faux Paus. We met in film school.
One of my favorite songs of ours was one I co-wrote with Amanda about leaving our families and homes behind to strike out and “give it a shot” in the great unknown. Click the following link to hear it and see the music video which I shot on film (fair warning- it’ll probably make you cry). It’s called Come Along Evangeline.
It features the anticipation and birth of my first niece, Evie. From when we wrote the song through shooting and editing the film, and now reflection on that piece, I’ve been processing the bittersweetness of life.
One of the lines in the song is, “There are tunnel trains to ride, window plants to grow, hands to shake from corners of the world I hope to know.” At times now in the busyness of life, I find myself realizing things I’d hoped and strived for, even in these average experiences.
Living in Los Angeles has offered me an expansive selection of new hands to shake from far corners of the world; enriching my life and broadening my perspective in little friendly degrees.
That line popped into my head this past weekend as I wandered around the Los Angeles Korean Festival with Nick and a couple friends from film school who moved out here too, Chelsea and Kenny.