Car Lovers Paradise

When first arriving in Los Angeles you realize that this really is a city of car lovers. Not just your average car but classic cars, antique cars, original one of a kind cars, high end cars, customized cars, they all can be seen cruising down LA’s major arteries on any given day.

The Peterson Museum  is devoted entirely to cars. The Concours D’Elegance is held annually on Rodeo Drive on Father’s Day, closing off the street to automotive traffic so pedestrians can better admire the beauty and fine lines of unique automotive machinery. Car shows and events abound in LA, some celebrating a specific model others hosting every kind imaginable. We love Low Riders,  T-Birds, Dodge, Chevy, Mercury, Mercedes, Lincolns and Cadillacs. Whether we are jamming out at the Cadillac Ranch, building it one piece at a time, whether it’s pink or black we do love our Cadillacs.

We love car chases, car races, and car thieves. We couldn’t do without our rebels and our bandits,  our heroes and our villains. From Chitty Chitty Bang Bang to James Bond, from the Bat Mobile to Christopher Lloyd’s DeLorean, from the Blues Brothers to the Men in Black  cars are part of our culture and ingrained in our spirit.

Cars bring back memories and inspire dreams.  Whether you’re looking for paradise or on a highway to hell  they can be the ultimate status symbol or the ultimate gauge of shallowness. They can evoke a season, an era or even a section of the country.

We are a wandering people, it’s in our blood or we wouldn’t be here. Road trips are teenage initiations and adult rebellions. Whether the ride is fast and dangerous, slow and short, or miles and miles of twists and turns we love to drive. Some times the journey is one way and sometimes we come full circle back to where we started. From Route 66 to Ventura highway from the Beat Generation to the Green Generation our romance and passon for cars has evolved with us and carried us not just down the road but into the future.

Halloween in West Hollywood

I was blown away as were several costumers hanging onto cement street dividers with inside out umbrellas, ties blowing in the wind (even though it wasn’t windy), and fallen leaves plastered to their pant legs. A mad swirl of color and sound threatened sensory overload as heads swiveled right, left, backward and forward, up and down, not knowing where to look first.

The Wicked Which of the West flew in for the evening and Sleeping Beauty’s Fairy Godmothers showed up in full costume, blue, green and pink with pointed hats and magic wands looking exactly as Disney pictured them except, unfortunately, they must not have had very much time to prepare for the ball, as they forgot to shave off their full beards. They were also much taller than I had imagined. Beards seemed to be the "in" thing this year as one bride showed off her gown and full beard and another young lady flipped things around by donning facial hair that wasn’t quite as authentic.

Snap, Crackle & Pop were there relaxing in a bowl of milk not showing their age at all. Michael Jackson showed up as did several other celebrities including Jack, Hugh Heffner, Ugly Betty, Amy Winehouse and Mr. T. Former President Clinton posed with a bruised and bloody Affordable Healthcare and Abe Lincoln enjoyed a stroll through the crowd. Tom Cruse showed up… several times… but he seemed to have forgotten his pants. Even Facebook, Myspace and Twitter showed up.

A Mario convention seemed to have descended on Hollywood as he popped up everywhere however Luigi was conspicuously absent. The Star Trek conventioneers were out numbered and lost in the crowd. Extras from horror movies mingled with Vegas showgirls who competed with Mardi Gras partiers.

Batman was there as was Robin (out of the closet and with a date). Dorothy came wearing her ruby slippers but stayed for the party instead of clicking heels homeward. Captain Hook and Peter Pan made an appearance as did Captain Jack Sparrow although Tick Tock the crocodile was no where to be seen or heard. Alice came through the looking glass with the Mad Hatter at her side and a couple of Tim Burton’s nightmares strode boldly down the street as Santa showed up with a pumpkin bag bringing up twisted thoughts of the Great Pumpkin meeting Jack Skellington poor Linus would freak.

Winged creatures flew in, in abundance from fairies to butterflies. There were Fuzzy’s, centaurs, a giraffe, a skunk, a cow and many other representatives of the animal kingdom not to mention the dogs who came in costume taking their owners for a stroll. A giant Man ‘o War jelly fish floated over the crowd with a diver swimming beneath while a blue alien wearing an orange and yellow half dress freaked out the crowd. There were a lot of bananas and a bunch of purple grapes celebrating after a hard day’s shoot.

