Hollywood Fire Hydrant for reelz, not for fakes

Imagine driving through Hollywood at 2:30 in the morning.
a few blocks ahead a giant gyser of water is shooting up into the air 40 feet high.
the source of this magnificent ?natural? disaster was a car which had crashed into the hydrant. The water had blown the hood off the car, which had blossomed into a beautiful fountain. It was magnificent. I wish I had a picture to show you, but I didn't have a camera. It will live in my memory forever.

My new favorite bar is a place called The Abbey on Robertson and Santa Monica in West Hollywood.

obviously my irrational fear of LA has fallen away, and I apparently had some sort of weird experience that makes no sense to even people who live there. At night, the air smelled like flowers, sweet and sickening, reminiscent of the magnolias from my early years in the south. I drove all over including the 405 freeway and it was enjoyable. nobody cut me off. People stopped to let me merge into traffic. It was pleasent. The weather was beautiful. The people were beautiful, well most of them. The food was delicious and fresh.

Have a found Utopia? Los Angeles is tricking me. It is hiding its underbelly. I must return and seak it out. I'm not fooled by this show of fragrant blossoms and friendly drivers.

and yet, I think I want to move there. oh god.

Fear of Los Angeles

I think I may have an irrational fear of Los Angeles.
I've never wanted to go there, and yet I never really had a reason to loathe or fear the city of angels.

My only real theory is that it is my grandmother's fault. My grandmother was an okie, the people from Oklahoma who fled the dustbowl and ended up in California trying to find a better life, but basically spat on and treated like scum.(see Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath)

Maybe it's a deep resentment of California's treatment of my grandmother, passed down in my genetic makeup. Regardless, I have never been to Los Angeles and I have never had a desire to go.

Regardless of how I feel, I will touch down in Los Angeles on Monday and will not see my beloved New York again until Thursday night. I am keeping an open mind, and who knows I just might fall in love with LA.

Tomorrow I'm back in the recording studio reworking an old recording. I have a feeling that you're all going to pee your pants with glee when you hear the ear candy that will be coming your way. Alright, I'll just come out with it. It's the Walking song.

I'm told people look at you strange if you walk in L.A. I'm going to be driving a mini-van, so I'll be super hot driving through West Hollywood.