I've been trying to write about Los Angeles from the pedestrian-and-bus perspective from my decade there, and it's not flowing. I just get some bits and snapshots ( Read more... )

It was the three of us for a few months. The amigos. We ate together, joked together, shared our good and bad. We were far apart in every way but friendship, so of course we met online ( Read more... )

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My love of weird underground "popular" music began in my teens. I subscribed to LMNOP and got the New Music Distribution Service catalog to find more of it. I listened to KPFK's "12 O'Clock Rock" with Andrea 'Enthal, Chris Morris, Beau Clifford and company. And at the time the local teen radio station, KROQ, was inventing the Rock of the 80s format ( Read more... )

When I lived in Los Angeles I was broke and so were all my friends. One of the many people I know named Mary rented a room from someone with a house on the Westside. The other occupants of the house were the owner, her boyfriend, and a dog ( Read more... )

Okay, so you all read " Perry and Me," my account of how a $2.50 blurb caused famed rock star Perry Farrel to stalk the fuck out of me for months. I just ran across evidence of another bit of similar hilarity ( Read more... )

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I was an airplane freak as a kid. I read about airplanes, watched TV shows about them, watched them take off and land from the neighboring airport, and haunted the local airplane museum. I didn't want to expect to become a pilot, but I loved airplanes. When we flew overseas I was ecstatic the whole time ( Read more... )

When I lived in Los Angeles and didn't have a car, I walked the city a lot. Frequently I did this at night because I was nocturnal and having depressive problems ( Read more... )

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