A friend said, “Artists are more introspective. They have to be. It’s the nature of what they do.” I would probably agree with that comment, though I just feared I was incredibly self-absorbed. I've been in the Bay Area for almost a year now. It’s been a blur, mostly. I’ve spent more time alone than I have before, doing a lot of thinking and people watching—being … [Read more...] about A look-back (the choices we make)
san francisco
the faces of the city (part I)
I'm an L.A. guy. L.A. is the homeless capital of the U.S., so I wasn't surprised to see the large number of homeless people living in San Francisco. What surprised me was seeing how many of them have severe mental disorders. At least once a week I walk by a homeless person having a conversation with himself. And I don't mean a calm, mumbling to himself sort of conversation. I'm talking about a … [Read more...] about the faces of the city (part I)
saving the world! one petitioner at a time
Yesterday, I was walking down Market Street, one of the most crowded streets in the city. A young man was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, petitioning passersby for signatures. He interrupted a woman walking several feet in front of me. “Do your part to save the world,” he said. She blew him off and continued on he way. He said loudly, to anyone who would listen, “You’re an idiot!” I'm … [Read more...] about saving the world! one petitioner at a time
i got my first real six-string…
First, I need to say a word about L.A. L.A. is filled with actors. Or I should say it’s filled with aspiring actors. The population of those who've made it as an actor is very small; the number of those trying to make it is in the tens of thousands. Don't believe me? Just go to any Los Angeles restaurant or bar. Those bartenders and servers? Guess what they’re trying to become? I like that, … [Read more...] about i got my first real six-string…
hipster nation
San Francisco may be the coolest city in America. At least, on the surface, it appears that way. Edgy. Hip. Creative. Where else can you hear a bluegrass band playing in a crowded stairwell in Haight Ashbury, while the organist sits on the sidewalk, a joint hanging loosely from his lip? Where else can you listen to a blues band performing at midnight in an Italian bakery, as the percussionist … [Read more...] about hipster nation
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