August 27, 2009
If you live in Los Angeles, or don’t live in Los Angeles, and love music you should definitely check out Los Anjealous.com
They provide a great service to the Los Angeles community. They regularly update new concerts in town ranging from the very independent to the very well known, but all good music. They also feature many stories about the happenings in and around Los Angeles. They are a community building site and you should definitely check in.
The Experience Gallery is collaborating with Los Anjealous for an ongoing series of interviews with musicians playing in Los Angeles. Also ranging from the very obscure to the very popular, getting an inside look at how they work and what inspires them.
Check out the first one with Matt from the band Matt and Kim here.
August 27, 2009
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Pictures by marija strajnic
August 18, 2009
A great commencement speech by a great writer. Wallace speaks of what he believes the reality of education and educating yourself really means.
Wallace committed suicide in 2008 after years of depression and to me knowing this adds another layer of complexity to the speech.
Make your own impression of the speech and the ideas he presents. The speech is below in its entirety and may not be here long. So read while you can… Read the rest of this entry »
August 18, 2009
August 17, 2009
I arranged for the interview with John through is manager and when he told me that he was going to be in North Hills (the valley if people aren’t familiar with Los Angeles) I was a bit taken back.
When you think of a rapper you usually think of urban surroundings. The city, highrises… not the valley. We had planned to get a beer at a local bar off the 101 freeway at 11 in the morning, but the bar was closed so we ended going to a Starbucks next door. I wasn’t really sure what to expect, I had never talked to a rapper in my life but I knew I really liked his music and what he was trying to do with it.
John is immediately warm and welcoming, one of the nicest guys you will ever meet. I think you automatically sense that he has a great sense of humor and has so many interesting stories to tell. He reminded me of what a Jazz musician would be like, very cool, collected, and at ease with his surroundings. He is really an entertainer at heart and wants to involve you in his stories. He has amazing stories too, like going to the Good Life Cafe and rapping with big names from the Pharcyde, Jurrasic 5, Will.i.am. It was really interesting getting his take on rap today and how the industry has changed for the better or worse.
You sometimes go into these interviews with a lot of perceptions and expectations of what these people will be like and it never fails that every person I have interviewed has been completly different than what you expect. Maybe you go in expecting a rapper to live a certain lifestyle and have certain interests and you find out John loves playing with his little daughter, going to the mall with his wife, and reads Charles Bukowski.
To get a better idea what John’s offbeat personality is like here is a poem by Charles Bukowski, someone he was influenced by in his youth:
Love & Fame & Death
it sits outside my window now
like and old woman going to market;
it sits and watches me,
it sweats nevously
through wire and fog and dog-bark
I slam the screen with a newspaper
like slapping at a fly
and you could hear the scream
over this plain city,
and then it left.
the way to end a poem
is to become suddenly
Read the full interview with John here.