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December 21, 2005

Snow Is Overrated

Bob Massey
December 2005

Okay, okay. Los Angeles has SWEET weather. Really, dude. Dude, no really.

Actually, it's true. There is nothing to complain about weather-wise. Except when it gets below 70. My driveway is lined with fruit trees. In order it goes: grapefruit, tangerine, orange, lime, lemon. Mango or something on the other side of the driveway. This rules, and yet so many people take it for granted. Those people are freaking stupid. I will probably become one of them.

I started reading this book Tina gave me about L.A. exiles. Did you know that Stravinsky and Schoenberg both lived here at the same time? And feuded? And were tennis partners?

I live in Silverlake, which is the Mt. Pleasant of Los Angeles. I'm down the street from spaceland, which is the Black Cat of Los Angeles.

Man, the screenplay-writing life is kicking my ass. In a good way, though. If you're gonna write formulaic crap for a living, this is a real step up. Not that I'm making a living at it yet, but potentially. And i can sling the formulaic crap, brother. They love me here when they notice me.

For a town with a lot of shitty music, there's a fair amount of cool music in this town, but you have to look for it. And stay out of west Hollywood. But you were gonna avoid that anyway because your tits aren't firm enough. You should see my new ones though. Damn!

The Knitting Factory here looks like a strip mall and it's really disconcerting.

There's this cafe up the street run by (apparently) Cuban exiles. Pictures of Castro and Ché everywhere. Español spoken. And they don't serve any kind of coffee i've ever heard of before, but it's all yummy. AND they just put up a hand-written sign to alert their customers that they now have the internet wireless.

I saw this Wim Wenders movie that you will probably never see, called 'Land of Plenty,' and it had Michelle Williams from Dawson’s Creek in it. And she was totally amazing – who knew? Co-produced by scott derrickson, who made 'The Exorcism of Emily Rose.' Who is himself kind of a weird but fascinating badass. But the thing I love about this pairing is that he and Wim Wenders are really tight, and Wenders is said to HATE horror movies, yet because he likes Mr. Derrickson so much he critiqued an early version of 'Emily Rose.' these are the odd things you pick up in Hollywood. Remind me to tell you my story of totally randomly meeting Emily Rose at a bar.

The upshot: I'm shocked to say that so far I really like L.A. At least the east side of it. But I've been working my ass off, too – so ask me again in three months when I've gotten out of the house more.

You are all encouraged to come visit, and then to fall in love and move here.

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See more from our intrepid L.A. correspondent:
Los Angeles. Hell Yes.
This is Los Angeles: they paved the river
This is Los Angeles: they paved the river (part 2)

Posted by Rock Heals at December 21, 2005 12:00 AM