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Coachella Day 2

Coachella

The temps get higher, the music gets louder. Today there’s more for me to check out, but most of what I really want to see is in the heat of the day. So I stock up on water and just deal with it.

There are some more pics on the Flickr set.

And I put up three more videos.

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Coachella!

Coachella

No, I’m not blogging yet. But I guess I am, though only to show you a few of the sights and sounds of Coachella 2007.

Here’s a link to the Flickr set.

Here’s a link to my movie page, with some nifty little clips of Faithless, Benny Benassi and the “Do Lab.”

More to come.

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Shh! I’m thinking!

Liam. Self Portrait.

Okay, so it’s taking me a little longer than I expected to get sixsquare.com Mark II rolling. I’m still planning the blog, deciding quite how I’m going to proceed. But in the meantime, I’ve got the three jobs. I’ve got the scripts underway. And now I’m trying to juggle simultaneous readings of Stephen King, J.K Rowling and John Barth as well as simultaneous viewings of Dr. Who, The Wire, Trailer Park Boys and The Sandbaggers.

But I will be back. I miss the blogging. I have stories to share. And many melodies.

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Hiatus

type-rider: photo by Laineys Repertoire

Did you notice? I haven’t posted anything in a couple weeks. That’s because this blog is going on a temporary hiatus. Very temporary. I’ll certainly be back. And when I return, I’ll be blogging with more focus. As much as I enjoy blogging about whatever strikes my fancy, I decided that this thing is in serious need of some fine tuning. I’m going to narrow things down.

There are two things I love more than anything. The first, of course, is writing. Screenwriting, in particular. I’m happiest when I’m tapping away at these fruitless ventures, these complex stories that I never think anyone is gonna love. In fact, I think I’m too happy writing. What I mean is that it’s comfortable to stay in my apartment, write and write and write and never venture out into the wilderness for fear that no one will like what I do. I’ve got some great stuff to shop around. And it’s time I did it.

My other favorite thing, is, of course, music. Lots of music. And I like to tell people about it. See? I listen to music when I wake up. I listen to music when I walk, when I run, when I work. I listen to music when I write. To me, these two subjects go hand in hand.

So, here’s the deal. Starting soon, Hollywoodland (aka sixsquare.com–I’ve never dealt with that discrepancy to my satisfaction) will cover two things: screenwriting, in particular, this author’s attempts to get something produced, or die trying. And music. Nothing in particular on that score. Just plain music. Since screenwriters have to keep immersed in so many peripheral topics as they claw and scratch their way into the business, I’ll also keep us up to date on interesting movie and TV news, staying well clear of Ms. Lohan and Ms. Spears, as well as posting commentary–we hope commentary with merit–on current and not so current movies. And since we live in this town, there will be the occasional photograph of the local environment and its denizens. Just like always.

Give me some time to change things around here. I’d like to upgrade to WordPress 2.1, tinker with the blogroll, develop a strategy and then ponder what it means to create the world’s first screenwriting & music blog.

See you soon. And let me know if you have any thoughts on where you might like this blog to go.

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Michael Keefe: The Year In Music

A year ago, music advisor, string-plucker and minstrel extraordinaire, Michael Keefe, advised on his ten favorite albums of 2005. Another year has come and gone and this time he’s got twenty albums in his top ten. Check out the full explanation here.

I have my own list, and even though it’s getting rather late, I may just post them for you all. In the meantime, enjoy Michael’s impeccable taste.

2006 - The Year In Music

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Coachella Rumor?

coachella

Stereogum reports that yesterday, Golden Voice, the promoters behind the Coachella Music Festival, made a certain number of three day passes available for $200. The discount code, apparently, was ‘Roxanne.’ I know there are no lineup confirmations (though people seem to think David Bowie is dropping in) but with the recent news of the 30-year reunion of a certain trio, maybe we have a clue as to who’s gonna be playing the main stage…?

