Highland Park Publicity

Ξ February 24th, 2008 | → 11 Comments | ∇ 90041, 90042, 90065, Coffee, Drinks, Food, Glassell Park, Highland Park, Night Life, Press, The Arts |

Last night I made one of my rare pilgrimages west of the 405 for nightlife thanks to a friend’s birthday.  I quickly remembered why I don’t go out in the beaches often.  Sweet Child O’ Mine, Livin’ on a Prayer, and Don’t Stop Believingare all fine songs but listening to a bunch of drunks screaming the lyrics with their forefinger and pinky raised unironically in the “Rock On” salute makes me want to puke.  Then, you’re crushed against a sea of guys with spiked hair, black collared shirts with the vertical stripes, and a lexicon that seems to be mostly “dude”, “dawg”, and “bro” who are all trying to prove they’re having the most fun by screaming the loudest, smiling as broadly as possible, and singing all the lyrics to California Lovin’.  I suppose I could just be jaded, and these people arereally having a good time, but it reeks of performativity.  Did I also mention that I payed a $5 cover for the opportunity to experience all this?  I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: SIT ON IT WESTSIDE.

The point of this article though is the conflicting juxtaposition of Highland Park public relations lately.  Friday and Saturday boasted page one, above the fold stories in the LA Times making Highland Park out to be a breeding ground for murderers.  However, what I failed to mention in my previous post relating my experience with the LAPD was that while I was waiting for the officer to write my ticket, I leafed through the new issue of Los Angeles Magazine and found that their Street Smart section dedicated two pages to our neighborhood.  There I was, a small fish caught in a police dragnet, reading how Highland Park is “officially on the up and up”.  Unfortunately, when asked “you live where?” for the third time with It Aint No Fun blaring in my eardrums at the beach bar, no one had seen the LA Magazine piece.  Everyone, knew where it was when I referenced the Times story though.

 If you happen to read this site and are from out of the area.  Treat yourself to the March issue of Los Angeles Magazine, and use it to schedule a day in Northeast.  Here’s your itenerary:  Grab coffee and a cachito at Antigua Bakery before taking in the views and natural beauty of Debs Park.  For lunch, swing into El Huarache Azteca for the adobada and some of the aguas frescas.  Spend the afternoon taking in some Los Angeles history at the Lummis House or see if there’s an art gallery exhibition that piques your interest at www.nelaart.com  Have dinner at the York and enjoy their beer selection before tipping back a few more at the Verdugo (if you like anything, their license allows them to give it to you ‘to go’).  Then, before letting your designated driver hit the road, sober up enjoying either Leo’s Taco Truck on Eagle Rock Blvd. or Tacos La Estrella (four spots in the area).  All this and you’ll be out less than $50.  Then, you can enjoy empty freeways back to the westside and tell all your friends over brunch the next day how you survived your night east of the 5.  Enjoy!

 

“Ultimate Warrior” Filming in Debs Park

Ξ February 20th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Highland Park, The Arts |

 

Hopefully they’re talking about this “Ultimate Warrior”…

 

Not two days after writing an article extolling Debs Park, I get a filming notice taped on my door for “The Ultimate Warrior”. Is Hollywood remaking the Robert Clause (Director of Enter the Dragon) campfest with Yul Brenner and Max Von Sidow traipsing through a post apocalyptic New York City? Will Debs double for Central Park? Will plague victims appear on the big screen limping through the avenues? I have to work tomorrow, but if anyone has the chance to check out the action at Debs Park, let us know. The flyer promises “gun fights”, “explosions”, and other celluloid pandemonium.Then again, this all could just be a movie on the old WWF wrestler. But why would he be in a park? Maybe The Honky Tonk Man and Sergeant Slaughter have bivouacked in the Audubon center with his Intercontinental Belt. Only time will tell.

 

 

…Instead of this one.

 

Boss Hoss Blowout @ Mr. T’s Bowl

Ξ February 19th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ 90042, Highland Park, Night Life, The Arts |

Mr. T’s Flyer

This Presidents Day weekend brought a gaggle of indie rock bands to the venerable Mr. T’s Bowl. My musical tastes are still stuck in 80’s/90’s punk (Social Distortion, Rancid, Dead Kennedy’s, et al.), so I’m not as up to date as I could be on our music scene. Also, as much as I enjoyed the shows, I do have a slight bone to pick with the converted bowling alley: Shouldn’t beers be cheaper than $5 a bottle? I’m all for paying the $12 to support the musicians, but if a bottle of Bud is going to cost more than a pint at the York, I want nicer ambiance than what they provide. Dives are fine, but they’re dives because they’re cheap. Anyhow, my brief impressions of the bands I enjoyed the most:

Les Hormones - The 3 piece San Francisco band played a nice set of very surf/garage-rock. Very raw and very fun. Website

The A-Bones - The Brooklyn headliners of Sunday night take their name from a Trashmen song and boast members of indie rock stalwart Yo La Tengo. Blues inspired indie rock that they self describe as sounding like “like Chan Romero with the Hombres doing Trashmen songs” (you do the cross-referencing on that one) makes for very danceable rock and an extremely fun show. Website

Haunted George - The eponymous artist with another guitarist (George kept rhythm on the drums with his foot) looked like something between the Misfits and Johnny Cash. Haunted George played simple rock music that sounded like a morbid spin on Local H. Songs such as “Pile of Meat” and another with a refrain that asks “Whatcha look like after weeks in a casket?” aren’t exactly innocent, but are way too much fun to be really disturbing. Website

Guilty Hearts - My personal favorite, the local LA band, knew how to play to a crowd. While scoring points with their song “Glassell Park”, the bassist stepped around the chicken wire to make out with a female fan in the front row. The most impressive part of it was that he continued playing straight through the face-sucking. The music wasn’t too bad either: very blues inspired with elements of garage rock and punk. Website

 

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