A few Mondays ago, I headed to KCRW HQ to see Jensen McCrae live from our Annenberg Performance Studio. But I didn’t do it in my usual teeth-gritting way where I feel like I’m a character in the world’s most boring-yet-stressful video game. I’ve frankly become sick of hearing myself talk endlessly about roadwork on Wilshire, the gridlock on Santa Monica Blvd. that prevents a path past the 405, potholes on La Brea, etc., etc. (insert SNL “The Californians” meme here). So I decided to try something new, and now I’m obsessed.
I live walking distance from Hollywood and Highland, so I downloaded the LA Metro “Tap” app, added $20 ($1.75 per ride), and boarded the B Line (heavy rail). My first transfer was at the 7th Street Metro Center. From there, I climbed a couple of flights of stairs and transferred to the E line (light rail, for those keeping score). Lo and behold, just 30 minutes later, I stepped off the train and onto the platform of the 26th Street/Bergamot Station. Three blocks later, I was standing in front of the K.
We’re talking 60 minutes door to door(!). Once inside, I said a quick hello to Jensen, grabbed the best balcony seat (on the far left, on the floor), and watched as she and her acoustic guitar became, in her words, “a weapon of mass emotion.”
Jensen is a poet, composer, storyteller, and wordsmith. She shares every emotion she has in real time. Jensen makes me feel seen and heard. She preaches that we all need to let go of grudges, resist comparing ourselves to the people who torment us with the simple fact of their existence, and especially to forgive ourselves for making mistakes. After all, “your 20s are when you make all of the mistakes.” SO. TRUE.
I’m a few decades of experience ahead of her, but it doesn’t matter. Her “impeccable turns of phrase and empathy machine of a singing voice” bring it all to the surface for me. Her sophomore album is I Don’t Know How But They Found Me!. It’s my prescription for you today.
I will now pivot from my love letter to Jensen McRae, back to my intense “like” letter to the LA Metro.
Because after Jensen’s invigorating set, I walked back to 26th Street/Bergamot, retracing my steps. I mused on the Bright Line West to Las Vegas (slated to open in 2028), and I even allowed myself to dream that someday California High Speed Rail might become a reality.
And my journey home was only 55 minutes door to door. That’s a helluva lot better than the 90 it would have taken in my beater Toyota.
In conclusion: Jensen + LA Metro = a perfect LA afternoon.
And the best part is that Jensen’s session is available for your viewing pleasure now. Find it now in the KCRW: Live From archives.
Be well, and I’ll meet you back here after the 4th of July. Next week you’ll be in the very capable hands of my colleague Marion Hodges. 😎