How We Arrived at Yi Ga Ju

How We Arrived at Yi Ga Ju


“Oh. Hello!”

“Ha. It’s three o’clock in the morning, jesus where are you? Are you on the road?”

“Onnn the road. But near my house. How was Frampton! That’s so awesome. Did he wah-wah-waah, wah wah?”

“You’re goddam right he did. He totally Came Alive. All over my ears and face. All over the wiltern. Everywhere.”

“I knew you were going to say that. How was the wiltern, old crowd?”

“It was weird. They had chairs set up. I’ve never seen that…but I guess that’s what they do for old dudes. I was just there two nights prior for Sonic Youth and I can guarantee those guys had no chairs. I’ve never seen chairs. Whatever. Originally it was billed as, like, Pearl Frampton. Peter Jam or something. Two dudes from Pearl Jam were supposed to be onstage with him. Then we get this message saying they’re not part of this tour, after all, and it’s just Frampton with Frampton. Very hack.”


“But think about it man. Thurston Moore has to be about the same age as Frampton. And he’s still coming alive all over the wiltern, without the chairs. But that’s neither here nor there.”

“I can’t believe you’re actually awake.”

“I just got in here, I just got back from karaoke. I’m hoarse as hell.”

“Did you ’roke frampton, after frampton, in Koreatown?”

“You’re goddam right we did. Hey. Listen I’m fading, I just got out of a cab and walked in the door here. Are you near your house?”


“Call me when you wake up, ok?”

“Ok. But…My sleeping schedule has been very erratic as of late.”

“Ok. Well, whenever you do end up waking up, give me a call. Welcome home!”

“Ok. G’bye.”



princeInterior, Prince

“I don’t want to go to Brass Monkey.”

“We’re not going to Brass Monkey. I’ve never even been to Brass Monkey. That’s where the white people go.”

“Good. Because I don’t want to go there.”

“We’re not.”

“Good. So where are we going?”

“There’s a couple of places on 6th I know about. Actually a few. And there are some joints down Vermont. Or hell! Lets just walk to Loud Karaoke Music Zone, you’ll like it.”

“What is it? (To stranger) Where should we go karaoke?”

“There’s lots of good places around here.”

“We don’t want to go to Brass Monkey.”

“No no no, not that place. But it is an ok bar. But you want a private room.”


“You want to go to a parlor.”


“There’s a good place right over here near Wilshire and Vermont.”

“Is it the joint with the dude with lightning bolts coming out of his mouth? Cause I’m all over it. That’s where we’re going.”

“? No no. A block over. New Hampshire.”

“Are you talking about the place across from the pirate restaurant? On Wilshire…”

(Choke/scoff/laugh) You don’t want to go there. That’s for the public. You want to go someplace nice. On New Hampshire, you go up to the fourth floor and you look for Palm Tree.”

“Fourth floor?”

“Fourth floor.”

“Ok thanks.”

New Hampshire

“Ok we’re at 6th and New Hampshire. I count two buildings with more than four floors in this general vicinity. This one is under construction and there are no damn lights in that one. You’re sure it wasn’t the other side of Wilshire?”

“Let’s go back and get that dude and make him sing with us. I bet he’s still sitting there, smoking & boring people about the guinness book of world records.”

“Aw hell. Let’s just go in here. (To security guard) Do they have karaoke in this restaurant?”


“It says ’singing’ right there on that sign above you. Is there singing upstairs?”

“Oh. Yes. There’s singing up those stairs. Go on up.”


“Do you have a room?”

“No. We don’t have a room.”

“You’re sure you don’t have a room? Like that one, right there?”

“Just you guys? Ok. We have a room. Give me five minutes.”

Both: I’ve had the time of my life
No I never felt this way before
Yes I swear it’s the truth
And I owe it all to you
’Cause I’ve had the time of my life
And I’ve searched through every open door
’Til I found the truth
And I owe it all to you