I recently visited the Los Angeles County Museum of Art on a “free Tuesday”. Everything was free except for the Frank Gehry exhibit. He’s an architect. Oh, and the food. That wasn’t free either. For the love of architecture, I was a little perturbed. It was $25 and I just can’t afford that right now. So, I figured the next best thing is to give myself a self-tour of his buildings on my own. After all, I live in L.A. He lives in L.A. So, no doubt, I would have carte blanche to see any of his buildings he built in L.A. There are a lot.
But this story isn’t about Frank Gehry. Or architecture.
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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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