Ever since the day my plane first landed in the Midwest back in 1992, I began planning my escape. Many locations were considered but somehow, it would always come back to California. As a miserable, angsty teenager, California represented a safe haven, a place where a person could finally escape their angst and start fresh. Also, watching the first 30 minutes of Blow starring Johnny Depp only strengthened my resolve.
Eventually, inevitably, I'll make it out there.
Here are two tracks that do the state justice:
