CHICAGO JAZZ UNDERGROUND
LAST TIME I SAW RICHARD on the JUKE BOX
DEMOCRATIC CONVENTION story
CONNECTION TO BERKELEY, MICHIGAN, VIA THE YUKON, AND SOUTH EAST ASIA AND BEIRUT, WHERE THE POODLES WILL RUN WILD WITH THE GARBAGE DUMP KING OF THE PACK, AS IN THE NOVEL ‘DE NIRO’S GUN’ about the boy who came of age during the time when Lebanon’s descent into civil war was inevitable, the way he tells it, and his sister and his mother, fade, invisible — the novel given to read, diligently tried and forgettably finished.
So American Gothic, Jackson Pollack, military industrial complex, Hollywood para-professionals, hacking their way through Santa Monica, where the air is sweet and fresh til this day, not like Venice with its tinge of sewage and last night’s malt liquor scented piss all over the man asleep in the sand at dawn.
Venice is charitable, Santa Monica is Catherine the Great’s new facade, since hiding out in Malibu, reinventing herself, bought a house next to Faye Dunaway.
Next Stop: La Jolla. After that: a sailboat in Santa Barbara Harbor.
–CLIP FROM AMERICAN FAMILY PBS –
SANTA BARBARA –
THEOLONIUS chevy down 101, ventura highway, DOWN THE COAST.
MICHAEL Magellan, SANTA BARBARA. The Berkeley brat who knew what was going on from Los Angeles to Stinson Beach. He was the first to get the coke from Columbia, the first with the good Owlsey acid, the first with the dope from the back of the Stones’ tour. He was certainly in line to become a Supreme Court judge in the 90s.