101 Get-a-'bout alley...

I know I'm late to the game...

But I discovered this, (a reason to stock up on 2 kinds of Schnapps)...

Flaming Moe Recipe

Ingredients:

1.0 oz Blackberry Liqueur

1.0 oz Brandy

1.0 oz Peppermint Schnapps

1.0 oz Pineapple Juice

1.0 oz Sloe gin

Directions: It's just like a Flaming Homer but you blend alcohol pineapple juce and banana in blender until banana is well blended and smooth then pour into glass

...and add 1 oz. of cough syurp, light then put out flame.

Moe: "He may have come up with the recipe, but I came up with the idea of charging $6.95 for it."

“Hear no evil, speak no evil...

"...and you'll never be invited to a party” ~Oscar Wilde

For those of you who attended, The Black Pete pictures will be coming out soon!

and to LA & San Fran...

we have a bit of a time lapse requiem. View it Here.

The Town of the Maltese Falcon...

~~~I'll be shotting up the beloved 101 to streetcars and fog in just 5 small hours. I thought I'd leave you with a little Dashiell Hammett to get us in the mood. Ahhh... But which one? There are so many.

There are several tasty, violent set pieces in the story, "Nightmare Town." In this out-take; a tough drifter engages in homicidal fisticuffs in the back seat of a speeding convertible:

   
"The car moved. One of the girl's hands came up to grasp the wheel, holding the car straight along a street she could not see. A man fell on her. Steve pulled him off -- tore pieces from him -- tore hair and flesh. The car swerved, scraped a building; scraped one side clear of men. The hands that held Steve fell away from him, taking most of his clothing with them. He picked a man off the back of the seat, and pushed him down into the street that was flowing past them...

... Pistols exploded behind them. From a house a little ahead a bitter-voiced rifle emptied itself at them, sieving a mudguard. Then the desert -- white and smooth as a gigantic hospital bed -- was around them. Whatever pursuit there had been was left far behind."

1639 Vine St., Hollywood

If you were a poser in 1983, if you long for the days of when punk was art and primal screams were poetry, you need to hit this exhibit, and read this article:

"...Finch was a part of it, one of us, it’s there on display in her photos — the uncertainty, deep friendships, youthful sexuality and eyes-closed comfort of the heroin that would eventually destroy the scene and so many of us...."

"...into the night at Hollywood nightclubs and halls seeking an exotic sense of danger and decadence, all to a radically evolving soundtrack..."

“14 and Shooting,”
Jennifer Finch’s never-before-seen images of early punk Los Angeles
Aidan Ryley Taylor Gallery, 1639 Vine St., Hollywood

Rolled outta' the Mayan...

...And did the Lucha. I'll have more pics soon.

Saturday, Oct. 28th...

The first formal complaint submitted against Goth-clubs was when the Spanish Conquistadors landed in what is now Mexico, more than 500 years ago. They encountered natives practicing a ritual that seemed to mock death. A ritual the indigenous people had been practicing at least 3,000 years. A ritual the Spaniards tried unsuccessfully to eradicate.

Tracing its origin all the way back to the Aztecs, Dia De Los Muertos, a national holiday in Mexico, honors the spirits of the deceased. But for those that can't make it to Mexico for the fete, Hollywood Forever Memorial Park serves as a fine substitute. The only cemetery in the country to host Day of the Dead festivities, Hollywood Forever brings in quite a crowd. They got parades, they got music, and an altar building contest.

It's free to get inside, it's got alotta' cheap spooky crafty junk, and it's near the grave of Fritz Lang, ...How could I not go?

Good Descriptor, Good Joint

"There is a part of Los Angeles called Silverlake. If you've never been to Silverlake, imagine the East Village. Now make it bigger and add a lake. Now take away NYU, taxis, public transportation, buildings taller than two stories, being near anything interesting, and light. Keep the hipsters. Well done. Now you know what Silverlake is like."

~This is the opening para to a review of one of my favorite restaurants here: MALO

Who Wants Ringside??

I do Lucha nearly every time, ...anyone innerested?

That Saturday night...

Ah, the night was full. Though, of the two, I would have to lean towards an earlier engagement rather than the Wolfie gig.

Now, as you remember, I tend to watch the Burning Man events rather closely. Hopgenesis 2020 seemed like the thing for me.

And yes, the Burner thing was fun and you can scan additional images HERE.   

And yet, and yet, and yet, every time I visit the Figueroa Hotel for a little event, I want to move in. I am far too romanced by the sophisticated North African motif . See, We were doing double duty this night with a bon voyage party at the beginning.

Now that the sweat of the wedding day has dried offa’ Mr. Kaysey Sweeleb, he is bound to Memphis. The dame and the dog and the boy did a going away thing at the “fig”. I do enjoy the setting.

So why do I not gush back fondly to the Burner People gig? ‘Cuz when I go to those events I need to be pre-tuned to enjoy drowsy eyed spectacles, visualizations, and carefree nekkid chicks. You’ll find freeform expression at a fire-people thing, but not much intellectual depth and/or seasoned culture. Why was I not pre-tuned to this? When I don the vintage wear for these themes I,
number one: expect to see others also putting in the effort,
…and number two: get in the mood for playful period hobb-nobbin’.

Burners wanna’ dance to the “electro-beat” and count how many heads turn at their ‘outrageous mad-max gear’.
That's it.

Why don’t they just stop teasing me into thinkin’ they actually wanna’ explore a bygone genre? My fault, I guess I’m just a gay for dressin’ up and chasin’ around that rabbit's tail.