…as it turns out, no. They’ll be playing Bonnaroo, instead. Nothing on the official website yet, but here’s what three days of music in the desert promises.

Tiesto
Arcade Fire
Interpol
Manu Chao
Willie Nelson
Air
Happy Mondays
Decemberists
Faithless
Gotan Project
The Good, The Bad and The Queen
Paul Van Dyk
Arctic Monkeys
The Roots
Jarvis Cocker
Sonic Youth
Crowded House
Placebo
Satellite Party
Stephen Marley feat Jr. Gong
Kings of Leon
DJ Shadow
Kaiser Chiefs
Koono No. 1
LCD Soundsystem
Nickel Creek
Travis
Damien Rice
Black Keys
Blonde Redhead
Infected Mushroom
New Pornographers
Peeping Tom
Placebo
Rufus Wainwright
The Rapture
Explosions in the Sky
Richie Hawtin
!!!
Benny Benassy
Felix Da Housecat
Hot Chip
Jacks Mannequin
Julieta Venegas
Lily Allen
Lupe Fiasco
Ozomatli
Peaches
Ghostface Killah
Jose Gonzales
Amos Lee
Brazilian Girls
Fountains of Wayne
Regina Spektor
VNV Nation
Coco Rosie
Cornelius
Gillian Welch
Junior Boys
Pharaohe Monche
Roky Erickson and the Explosives
Soulwax
Sparklehorse
The Kooks
Tilly and the Wall
Andrew Bird
Peter Bjorn & John
The Frames
Gogol Bordello
Comedians of Comedy
Justice
MSTRKRFT
We Are Scientists
Yeva
Grizzly Bear
Amy Winehouse
Avett Brothers
Circa Survive
The Coup
The Cribs
CSS
Digitalism
Erol Alkan
Evil Nine
Girl Talk
Klaxons
Noisettes
Spank Rock
Tapes ‘n Tapes
The Fields
Tokyo Police Club
Rodrigo Y Gabriella
DJ Heather
The Feeling
Fratellis
Mike Relm
Silversun Pickups
Busdriver
Brother Ali
Nightwatchman (Tom Morello)
Bojones
Mika
Pop Levi
Anathallo
Fair to Midland

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The Tenth Dimension

I’m standing on the corner of Fuller and Santa Monica. I’m about to cross the street to Trader Joe’s to pick up something to eat for today. Then it occurs to me as I cross the street that I left my wallet back on my kitchen counter. So I stop and retreat to the curb. I’m going to have to walk back to my apartment to get it. That is, I’m going to have to traverse the tedious distance between myself and that counter–a journey through three dimensions. And it’s going to take time.

Or at least I think it’ll take time. I’m a little uncertain because I happen to know that as I’m standing on that corner, I’m already back at my house, getting the wallet. And I’m also at work already, having gone to trader Joe’s and made the trek down Sunset to Argentum. That is, my Four Dimensional Self is in all of these places at once. So all I have to do is fold myself through the Fourth Dimension to retrieve that wallet. Does that make sense? either that, or I need to fold myself through the Fifth Dimension to a timeline in which I didn’t forget the wallet in the first place. But I have to be careful. If I accidentally step through the 7th Dimension, I could end up in a universe in which I’ve evolved into a Wasabi Shrimp Avocado Roll and might very well be someone else’s lunch.

Ugh, this is all so confusing. Maybe I’d better review the movie:

Rob Bryanton, a Canadian composer (!) who has obviously spent a great deal of time tinkking about the nature of reality, has written a book called Imagining The 10th Dimension (here’s the site) The video is a sort of summary of the first chapter, and attempts to clarify, for those curious, what dimensional layers exist above our own. It’s an amazing video, incredibly informative, with excellent animations to help illustrate what is almost impossible for our 3-D brains to conceive. I can’t wait to read the book.

Oh, and I end up walking back for my wallet, but I’m out of time now so I have to skip TJ’s. I really need to get the hang of dimensional travel.

