really, does a day of jet-lagged blur & shopping actually count as the first day? or can my time in la start on the day i cruise west hollywood for breakfast in a black jaguar with a platinum blonde rock chick from queens?
samantha maloney. drummer with peaches. spitfire. good friend & excellent company. picked me up at the hotel, and we ate breakfast well at eat well. a blast. a big plate of food. parked her shiny new black jag just as owen wilson was parking his silver porsche. star spot #1. he left his lights on. he had a ratty magazine & sweatshirt in the back seat. we drove past edward nortons house & checked out sam's new house. a spanish villa in a hasidic jew neighbourhood. it's good friday and vendors were selling fruit on street corners. sam drove me to the getty centre via mulholland drive. i looked out for david lynchesque moments, but what struck me was the second-rate tuscan style villas.
the getty centre took my breathe away. i couldn't believe the way the building put me at ease, the way the art seemed part of the building which seemed part of me and i seemed part of the world. los angeles is calm and beautiful and engaging from up high on the hill. what a genius.
josh haden opened up for dean & britta. the crowd were attentive. the band are lovely. i am a little on edge. but in that new people way. a challenge, something to look forward to. jack black was there to see the bands. star spot #2.
my new camera is really quite nifty.
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