It very rarely rains in Los Angeles. When it does, we act like it’s a snow day. People forget how to drive, the roads clog up, and it’s usually best to just stay in your pajamas and hide under blankets in your living room watching Judge Judy. As delightful as that sounds, when The Van calls we’ve got to answer… So it called us on this rainy day, a steady drizzle, never more than a pitter patter, but wet all the same, and we came out to Filth Mart and readied the lot for rainy-day music. By the end of the day I was certainly ready to find my flannel pants and my couch, but I distinctly remember standing in my bright yellow rain coat watching Spurs perform on the Toshiba TV mounted outside of The Van and saying to myself, “damn, if this ain’t the most perfect standing out in the rain music that there could be…” That’s not to say that it wouldn’t be lovely in the sunshine, but it warmed me up on a rainy day, made standing under that precipitation a very enjoyable moment. So who knows what the weather’s like where you’re listening to this, but I do know that if you hit play, it should be nice inside of you…