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Black Dahlia at Sixty

Black Dahlia

Sixty years ago this morning the body of Elizabeth Short was found. Carve a moment of silence out of your day to remember her.

Okay. Seems there were/are a host of activities around the Los Angeles to commemorate the event this past weekend. The most ambitious of them is The Lost Weekend package, a multi-stage Black Dahlia event sutured together by Bella Beretta Unlimted, Ramzi Abed (the director of yet another Black Dahlia film) and 1947 Project, a small group of people who have pivoted on the Black Dahlia murder of that year and fanned out their concerns to encompass everything else going on in 1947. Larry Harnisch is one of them, a journalist whose own obsession with Ms. Short has long been documented on his website, which over the years has grown like moss, expanding to cover every new nook and cranny to develop in the case.

Part of the evening’s festivities involved attending the new show at the Regent Galleries downtown for their show, “Her Name Was Elizabeth: 60 Years of Obsession with L.A.’s Black Dahlia.”

Using 2 gallery spaces, one designated “Elizabeth” the other “The Black Dahlia” each artist explores the contrast of truth vs. myth, reality vs. report, the actual vs. sensational-and the transformation that violent crime exacts on public image.

Underneath all the salacious stories, black lace and mysterious persona she was just a 22 year old girl trying to make it in Hollywood. Underneath all the headlines, slashes and gashes-Elizabeth Short was someone’s daughter.

Sounds interesting. May be worth checking out. And the festivities are still underway, folks. Tonight at 10, 3 Clubs hosts “Requiem For A Dahlia” featuring live music from Abed’s “Black Dahlia Movie.”

Then tomorrow there’s a reception scheduled at the Biltmore Hotel, which happens to be the last place Beth was seen alive. That happens at 6 PM at the hotel’s Gallery Bar. (Maybe someone’ll stage a re-enactment of the bit where Red Manley drops her off and drives away. That would be so cool!) Following the reception is the gala “black carpet” premiere screening of Abed’s movie. And then finally, an exhaustive city tour of the Dahlia landscape begins at midnight.

I’d love to be part of that tour, even if it means shivering on a central Los Angeles street corner going, “It’s just someone’s yard.” I bet there are some nifty landmarks still clinging to the underside of modern day LA. The tour promises a stop by the “home of a little-known and very likely suspect.” Since Larry Harnisch is involved, you can bet it won’t be the Mayan temple on Franklin. Steve Hodel’s book, The Black Dahlia Avenger, casts that peculiar landmark in a central role, but the respect Harnisch has for Hodel might be charitably described as something less than stellar.

Winner of the “I Wish I Had Known This Was Happening Sooner” award?

Have You Seen This Girl?
A woman dressed as the Black Dahlia will glide eerily along Hollywood Boulevard between Argyle and Cherokee, the old stomping grounds of Elizabeth Short. Perhaps she will be found in the Frolic Room or Pig and Whistle, or just cruising the boulevard. This spectral figure carries a basket of flowers, and will give one to anyone who calls her by her true name, Elizabeth.

Good times. And if you happened to have been part of any of these events, drop me a comment. I’d love to hear about it.

Long live Beth Short.

Oh, and read the damned script, would you?

    Waiting for Beckham

    David Beckham

    Say hello to David, Hollywood. For the past couple days, there hasn’t been a radio program on KCRW and KPCC that hasn’t managed to work in a segment about the impending arrival of wonder kids, David and Victoria Beckham, except maybe Good Food, but then I haven’t heard the latest edition yet.

    What does this mean for our quiet little ‘burb? No idea. The Galaxy get a much-needed shot in the arm, that’s for sure. But let’s hope it’s worth it for them. For his trouble, Beckham will pull down about a million dollars per week for the next five years. That’s just incredible. A million dollars. Per week. I mean, that’s even more than I get at Amoeba.

    But I suspect life for Beckham in Los Angeles will be less of this.