Every era appeared to be represented from a beautiful ancient Egyptian goddess to four sequin covered disco maniacs from the 70s not to mention one wearing a polyester suit. A flapper who looked as if she’d popped in on a time machine looked right at home as the “Godmother” walked by (Al Pachino eat your heart out). Fred Flintstone and his neighbors joined us from Bedrock and Vikings sailed in to conquer.

There were many very tall women, some authentic and some not so authentic. (I would love to know who did their makeup as they looked quite beautiful and in some cases very classy.) Women wearing full body paint and not much else definitely left no question as to their authenticity and the artistry of their body work. Medusa joined the crowd with writhing, hissing hair as a snake charmer lured a cobra from its basket.

There was a definite police presence, however which officers were real and which were revelers could prove quite puzzling at times as the handcuffs seemed authentic in both cases. McGruff the Crime Dog and Ms. Sherlock Holmes were there just in case a mystery needed solving. Although some plastic masked participants in the crowd would have freaked out bank tellers if they walked in off the street, the one arrest witnessed was a handcuffed man looking down in sheepish embarrassment as he sat on a curb surrounded by police. Those very few who seemed a bit worse for wear had concerned friends helping them home and watching out for them.

The crowd of onlookers were as varied as the revelers. There were family groups with small children and grown men in diapers with pacifiers. Elderly couples with faces reflecting either the glazed look of trapped animals or grinning from ear to ear in awed amazement watched the crowd. A group of white men in designer jeans and white polos held up picket signs ranging from “What would Jesus say” to “We still haven’t seen the birth certificate”. The crowd flowed on with polite disinterest like an ever changing, evolving flood dividing around unmoving, inflexible rocks, isolated in the middle, as the stream surged past leaving them behind. A man in full dress uniform walked beside his buddy in a wheel chair and a heavily accented voice shouted at full volume “I LOVE AMERICA!”

There were stationary DJs spinning music as the crowd danced and a roving party with dry ice fog and laser lights making its way down the street. Magic acts  were on hand to thrill and amaze as comedians made the crowd laugh. Hot dog venders made a killing and the line at Starbucks was the most entertaining I’ve ever been in. The City of West Hollywood  pulled out all the stops for the thousands of adventurous costumed revelers who attended. The best view was enjoyed by those looking down from office terraces overlooking all the action. Stretching from West Hollywood all the way to Beverly Hills the experience was visually intoxicating. An overwhelming feeling of playful happiness pervaded the crowd as adults paraded like children up and down the boulevard.

If the West Hollywood Halloween Parade  wasn’t your style you could always go to the Whisky a Go Go where they had a séance to try and raise Jimmy Hendriks spirit from the dead but I, for one, was extremely glad I went. The experience was unforgettable.

Fun and Fans at the "Barbara" Streisand Charity Auction

The Barbra Streisand Auction held October 17th and 18th at the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills raised funds for The Streisand Foundation  in New York which contributes to such causes as the Natural Resources Defense Council, American Constitution Society for Law and Policy, Institute for America’s Future, People for the American Way, Center for Public Integrity, Planned Parenthood, Human Rights Watch and Youth Arts USA.

Gowns Barbara Streisand wore for concerts were auctioned off.  There were costumes from “The Way We Were”, “Funny Lady”, “Nuts”, “The Mirror Has Two Faces”, and “Meet the Fockers” with a surprise anoucement that for continuity reasons, who ever purchased the jewelry from “Meet the Fockers” might be getting a call from Barbra asking to borrow them back for the sequel, "Little Fockers". There were portraits, some good and some not so good, almost life size cardboard figures of Barbra and a wooden letter “a” that she kept as a momento signifying the “a” she dropped from her name changing it from Barbara to Barbra. There were everyday items and antiques, tables, bookcases, fire place poker sets, antique commodes and ceiling fans (that sold, due to a bidding war for $7,500). Mementoes from all over the world included some exquisite Japanese netsuke carvings including a baby bird in an egg shell, a frog riding a whale, a man holding a cat and a hand holding a monkey. There was also a miniature replica of one of the chariots in the tomb of the Chinese Emperor Shi Huang from the Museum of Shanghai.

