“The problem with Hollywood, is everyone is trying to get famous on the national scene, and there is no national scene. Hardly anyone is trying to get famous in Hollywood. So by default Artie Vegas is the biggest thing in town.” ~ Wesley in a phone conversation to Steve Sigl.
I didn’t know what a profound statement I had made to Steve over the phone. We talked as I got ready to experience the Automatic Music Explosion, set to play their summer residency gig at the world famous Kibitz room. It was Tuesday night, my night off, and I was ready to experience the band who is willing to play at your local high school.
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The night shift comes in waves and, like a good surfer, a waiter better know how to roll with the flow. The first rush comes in the form of a late supper around 8pm, where families and traveling tourist make a tradition out of their meals . The second wave comes with A-listers and people of note who come in at midnight, before the drunken hordes can bother them with slurred question of their celluloid past. The third wave hits at last call, 2 am the drunken hordes swamp through the doors and shovel food into their beaming red faces. Then the joint empties out, most of us clean up and go home. Which was how Sticks found the place.
Read Tig Bitties
Inside my notebook, the hardest thing to find is a blank page. Pages have chicken scratches, scribbles, or simple ink checks scratched into the page. Like life, my notebook is tarnished by the many ink checks to see if there is still life in this old pen.
Life is the many events which make us Feel alive. Events that tarnish our virgin white pages. Innocence lost in the accumulation of scribbles on the pages of our soul.
Read Beat Prose
Missions from the King of Pop Culture are rare and marked as milestones along the social highway. I received my message with his Royal highness’s trademark, short and to the point, voice. Army @ Love was my new mission. The Sultan of Social Swings had spoke his decree. “Army @ Love” was crafted with the audience of American NonFiction in mind, or so he thought. I have been given various missions from the the King of Pop Culture and his average is near perfection. But the pessimist, weights each mission and places a wall of disbelieve between his words and blind acceptance. I would have to retrieve the book from the comic book store. I would have to get dressed.
Read Comic Book Store
Wilted roses crushed into parking lot pebble stones and snow heaps marred the picture of my last Valentine and I held little hope for the “08 version. I have no valentine or a want for one and worry these are the clues to a larger ice cold soul problem. Could the bight lights and warm temperature of the Glitz and Glamor defrost a frozen heart’s hearth? The past year had yet to answer in any positive direction.
Read Beat Fiction
The Winters in L.A. are a strange event for a transplant. The wind carries the aroma of the cold months but the weather is tee shirt friendly. Citizens walk around in all manor of dress regardless of the date. 365 days a year, you can bet dollars to donuts there is a pair of fishnet stalkings somewhere in the city.
Free Beat Fiction
When nothing seems to come together. You step out of bed. The floor against your feet feels odd in a normal sort of way. Two left feet meet and you fall, walking ain’t worth it today. Check the vitals and lose a phone number. Procrastination gives way to little productivity. Hobbies feel oppressive, meditation with the new aged nanny is staggering. The house empty, the way I like it, but this days has changed the fortress of solitude into prison bars.
Read One of thoes Days
“Grandpa pissed his pants again, He don’t give damn.”~Warren Zevon
Warren Zevon proclaims the end of “07, a foul year in the scope of society. Another 365 days forward. A giant leap toward a single global nation for the corporation, by the corporation, and of the corporation. 1984 it ain’t but we are not far off the mark. Our ultimate loss of freedom, while at the same time, the top 20% propagandize the idea of freedom. Freedom of the open road, freedom of the multi-faced brand labels. You can get any kind of hamburger you desire but you can only get hamburger, Baby.
New Improved Super Saver Year
The time is 3:45 AM. The posted time is wrong as that is when I have finished and this is when I have begun. Now that we have that tid bit of American Nonfiction trivia out of the way, let us get down to the nitty and gritty.
Read Jingle Ball Rawk
How can one properly explain the strangeness of Los Angeles, the largest social experiment in the red, white, and blue? In the town where America grew up, every turn leads to another cameo location. Ghost of Jan’s broken nose, Arther Fonzerelle, and 30 moral minute memories haunt the landscape. New Aged Nanny deja vu hides around every corner. The strange reality of witnessing Cory Mathews, free from the Topanga ball and chain, drunk and belligerent on a Saturday night. Or when you find the owner of Buzz beer has a medical cannabis card and shops at a pharmacy down the street.
Read 7 Months in Star Lined Sidewalks