    …and more of this.

    All cynicism aside, I love that he’s coming. Americans are hopelessly backward when it comes to soccer. Our contention that soccer (football!) is a boring sport happens to be out of step with…well, the rest of the entire planet. But then Americans are notoriously xenophobic and something loved by billions of foreigners just can’t be worth our while. Our own football is a boring reenactment of our arrival in the New World, a tedious exercise wherein two armies battle over a chewed-up swatch of earth. Even though I have no real expectation that Beckham will single-handedly bring light to countless middle-americans, it’s enough to bring out the curious. And that could be interesting.

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    Evolution of a Slob

    Weirder, but in its own way, still as effective. It’s a clever spoof of yesterday’s post.

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    Evolution Of Beauty

    Nicely done. Few realize just what can be done with Photoshop.

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    Big Room Drama

    John Digweed

    At last, I’ve solved a long time music mystery. I’ve ID’d a mystery track that’s eluded me for a long time.

    Four years ago I pick up a copy of one of Pete Tong’s Essential Mix radio programs. The guest for that night is Mr. John Digweed, who proceeds to lay down one of my all-time favorite DJ sets. I remember sitting at a table at the library in Palos Verdes Estates (a temporary hangout after I first landed in Los Angeles and spent a few months living Mandy in Lomita,) where I had been working on some script or other. As I listen to the mix for the first time. I find myself typing less and staring instead in amazement at my cd player as one after another after another of gigantic big room progressive monsters dropped into my head.

    Like any good DJ hobbyist, I immediately set about trying to procure a tracklist. They’re available on the net, but since Diggers is one of those DJs who receives countless advance tunes and white labels, there are holes in the setlists I find. not even the cats at BBC know what the full tracklist is. Unfortunately, one of my favorites from the set, a thunderous rhythmc marvel, is listed as “Unknown – White Label” and I’m forced to be content with only hearing it in the context of the mix and never coming from my own turntables.

    John Digweed

    The other day, digging for some good ear candy for yet another foray up into the hills above my home, I pull down this mix and set off. Once again, I find myself entranced (no pun intended) by that particular “Unknown – White Label.” I decide to really hunt for the thing. Scour the internet. Find a copy for myself. And then at last, I discover this. Some guy over at (where else) TranceAddict forums has taken it upon himself to post as many Digweed setlists as he possibly can. I scroll down to 2002 and there it is. Finally.

    Pete Heller & Ted Patterson (aka The Look & Feel) – Big Room Drama.

    And thanks to the recent success of my eBay auction, I’ve got a few pounds to spare for the vinyl version.

    Check it out for yourself, straight from the mix, complete with Pete Tong blasting his announcement into the middle of the first breakdown. It’s got everything I love, that heavy stuttering rhythm, the monstrous bass, the lovely wash of synths in the background…

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      Sunset and Vine

      I swear I don’t know what my interest in this thing is. If I keep posting about it I’ll have to create a new category. Sunset. And. Vine. I see this everyday as I walk to my car. It’s like watching a flip book unfold in slow motion. The renovation of an icon. Or something. Anyway, makes for some dramatic pics.

      Sunset and Vine

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      Invader swag

      hollywoodee

      I’m letting go of one of my prized possessions. Yes, it’s time to sell my cute little invader kit. Though I still love the work of the artist, I’m realizing that I don’t need this little bit of pop culture. In fact, I have a more interesting collection of tiles I can use should I ever want to build my own critter, which is a lot more fun to own because this invader kit, while cool, is a limited, numbered edition. That means it’s best left in its wrapper. That way it remains highly collectible. But no fun. So I’m releasing it into the wild via eBay where someone else can hold onto it forever.

      Link to the auction. Bid high.

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        What 200 Calories Look Like

        200 Calories

        This is 200 calories? I still have a hard time visualizing it. but thanks to this handy chart, I’m better off than I used to be. Just in time for my New Year’s Resolution, too.