Many in the audience were avid fans with some even wearing concert T-shirts and hair styles from the seventies, shoulder length wings in front, cut shorter in back. Their knowledge of their idol was extensive and not to be challenged. It was a fun audience with bids also coming in from places as varied as Miami, the United Kingdom, Australia, Belgium and Canada.

Barbara Streisand is a singer, writer, actress, and producer. She is the number one selling female recording artist in the United States and is tied with the Beatles for “Most Albums Reaching Top 10 Status”, with only The Rolling Stones and Frank Sinatra out pacing them both. Her career began in 1962 and has lasted over four decades. She has released 63 albums, 50 of which, according to the Recording Industry Association of America, went Gold, 30 of those going Platinum and 15 of those Multiplatinum, winning ten Grammys, two Oscars and numerous other awards including Kennedy Center Honors. With nine Number One albums, her latest album “Love Is the Answer” is listed at Number One on Billboard as of October 17, 2009, Barbra Streisand’s career shows no sign of slowing down.

Whatever your favorite song may be, People ; Evergreen ; The Way We Were ; You Don’t Bring Me Flowers ; I’m the Greatest Star ; Don’t Rain on My Parade ;Cry Me a River ; Happy Days ; Have I Stayed Too Long at the Fair ; On a Clear Day ; and A Sleepin’ Bee just to name a few, their popularity is undeniable.   Perhaps part of the magic is that her beauty is not flawless nor is it dependent on surface perceptions but is based on talent, self confidence and an inner radiance that shines through when she performs.  She doesn’t let anyone dictate her actions, she doesn’t accept defeat or settle for less than the stars she aims for, but she herself is relatable and down to earth. She represents hope and dreams despite the odds stacked against us. She is both strong and feminine and her songs and vocals touch a universal chord that is basic and eternal. 

My one regret is that I was only able to attend the last day of the auction as once again Darren Julien presented a charity event that was both entertaining, fun and thought provoking for a cause well worth supporting.

Where the Wild Things Are

“Where the Wild Things Are” is a celebration of imagination. While it may be too scary for children under the age of 10 anyone older will be missing out if they don’t go see it. Any parents who don’t take their children are missing an unusual opportunity to promote maturity and perspective in an entertaining and unexpected way.

Using a deceptively simple story line that everyone can relate to there are dimensions beyond the obvious touched upon and developed in this movie. Parallels cause role reversal. How strange does it feel when our parents words pop out of our mouths unbidden, unasked for? How often is this change in perspective experienced as a child?

Childhood is not all warm and fuzzy. In reality big, warm, fuzzy piles are fleeting, rare and somewhat smothering. Life is not all warm and fuzzy. People who love each other sometimes hurt each other especially when caught up by intense emotions. Going too far is easy to slip into, you can’t take it back, and is hard to extricate ones self from.

Seeking out new experiences like Bob and Terry changes perspective, it doesn’t change who one is but it can change how one sees the world. Change can be perceived as a threat by others.  Change can lead to lack of control. Frustration and hurt stemming from lack of control in a situation can be exhibited through anger, destruction and the desire to lash out and hurt in return. The balance between losing control, being controlled and learning control is a process that takes a lifetime to master, the scale balanced with maturity, empathy and knowledge. Realizing that control does not extend beyond one’s own fingertips is a difficult lesson to learn.

Simple situations, competitions, and challenges can spiral exponentially to a plateau where play crosses a line into hurt in a self sustaining escalation that is no longer fun anymore. Intent determines the line where hurt can be forgiven and where it can’t. It is easier to hug hurt close and ride the emotions generated than it is to let hurt go and move on. Someone allowing you to step on their head in retaliation does not give the same satisfaction and spontaneous absolution acting in the heat of the moment would. Being granted control is not the same as actually being in control.

