Our wonderful house across from the Hollywood Bowl has been sold. Divorce is the cause.
As of press time I have 30 days to find an apartment -- Approx. September 1st.
Id like two bedrooms, and prefer Hollywood, north of Franklin.
Obviously, I am unprepared for this, and anxious.
7-9 Jimmy Webb held a free concert in the band shell at MacArthur Park, his second return this decade.
It was both a crowd-pleasing treat for his fans, and a plug for the relative safety of that park, whose reputation dipped a bit during that songs emergence.
He warbled for more than an hour, to a grateful crowd of admirers on folding chairs and blankets.
The worldwide Webb.
Billy Davis and Marilyn McCoo coo Up Up & Away.
7-10 The ol Hollywood Blues Destroyers played the Redwood with aplomb. Opening act the Ryman Rails was pretty durn good too.
Declined tix to see Brian Wilson do Pet Sounds at the Hollywood Bowl, but friends who tookem parked on my driveway. (Never again. See intro.)
7-11 The aluminum vent on the wall of the parking space beneath the medical building in Bev Hills was just above the sight line of the CRVs back window, so when I felt resistance backing up I figured it was the spare tire that doubles as a bumper and gave it a little more gas, causing that glass plane to explode inward. A week and a thousand dollars later it was good as new.
7-16 Friend Scott Myers held a barbecue for Austins Freddy Krc (kurk) at his hillside mansion. Barbecue and good times were had.
Freddy, AF, Allen Larman, Scott
Went to see Freddy Krc sing at Skinnys in North Hollywood. Headliners were Peter Lewis and Arwen Lewis. Ran into Saul Davis and Carla Olsen.
7-22 Played poker, won a few dozen dollars while thirty miles to the north, forests burned.
That California Sun of song, through the fire haze.
7-25 Christina of the Honey Lulus serenades singer Troy Walker on the occasion of his 80th birthday, at Viva Cantina.
Also on the bill were the indomitable Dick & Jane Orchestra
7-31 At noon, Skip Heller hosted a presentation about LA history downstairs at the venerable Grand Central Market, aided by a slide show and songs.
The last time I went to the Grand Central Market on a Sunday it was closed.
Things are changing: the joint was jammed.
When did diabetes change from die-a-beet-us to the hard e ending? Sounds like a game of marbles ... Who the hell wants faux? Its the root for phony, American-talk ...
The LATimes report that overlooked white-collar white people are a wild card could be inadvertently correct. While frequently a wild card is miscast as precious, it is in fact a modifier that has no value til it connects with something of value ...
There is one more piece left to complete the jigsaw. What, a blade? The jigsaw cuts the wood into pieces to form a puzzle. The result is a puzzle. Are penny loafers called pennies? blacks slacks called blacks? ...
Whos an activist? If the Klan holds a rally, theyre never called activists. Activists are disruptive people whose political views please the press ...
The air really is dry in L.A.
Number of baseball games been rained out since Dodger stadium opened in 1959?
The opening of the Vicious Circle episode of the Alfred Hitchcock show has Dick York, a killer, shot from below, swaggering mercilessly. I jumped: he looked exactly, in the shadowy scene, like Jim Carrey ...
The finale of an Andy Griffith episode has a bratty kid and Opie in the sherrifs office. The bad kids father realizes his son is a creep, and Andy, in a preternatural turnaround not unlike characters in Invasion of the Body Snatchers, lights up when he tells the father I know of a good woodshed right near here.
The fathers face fiendishly illuminates like Sweeney Todds as he grins through unseen gritted teeth and says A real old-fashioned woodshed?
The kids character was never seen again in the series, nor an invesigation launched concerning his disappearance ...
My sight and hard times
We saw a 1950 movie at the Egyptian. Images were crisp and the contrast bold because the print was a digital transfer/improvement.
Digitization has created other improvements too. Silent movies that had jerky movements when they were new are now smoothed out.
My big beef has always been focus. The projection at the Egyptian is always good, of course, because theyre archivists. But my chosen venues in the 70s were second-run double-feature theaters where the projectionists read comic books during the movie and the two projectors were placed so that neither could be entirely in focus, only part of it.
