Yes. I had a date the other night. The date began with a tug-o-war – a “you pick the place/no, you pick the place” kind of game. I won. So he picked. I picked the last couple times.
I get a text from my date much later in the day, “The Red Door?” “Sure,” I text back, though I don’t know that I had ever heard of the place before. I’m too busy to research it. I don’t even find out where it is. He’s a smart cookie. I leave it up to him.
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My friend and I, we have one thing in common. We both like skulls, skeletons and anything with bones that rattle about. She’s a nurse. I have no excuse.
So a couple of years ago she asked if I wanted to go to the Museum of Death here in Los Angeles on Hollywood Boulevard – the sketchy part of the Boulevard, of course.
What was in store for us, though, would be much more than what we expected. Except for our giggles, “icks,” and “oh my Gods,” I barely remember any of it because we got out of there so fast.
But now I’m two years older so I thought I’d give the Museum another try. A solo visit this time. And that’s what I did.
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The very first single that I bought with my very own money as a kid was “Fame” by David Bowie. “Right” was Side B. I would dance all weird to it, not being able to really pick up any definitive beat or pinpoint any kind of melody to that song – much different than singing and moving to church music. This was my introduction to punk. I was intrigued.
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It was one of those Sunday mornings where I had to pick myself up by the bootstraps after one rainy Saturday – not common in Los Angeles. I was feeling a bit blue.
I search for something to get me out and about; something different but also close to my heart. I have so many interests that I’m swimming in ideas. Let’s start with “A”. Easy. Architecture
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At 4:00 pm on Saturday, October 10th @hanksynyc announced on Instagram the location of the mansion where Surplus Candy, a pop up street art show, would be open for a “walk through” from 6 – 10 pm that very same night. ONE NIGHT ONLY On Sunday, October 11th, everything would be gone. Buffed. Hanksy, the street artist whose pseudonym merges “Banksy” with Tom “Hanks” was in L.A. from New York … Continue reading SURPLUS CANDY LA – 50 SOME STREET ARTISTS, ONE L.A. MANSION