A perfect world, a perfectly controlled world is a static world, an artistically beautiful diorama, awesome to perceive but unchanging, unchallenging, and unforgiving of imperfections.  The differences corresponding to individuality also create discord.  Imperfections can be perceived as negative character traits but perception and reality don’t always sync, whether one is filled with blood or sawdust, whether one is a king or a normal person, isn’t determined by perceived character traits however, the way others treat us is. Outer shells shown to the world are deceptive.

Is there any way back after going too far? Yes. Always. If love exists there is. Is there a place where only the things we want to happen, happen? In our dreams, in our imaginations, on television, in books and movies but not in real life. Should the pursuit of happiness be abandoned or is it enough in and of itself? Goals don’t have to be attainable to be worth striving for. By turning expectations upside down artistic dreams can be realized.

This is not a feel good movie. It is melancholy, giddy, scary and sad. It is controlled and wild, beautifully harmonious and darkly morbid and destructive. There are times when everyone needs to howl.  The impression is left that those who’s artistry and creativity went into the making of this movie “get it” and “it” is very hard to define. Let the wild rumpus begin.

Ruby Slippers & Kinky Boots

There is a store on Hollywood Blvd., Lady Studio Exotic Shoes, in which can be found some of the kinkiest boots on the planet. Towering stiletto heals, day glow neon colored boots, platforms, vynel, leather and plastic, if you can imagine it, it’s probably there.

If it’s true that shoes make the man or woman, in Hollywood at least, footwear has created timeless images shared by all. From Judy Garland’s ruby slippers to Julia Roberts thigh high boots signature footwear has made it’s mark on the big screen. During the height of the cold war ballet shoes faced off against tap building a bridge of mutual respect and showing we’re not as different as me might think. Dying with your boots on is a Western tradition that took on new meaning when Tommy took on Elton John at pinball.  Footwear completes and compliments a character.  White shoes, biker boots and stilettos tell vastly different stories about the person wearing them and the story being told.

The Bata Shoe Museum gives a historical perspective to the study of footwear. A used pair of combat boots at the Vietnam War Memorial strikes an unexpected chord of pathos and humanity.  Shoes have inspired superstitions from lucky horseshoes to caling out "baby needs a new pair of shoes" for luck when playing dice. They’ve inspired proverbs and fairy tales in many countries.  Sayings like "walk a mile in my shoes" or "I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes" are commonly used. 

You can have a pair of shoes but if you have two left shoes you tend to fall over.

Whether you get a good pair of walking boots, gladiator sandals or blue suede shoes there is a certain magic in finding the right ones. The shoe maker’s elves were there when times were tough and during the Great Depression shoe soup was always an option, however today’s footwear would probably hold less nutritional value being made mostly from synthetics instead of leather.  Gum shoes look for shoe prints and hope they don’t end up in cement shoes when investigating organized crime.  Puss in Boots had a wonderfully uncomplicated outfit and Crocodile Dundee had boots that perfectly fit his character.

Jumping in mud puddles wearing a yellow pair of rubber boots may seem like defeating the purpose of wearing them to begin with but it is glorious fun. Not too many year ago Converse and Keds were the only athletic shoes available now the market is flooded with options.  Children play at being adults by wearing a pair of their parents shoes. Evolving into parents they find out how big those shoes really are to fill.

Shoes protect us from the elements, they help shape the way we want the world to perceive us. The right pair of shoes inspire confidence. But sometimes, the best feeling of all, comes when we take off our shoes and walk barefoot in the grass.

From Shakespeare to Star Trek

Every year West Hollywood pulls out all the stops and holds their annual book fair. Something new and exciting that keeps one enthralled, intrigued or laughing can be found there every year.

Past Book Fairs have featured autograph sessions with political writers such as Gore Vidal who was as out spoken in his younger days as he is today and continue to be controversial with such authors this year as Jordan Elgrably, Mir Tamim  and Reza Aslan.

