The absolute most delightful silent film was being made in Echo Park at the weekend. It’s so pleasing to spend a day with good-idea people who enjoy working hard at something intriguing and exciting and enjoy lugging cameras, top hats, unwieldy helium balloons and broom-handle-dangling butterflies up steep hills in awful heat. Photographic evidence is [...]
In light of intriguing research discoveries involving neurotransmitters and why we check our email so often (most recently discussed in Tapey and at Cha Cha/Lounge Bar/Bar Lounge/Thataway (where some rude and creepy guy leaned in a rude and creepy way) and to be explored somewhat more “formally” in the usual forums soonish or thereabouts), we [...]
…Poland, land of my misnamed and illiterate ancestors? Apparently somewhere there’s an immigration document signed (with Xs) by “John” and “Mary” on their arrival in England. They were my great-great-grandparents and their surname stayed in my family until their grandson, my grandfather, got sick of people asking how to spell it and changed it to [...]
The last Little Radio summer camp of the year was fun. Black Pine, Spindrift and Dead Meadow played (Jason had a copy of The Master & Margarita in his bag ), The Baron DJed, Michelle Nicole manned the merch in face paint and I experimented further with bikini-clad photography.
The NY Times says bangs are back. Try telling that to a girl who went as Jane Birkin to a dress-up party and she’ll just say “huh? Back? Where’d they go?” PS — I look like Mama Moomin, it’s true.
Stretching back even further through desert reminiscences (as I have been uncontrollably of late), we find ourselves in the Rancho Mirage of August 2004, skinnier and browner than we’ve ever been since. Two hotel rooms, four kids, one migraine, Spindrift and Gram Rabbit, fake calls from roadside phone booths, two “Swedish” pancakes, one Dr Pepper [...]
These are old cuz I’ve been busy. More soon, or something, maybe.
Hannah was in town from London on the start of her epic journey (you can read her LA adventures—bar shaking and country songs at Little Joy, Spindrift at the Roxy followed by her not-very-good first burrito, choosing her favourite member of Blitzen Trapper at Spaceland, being bored at the Short Stop, eating pear tart at [...]
In 100+ High Desert heat we trekked across the Pioneertown sand and played around in a weirdly frantic photoshoot frenzy that was probably the highlight of my trip. Pappy & Harriet’s is my favourite base for trips with The Baby (the camera, that is) and my girls require no stylists. I think I yelled a [...]
One of these days we’ll have to start storming kingdoms, queenie. Are you with me? Eventually the insidious corruption of senior advisors to neighbouring monarchs is going to get tiresome. I’ve been patient, don’t you think? You, too. Your positive attitude stuff tastes like xanax smooshed with mushrooms and I’m less convinced than ever that [...]
Tecate, Southern Comfort, Jim Beam, Sally Fay.
OK, let’s backtrack to what I wrote last Sunday night [I keep telling the same days over and over in different words]: So, we’re back in Echo Park but 24 hours ago I was laying on my back in a car seat watching the stars out the window, [mush]ruminating on the 24 before that and [...]
You know this stuff already, right? Blitzen Trapper are from Portland, Oregon, and they’ve been my favourite band ever since I walked into their garage and sat myself down on their sofa to listen to them practice a long, long time ago (I was nineteen. They were still called Garmonbozia.) Now they’re all super extra [...]
I was at Pappy & Harriet’s in Joshua Tree watching Highway play when I saw my good friend Henry outside and suddenly felt entirely compelled to run across the room and through the door to yell “don’t move. I’m going to take your picture. Don’t move.” (Mara says he hates having his picture taken, like [...]
The night before we stayed up very late standing under a lit-up motel sign by the side of the road getting our hair and clothes blown all over the place by the wind that was whipping up the sand. He was hitting every subject that’d been on my mind over the past few days somehow, [...]
Clean Air, Clear Stars was fun. More later.
Single girls read romance novels, it’s true. This one’s awful. It’s set in London, so Sally Fay reads in an English accent.
So, I had a dream once, or something like a dream, in which Electra asked me “Rachel, what makes numbers change?” I had an entirely sensible answer for her that, of course, I don’t remember anymore, but the queen was horrified. “We’ve messed her up,” she cried, distraught. We encouraged her to be too creative. [...]
See “Sunday got dirty” for details on exactly how dusty I got taking some of these.
Wednesday, August 20th, 2003; 8:41 am – a true story the other day i met one of my neighbours. he told me that he was a rapper and that if i was wondering why he walked with a limp (i hadn’t noticed, to be honest, my contact with him is usually limited to him running [...]
Xu Xu Fang suddenly had 15 [this is probably an exaggeration] people on stage at Little Radio and smoke and coloured lights and oh! oh! oh! Suddenly I found myself upstairs above the stage laying flat on my stomach and trying to twist my neck into some unlikely angle to catch the sunlight streaming in [...]