Why yes I did manage to get towed. Embarrassing, I know. I looked at the sign and it said no parking 9 AM to 12 PM Mondays. Perfect, I thought, it’s already Monday night. Somehow I managed to miss the far bigger sign, TOW AWAY ZONE, Monday through Friday, 7 AM to 9 AM. I walked out to get my car at 8:40 AM. I’ve felt like an amateur all day. Oh yeah, the phone number listed on the sign to call in the event of towing? Disconnected.
So far, 2012 you are concerning me.
But, hey, here’s a silver lining. When I picked up my car at the tow lot, I saw a slew of cars destroyed by the LA Arsonist. Sucks for them but awesome for me that my car at least wasn’t burned alive AND I got to see the carnage. Glad they caught that f****r.
Why complicate life?
NPR Music’s 50 Favorite Albums Of 2011
Recommended by NPR Music Staff
Adele, 21 Alexandre Tharaud, Scarlatti: Sonatas Antlers, Burst Apart
Ashton Shepherd, Where Country Grows
Ballake Sissoko & Vincent Segal, Chamber Music
Beirut, The Rip Tide
Bon Iver, Bon Iver, Bon Iver
Book Of Mormon, Cast Recording
Bright Eyes, The People’s Key
Brooklyn Rider Brooklyn Rider Plays Philip Glass
Captain Black Big Band, Captain Black Big Band
Civil Wars, Barton Hallow
Colin Stetson, New History Warfare, Vol. 2: Judges
Davila 666, Tan Bajo
Demdike Stare, Tryptych
Donnacha Dennehy, Gra Agus Bas
Ebene Quartet, Fiction
Eric Church, Chief
Frank Ocean, Nostalgia, Ultra
Fucked Up, David Comes To Life
Girl In A Coma, Exits And All The Rest
Glenn Jones, The Wanting
Gretchen Parlato, The Lost And Found
James Blake, James Blake
Joseph Calleja, The Maltese Tenor (Decca)
Julianna Barwick, The Magic Place
June Tabor, Ashore
Kendrick Lamar, Section.80
King Creosote & Jon Hopkins, Diamond Mine
La Vida Boheme, Nuestra
London Philharmonic Orchestra, Symphony 2 (Mahler, Jurowski)
Los Rakas, Chancletas Y Camiseta Bordada
Miguel Zenon, Alma Adentro: The Puerto Rican Songbook
PJ Harvey, Let England Shake
Radiohead, King Of Limbs
Shabazz Palaces, Black Up
Sonny Rollins, Road Shows Vol 2
St. Vincent, Strange Mercy
STS, The Illustrious
Tim Hecker, Ravedeath, 1972
Tom Waits, Bad As Me
Tommy Guerrero, Lifeboats & Follies
tUnE-yArDs, w h o k i l l
Wilco, The Whole Love
Wye Oak, Civilian
I’ve wanted to do this for some time and I think is just the push I needed. So, thank you, LA Times.
BEACHWOOD CANYON, HOLLYWOOD SIGN
Distance: 4 miles
Duration: 1.5 hours
Transportation: Beachwood Canyon DASH bus. Ample free street parking.
This is a brisk city walk with a country feeling, starting high in Hollywood’s Beachwood Canyon and climbing almost to the base of the Hollywood sign. Along the way are fantastic views of the Hollywood Reservoir, some famous homes and a visit to some of the area’s secret public staircases
And THIS is at the top?! Done.
Words to live by.
We’ve been talking about this a longer than five seconds, but it finally happened.
The Big Lebowski Challenge is a simple game wherein you follow the Dude’s lead throughout a viewing of The Big Lebowski. When the Dude drinks a White Russian, so do you. When he smokes a J, light it up. Is he drinking an oat soda? There better be a beer in your hand. This Saturday, twelve of us got together and took on The Big Lebowski Challenge.
After a little research into the rules (easy as they are) we compiled a grocery list and went to Ralph’s, though a check for 69 cents was not written, sadly. For your challenge, here’s our list of required items:
*Not available at Ralph’s.
Someone had the brilliant idea to make White Russian shooters for logistical let alone health reasons. Trust me, this is the way to go. Mix equal parts vodka and kahlua filling a large pitcher 2/3 of the way to the top. Stir and toss that concoction into the fridge (or freezer if time is short). When it comes time to start dishing out the shooters add ice and creamer to fill the pitcher and stir - world’s biggest White Russian? Now take out those odd little dentist cups and line up a lot of them. Pour your milkshake-like beverage into the cups and when the Dude drinks his White Russian, abide. White Russian Count: 9-12
Pro Tip: Roll your joints ahead of the challenge too. You’ll quickly notice that despite how many times you’ve seen this movie the White Russians and joints will sneak up on you. Joint Count: 5
Beer worked well as a side beverage throughout the movie. What cotton mouth? Don’t forget to finish it when the Dude drinks one. These come up first, fast and often. Oat Soda Count: Unknown
For an added layer of authenticity, pickup some bowling alley inspired cuisine - pizza, hot pretzels, pigs in a blanket - because food WILL help.
Good luck, friends. Dude responsibly.
Five second ruled: These are meant for Sundays. Source: Cassie
March of 1999 ushered the beginnings of a personal musical enlightenment, my own Spring Awakening. There was a so called battle of the bands that showcased young musicians from neighboring schools in our performing arts center. I’d love to report that I know all this because I was there for the music, there to showoff my ax wielding skills or drumstick fury, but I’m quite sure I was there for a girl. What I remember most about that fine evening, was the winning act’s ridiculous cover of Rage Againsts The Machine’s “Killing in the name of..” In fact, it was so good I wanted to go watch the winner’s play again, when, as a result of their victory, they open for an up-and-coming act called, One Fell Swoop.
If memory serves, it was in the gym of Catonsville Community College. I recall feeling like an adult, going to a concert with a date, playing it cool like I’d been doing this my whole life, all fifteen years of it. So the band I came to see might have been good, but as soon as One Fell Swoop came on, the story quickly became about them. Who is this band? What is this folk-reggae-rock thing blasting off in my ears? Is this what MUSIC is? I was changed, a new man, with newly minted sense of musical bliss. They sounded to my ears then much like the looked like last night at LA’s Greek Theater:
I suppose up until that point I basically listened to whatever my older brother liked or whatever was on the radio and thus the mouths of classmates. But now everything was different. Sure, this band occasionally sounds like Sublime so isn’t exactly revolutionary in sound, but I had discovered these guys (me!). There were mine and that ownership inspired exploration.
I saw One Fell Swoop, or now for some time due to long past legal reasons more commonly known as, Dispatch, last night at the Greek. Honestly, when I noticed they were playing in LA I didn’t believe. It might have been 3 AM and I might have been a little drunk when I bought those tickets, but the novelty alone was worth it. Moreover, I hadn’t seen Dispatch since that first night of discovery, more than twelve years ago. Seeing them again explains so much.
It hadn’t occurred to me before last night, but Dispatch likely directly impacted my taste in music in some of my more formative years. Would I attribute my love of world music acts like Thievery Corporation, Manu Chao and the Gypsy Kings to Dispatch? Probably, yes.
The 90s folk rock thing isn’t really for me anymore, but Dispatch’s bongos, congos and worldly vocals were just outstanding last night. My favorite song, Elias, closed the evening but, yes LA, Flying Horses was epic.
Perhaps I’ll stick to buying tickets past last call from now on..