Salvation Music


There is a two-hour Bruce Jenner special on ABC tonight. It’s called Farewell to Bruce and I hope to God he reveals that he wants to be called Kim. Speaking of Kim Kardashian West, did you hear that her face is officially porn in Israel? Imagine being so beautiful that they have to blur your face, not your dirty bits but YOUR FACE, because people can’t stop touching themselves when they see you. I want that.

Instead, I’m fighting a losing battle against what goes into my mouth versus how often I want to go to the gym. I just read that it is proven that people who watch cooking-shows are fatter than those who don’t. Um, I have The Food Network on all the time, so even when I’m not focused on it, I’m sure I’m subliminally gaining weight. Just typing the word food made me hungry, so I don’t have a chance.

Speaking of food, there was another lost dog in Bronson Canyon with an unfortunate name. Do not name your dog Hambone and expect it not to be eaten by something. Looking at his picture on his “Have you seen Hambone?” sign, he was adorable and appetizer size, so watch out, dinner-sized pets! Also I just read that “bone broth” is a new trendy food in Los Angeles. Do people not know that is just stock, and really only the beginning of a recipe? Puhlease.

So much music has happened since last we chatted. First, I saw Carrie: The Musical at the La Mirada Theater, which was very fun and surprisingly good. The telekinetic bloodfest has been turned into a rock musical about bullying. They’re testing it as a site-interactive show, and in this production we were actually seated on the stage set up like a high school gymnasium, and they also had people seated on bleachers, which were moved like sets. The cast performed everywhere around the room, and both the cast and the props flew dramatically through the air and overhead, which was very cool. Emily Lopez beautifully and nakedly (literally) played Carrie White. Her mother was hauntingly portrayed by the always terrific Misty Cotton. Yes, that is her real name and she can sang.

We also went to the first weekend of Coachella with our friends Steve and Corey. It was perfect weather and the Goldenvoice people know how to throw a great party in the desert. The art, the lights, the food, and of course the music, were all top notch. My standouts included Alabama Shakes, Kaskade, and Fitz and the Tantrums. This years star sightings were Clint Eastwood, Katy Perry (gorgeous), Eddie Cibrian (gorgeous), Shaun White, Tony Goldwyn from Scandal, and Kaitlin Doubleday from Empire who looks like a young Kelly Ripa.


We also took a side trip to the Salton Sea, which is a large beautiful mistake of a lake. It is a huge salty lake created by an accident, fed by runoff, and surrounded by destitution and methamphetamine. There’s also a giant art piece in the middle of nowhere called Salvation Mountain, which seemed to have been inspired by Jesus and Dr Seuss. Again, I’m guessing methamphetamine. It’s a colorful, whimsical, and inspirational mountain of love and insanity.

Last weekend the music continued as we were invited to a garden concert. Our talented friends Rayna and her husband Jason sang folk songs accompanied by beautiful guitar and banjo playing. Several of their friends sang and played under a tree twinkling with lights, and we drank wine by a crackling chiminea and soaked in the stars above. Summer in SoCal has begun.


Alabama Shaking

My friend Megan invited me to a free Alabama Shakes mini-concert on the rooftop of the historic Hollywood Tower yesterday. It was mine and Albert’s 16 year anniversary, so I decided to take a break from work and celebrate….with Megan. I normally don’t drink on a Tuesday afternoon, but they had an open bar and I needed something to wash my free burgers down with.

Megan is a crack-up and always has an eclectic mix of people at her place. Yesterday I met a girl named Jennifer who is getting certified in cheese. I love cheese but didn’t think that this was something I could further my education in. I was wrong, so clearly I learned a little something with my concert going and beer drinking.

The actual Alabama Shakes concert was sold-out before I could get a ticket, so I was thrilled with the three-song performance. The lead singer’s Joplin-esque voice screams from her soul. You can’t tell from listening if she’s a man or woman, white or black, and it doesn’t matter. It also wasn’t bad that there were only about 75 people invited, and we were spitting distance from the band.

We were also peeing distance from the Alabama Shakes because they played directly outside of Megan’s bathroom window. As I looked up from the toilet, I had to snap a picture of her good luck shrine, complete with a four-leaf clover and severed finger. The band is playing only feet away and she has a cast of characters in her apartment, so her sticky note reminder to “meditate” seems next to impossible to accomplish (below). If I’m the one intended to meditate, it will definitely cause a bathroom line.

Also, thanks to Gabi for throwing an excellent pool party on Saturday. It has been really hot here, so the pool and grazing on your delicious spread in your air-conditioning were a nice cool down.

On a completely different note, Albert and I went to a couple restaurants in the last week that were excellent. Neither of them is new to town, but they’re both really good and worth a visit. First, we went to Prado for Caribbean on Larchmont. I can never make up my mind and want to eat everything on a menu, but they have delicious combination plates, so you can do just that. We also visited Mohawk Bend in Echo Park last night. They have amazing vegetarian fair, like buffalo cauliflower that I want to eat more of, and great burgers and pizzas.

We were there celebrating our anniversary, so I will close with Happy Anniversary Albert Day. I am so thankful that I happened to walk into that club 16 years ago and found you, because you have changed my life. I could not love you more.