When it went out of whack from vibration of the projector, I would go up and ask the guy to correct it. But fuzziness was prominent only in distant detailed shots and when the guy would look through the cigarette-smoke coated window the scene would always change to a closeup.
Looks good to me hed shrug, returning to his comic book..
It wasnt always easy being me.
Of all the progress made in all areas of human endeavor, why has the Waiter-button not been installed in restaurants?
Doesnt need to be a buzzer, just a light.
Dining out would switch to the diners convenience.
The beautiful woman pictured here - a former Miss America! - is shown on the front page of the NY Times Business section, in a large studio portrait, by the papers gob-smacked editors.
Suitable for framing!
Who was hurting this pretty thing?
No one. At least so far.
It is simply a claim, but one embraced, clearly, by everyone. Would the pretty lady lie?
I first heard rumblings in their camp two weeks earlier, when she was criticized for slipping liberal commentary into her news reading.
So when I heard they were dumping her, I concluded she was, understandably, switching teams.
Well, goldarn, it turns out she was sexually mistreated. At least she says so, and heck -- has a woman every lied?
A couple of weeks later, the NY Times tracked her down to Speak Out about her billboarded and skywritten unsubstantiated contentions.
Im watching all episodes of Monty Python, from the 12 CD set. As of the 8th disc Ive seen only three of four bits that I, no expert, know.
The earliest remind me of strivers on Public Access in the 80s, doing normal things in absurd contexts, such as the interview subject with a beak strapped to his face claiming to be a bird.
Cameras intrude into view, people drop scripts in disgust, the troupe simply quits a segment that isnt working.
One episode opens on ocean waves, with John Cleese in pirate gear explaining that that weeks show has run short and this will be filler. You look at the waves lap in for two minutes.
Good joke, but better on paper.
This is not criticism; the assemblage is a record of their growth.
But its interesting to see early on their heavy-handedness in revealing the fourth wall.
When a Columbo marathon runs on a holiday, the shows run 90 minutes. Daily episodes run 2 hours, with an additional half hour of commercials. Of course, Ive seen them all 2 fifteen times, but still ...
2 The first run, the 70s, is all good. The 1990s-forward lost their way.
The silvery or white sun deflectors people prop up on their car dashboards are nearly useless.
Sun and its heat penetrates the glass and slips sideways into the vehicle at a slightly reduced rate.
Placing the item outside the glass is both difficult - windshield wipers, which should anchor them, are not uniformly placed - and subject to theft.
A car is a kettle, whatever you do.
Make no friends
When you see someone holding their phone/camera vertically, you should tap them on the back and point out that we see horizontally, that you should tilt the camera to get a proper view.
You do it.
My nose hasnt healed yet.
Heal the world
When attending an author appearance in a bookstore with low ceiling and narrow aisles, suggest they turn off the microphone since there are only 30 people there.
One blast of feedback ruins a book buyers appetite.
If porn raises your blood pressure and makes you swoon with ecstasy, I have some on my home movies. Recently assaying VHS tape I popped in one from September 10 1991, and nearly blew a gasket.
There was Baby Jessie, two months old, puzzled, looking around confoundedly, moving her hands to her mouth - and I nearly fainted. I HAVENT SEEN THIS KID IN 24 YEARS!
All the joy I felt then came rushing back. What a sight. Oh, the love that poured over me, the wonder of it. I felt my blood boiling - I was swooning.
Then I popped in another, late 1996. Shes five, at a spelling keyboard, making faces while she slowly munches the cookie in her mouth.
The machine says MOUSE, and she looks at me in mock bewilderment, rears back, rolls her head around to amuse me and says MOUSE - What letter would THAT start with, I wonder. Would it be ... P?
She was kidding me! Oh, you kid!
On the occasion of our birthdays, lunch at the 101 Cafe.
In the late 1950s Cathy gave the nuns $5 every year to send to people in poor countries.
She had her own pagan baby, to whom she wrote annually.