Man I just realized that Counting Crows’ “A Long December” is about the particular feel of winter in LA.

Bitch winter in LA doesn’t have a particular feel.

Bitch LA doesn’t have a particular winter.

Maybe in the canyons, the song does specify the canyons.

(Angeles Crest gets freezing in winter, in the shade. Mountains always do, every few years I forget that.)

In LA I had a crush on a girl from Berklee (e, not y), she wanted to be the next Sheryl Crow, though she didn’t think to put it that way.

She got the “flattered & coked up by producers” part, at least.