Speaking of how times have or haven’t changed in thirty years, I found a news clip from 1977 wherein ABC 7 newscaster Donna Moriel says, “I think my age is showing - I’m still waiting for the Beatles to get back together.”
She’s referring to a horde of fans screaming for the arrival of the band Kiss outside a radio station for an interview with “The Real Don Steele”.
The greatest band in the history of time, The Pogues, are playing in LA again this year. I just bought tickets for the Wednesday, October 31st show and if you have any taste in music at all you’ll do the same right away. I saw them last year at the Wiltern (where they are playing again this year) and it was one of the greatest live shows I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen Shane tons of times.
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photo by 5000! used without any permission whatsoever
Turns out Ed Padgett wasn’t the only one to have items stolen from his locker, and he fears the problem may only get worse as the LA Times HQ outsources its security personnel.
The Militant Angeleno observes Hyperion Ave. from his bicycle. And bitches.
Finally, something Kevin Roderick won’t write about: now director of the UCLA Newsroom website, he writes he needs to recuse himself from covering anything Bruin related. Also keeping him busy are gigs as “author, freelance journalist, radio commentator and occasional pundit (and historic resources consultant.)”
Los Angeles to San Fran by bus for a buck? Zach at LAist has the fine print and more budget travel options.
DigLounge ranks the alternatives to drunk driving, so as to avoid being “sent to the Paris Hilton”, if you catch my drift.
Green LA Girl debunks the theory that a mostly black computer screen is ecologically sound.
Just got a phone call from Golf Remodeling in the 818 (not linking, for obvious reasons). My caller ID said “Golf Remodeling” and while not answering telemarketers is easiest, I do like to answer so I can ask to be taken off their call lists. (Unless the assclown hangs up on me first.)
So I answer and the nice man says “May I speak to Kurt please?” And I say, “He’s not here right now.” And before I can make my take-me-off-your-list request, the nice man says, “Do you know when he’ll be home or can I talk to his wife, if necessary?”
I had to hold back my laughter as I said “‘If necessary?’ Did you just say ‘If necessary??’”
He backpedaled so fast he could have won a stage in the Tour de France.
And he promised me he would take me off their list, he would do that especially for me.
Can someone tell me what year this is?
Unless this is your first time reading the site you know we writing about film crews around LA a lot, and how they effect (positively and negatively) life in Los Angeles. We generally refer to these folks as “film crews” because that’s about the extent we know, but this note which just showed up in our “submit a story” box suggests there may be some inter-film-crew rivalry going on. Check this:
“When you write about film crews, you need to diferentiate between Construction crews, and Production crews. Construction is there first and Usually set the tone for Production . Production then comes in ,and manages to piss an inordinat number of nieghbors off, then leaves. Construction comes in to clean up their mess and attempt to smooth ruffeled feathers. Location peoples only concern is the production cerw. They don’t give a crap about the fall out after production has left.”
Unfortunately there’s no way for us to differentiate between which crews are which because when we cover this stuff we aren’t working on the sets, we’re bystanders, so we don’t know from which crew the person(s) are taking orders or getting paid, we just know they are either making a crap ton of noise, swiping parking spots, or generally messing with our schedule. It would be awesome though if we weren’t in a situation where one group felt the need to blame pissed off neighbors on another group, because there were no pissed off neighbors to begin with.
Cover-ups by motion picture studios are frequently rumored, often debunked, and on occasion confirmed. Such is the case of Patricia Douglas, a dancer who was raped by an MGM suit and refused to remain silent. After filing a lawsuit, the studio commenced a damage control campaign that drove her into hiding for over sixty years.
Girl 27 is a documentary by screenwriter/film historian David Stenn that tells Douglas’ story, and according to the synopsis, attempts to find the ninety year old woman to see if she would go public again.
Showing now at the Laemmle Music Hall Theatre, tonite’s 7:40pm performance is also a “FilmRadar Field Trip”. If you’re not familiar with FilmRadar, its simply the most indispensible newsletter for Los Angeles area movie lovers. Once a month or so, founder Karie Bible picks a unique film to designate a Field Trip for other like minded film geeks to meet up at and have dinner with after.
What makes this Field Trip particularly enticing is that David Stenn, Girl 27’s director, will also attend the post film dinner to discuss the film.
Movie tickets are $10 and can be found here. If you’d like to be join in on the field trip RSVP Karie via email: karie@filmradar.com. Post discussion/dinner location is TBD.
Someone got themselves a brand-spanking-new van (oooooh) and wanted to make sure no one dinged it while they stopped to celebrate with a subway sandwich. Funny thing is, when you park like this, sir, I mean, douche, it makes me WANT to ding your car.
…photo of Frederic von Anhalt taken at the scene of alleged crime…
In the comments of last week’s post about Zsa Zsa Gabor’s husband claiming to have been mugged and left naked in his car, a couple commenters asked about the supposed handcuffs they’d heard Frederic von Anhalt had said he was locked up with, but the police never found.
While I’d read similar reports, this photo backs up von Anhalt’s own claims that I’d heard him make on the news: his hands were actually tied to the steering wheel with his own belt.
I snagged this pic from A Socialite’s Life, who’re asking readers for a clever caption.
But here’s what I’d like to figure out:
a. If von Anhalt is telling the truth - that a car full of “beautiful” women recognized him and asked him to pull over for a photo, then mugged him of everything except his car, belt, and hat, leaving him naked in the middle of Bel Air.
b. Or if von Anhalt was indeed mugged, but in the course of some consensual hanky panky with another individual.
c. Or if von Anhalt staged the whole thing, either by himself or with another individual, either for the attention or an insurance claim.
Any other theories?
Sometimes this city surprises me. Okay, actually, this city surprises me all the time. Like last week when I couldn’t go ANYWHERE because the 5 freeway was a parking lot. Or maybe it was today when I read that the City of Los Angeles is going to be launching a new program where they set up local bands to play while you’re on hold with them! Yeah, they’re gona pull 10-12 unsigned local acts every year, pay them $500 for a song and then play their jams as hold music for a year before doing the whole thing again.
Whose idea was this? Seriously. It’s one of the coolest programs I’ve ever heard from in a city where local music can languish under the radar of most people who live here. I’m not sure who is picking the songs, but let’s hope once they post bios and pics at CultureLA.org we’re going there to find out who is singing that awesome song while we were waiting on hold FOREVER.
via The Daily Swarm
