A club full of senior punk rockers (including those on stage), my Euro honey having heard not a prior note of my Hollywood teen soundtrack, the white-haired man to my right singing all the Exene parts–pitch-perfect, and me digging the layers of time and guitar, admittedly a tiny bit teary-eyed. X! X! X!
The next day [...]
Alfonso jogged, I harassed seagulls, the sea made mermaid tails in the sand, the sun sank, the moon rose over Crystal Cove.
Sacred spot: Grandpa Boone’s pigeon pens. A few pictures made as daylight faded, skirt and wings fluttering.
If you are here, you know what I mean.
Is there a Hollywood? Exene and John Doe, the Ma and Pa of my hometown (in my era anyway, and Lux and Ivy not withstanding), philosophically debated Hollywood’s relative beingness at the Autry Museum in Griffith Park Friday night.
Hghlights included: See How We Are, Because I Do, and I Must Not Think Bad Thoughts, which has since [...]
My day began in the company of three kids, two grown-ups, a dog, and a curious kitty who would have been quite interested in a certain exhibit at the Museum of Jurrasic Technology…
Also on display were the Micromosaics of Henry Dalton. This image is through a microscope, and made of bits of butterfly wings.
We also saw the Floral [...]