Last year Ray Bradbury spoke of his early years when another young man by the name of Hugh Hefner published his short stories in an up and coming men’s magazine and Lucile Ball was his landlord. This year Carol Channing and Bruce Vilanch spoke at the Entertainment Pavilion keeping the audience in stitches for an hour. Their frank discussion of back stage antics and promotion of the arts in public schools earned them a standing ovation and left the audience wanting more. Carol sang gospel and a song promoting the arts in schools. She talked of working with Ethel Merman and Ann Miller, Andy Rooney’s Sugar Babies and Love Boat. Carol may have outlived the competition but she certainly never let the parade pass her by.

Nicholas Meyer talked about directing and how, as a child he sat next to Albert Einstein at dinner, found a hair on his food, said so out loud, and was told by Einstein “Shhhhhh… not so loud or everyone will want one.” His works are a combination of different approaches to a common theme, the contrast providing richness and depth that would otherwise be missing. “The Seven-Per-Cent Solution” with Sherlock Holmes visiting Sigmund Freud starring Alan Arkin and Nicol Williamson (a Shakespearian actor who’s version of Hamlet is widely acclaimed to have rivaled that of Richard Burton), has its roots in Meyer’s father being a psychologist and likening his craft to detective work. The subtitle of The Wrath of Khan, “The Undiscovered Country” is Shakespeare’s way of describing death in Hamlet but also references Eden and becomes politically topical for it’s time with the concept of virgin territory corrupted by two massive forces fighting for dominance regardless of the harm done in their wake. All art forms are influenced not only by the past but also by our perception of it. The “what if” aspect of successful fantasy has a basis in actual, literary or artistic history, it has to have a jumping off point to make a connection the audience can relate to. It is influenced by our current body of knowledge combined with present forces and past history then takes a step beyond.

There is a little bit of everything at the West Hollywood Book Fair, from comic books to politics, from poetry to television, from Edgar Allen Poe to the Brady Bunch, mystery, drama, fiction and fact, the influence of women and alternative lifestyles are all represented. Writers are the foundation, the inspiration and the imagination of Hollywood. The Book Fair brings writers, actors, comedians and politicians of all kinds together in one venue that celebrates the arts and imagination originating with the written word.

Pianos and Piñatas on Wheels

This past Saturday downtown Los Angeles went from ghost town to race town as the Red Bull Soap Box Derby hit the streets. Trying to get an unobstructed view, more than 110,000 people climbed speakers and light poles and lined the barriers twenty deep from the starting line on Grand Avenue to the finish line on 5th Street.

I don’t think this was what he had in mind when Myron Scott started the first official All-American Soap Box Derby in Akron, Ohio in 1934. Throughout it’s early years the derby was marketed as patriotic and idealistic stressing team work, sportsmanship, courage, individuality and the pursuit of dreams. People were so scandalized in 1973 when a participant at Derby Downs was caught cheating that his guardian was indicted for contributing to the delinquency of a minor.

This modern day derby held in Los Angeles retains the individuality, creativity and team work but in an entertaining world of twisted and amusing grown up visions and dreams. With names like America’s Economy; Banana Hammock; Big Pianists; Crash & Burn; Ludicrous Speed!!!; Pole Position; Shaken, Not Stirred; Team Wild Things; Buccaneer Biddys; The Human Factor and Rehab Projects these weren’t your average soap box racers. From pianos to piñatas, heavy metal to country and rock, pole dancers to firemen, 40 teams came over the rainbow and from galaxy’s far, far away to compete. The winning team Ironheade hit 46 miles per hour to take the lead.

Since the Model T first came off the assembly line in 1908 people have been fascinated with how fast they could get gravity driven vehicles to go. So embedded in American culture is the soap box derby that even the Smithsonian has a racer in its collection and there is a Soap Box Derby Hall of Fame. Events nationwide go through a sanctioning process to qualify, conforming to uniform rules and racing conditions. From it’s beginning during the great depression it was billed as an all American pastime for fathers and sons to participate in. Although not quite a He-Man Women Haters Club the first girl did not compete at Derby Downs until 1975.

What ever country or state you build your racer and compete in, from Japan to Germany, from New Zealand to the United States be sure and bring the family along to watch the race. Soap Box Derby cars are as fun to watch as they are to build, bringing out that often forgotten inner child in all of us.