• Edie Montreux

Tuesday’s Top Ten: California Songs

I had a dream last night. I was in the middle of a drama workshop at Stanford. We were learning how to walk like zombies, so we could audition for The Walking Dead (filmed near Atlanta). I blame you, Ro.


On top of that, I just bought my plane tickets for Yaoi Con. California dreaming makes sense on this winter’s day.

For that reason, tonight’s top ten is California Songs.

10. “California,” Hollywood Undead. I have yet to “get buzzed let’s get fucked up,” in California, but I do know how to have fun all night ’til the morning when I’m there. Cards Against Humanity anyone?


9. “Party in the USA,” Miley Cyrus. If you haven’t jumped off a plane at LAX with a dream and your cardigan, who are you to judge? This was before the twerking. Shut up.


8. “Kids,” Mika. I love this song so much. It’s nestled between “Overrated,” and “Love You When I’m Drunk,” on the album, Origin of Love. I love the whole album. I love this song for reminding me of, “just another California day.”


7. “Lights,” Journey. I’ve seen the lights go down in the city by the bay. And then the sun comes up, and every shadow lingering in the water could be a shark. I love San Francisco.


6. “California Dreaming,” The Mamas and the Papas. It’s a winter’s day, and I’m psyched for September. I have a few months to wait for my dream to come true.


5.”Californication,” Red Hot Chili Peppers. One of my favorite songs of all time, but only the second best RHCP song about California.


4. “Wish They All Could Be California Girls,” The Beach Boys. David Lee Roth’s version…meh.


3. “California Love,” 2Pac. Because. Reasons. I love the Mad Max homage video.


2. “Under the Bridge,” Red Hot Chili Peppers. While I would probably not want to hang out under a bridge downtown in LA, this song makes me feel like I already have, so I’m crossing it off my bucket list. Thanks, Anthony.


1. “Going to California,” Led Zeppelin.


My quintessential airplane song. Only five times in my life have I gotten on a plane and NOT flown to California. Even one trip to Vegas involved a flight across the country, from New York to LA. I love California. I love flying out of the mountains and looking down on a landscape that reminds me of The Land Before Time. If they’re not dying in the drought, I know those trees have “tree star” leaves.


My imagination comes alive on those flights. No wonder California fills my dreams.