Don’t always manifest as we hope !!

The first X rated film I viewed was during the early 1970s at the Movies of Tarzana in Tarzana California. The first theater in our area has multiple viewing rooms. As youngsters we would buy one ticket and watch as many films as we could. This meant being smart and sneaking into films that we … Continue reading Don’t always manifest as we hope !!

Whippet

HUD I am not naturally a dog person. There was one dog Peepers, a red collie we grew up with, that I loved. She would roam the fields and golf course near by. Life was wild then. In the late 1970s my sister-in-law breed Whippets. I learned to loved her dogs. They were thin and … Continue reading Whippet

Collaborations are thrilling and I do a trilling dance!

A brief story: I co-published a music fanzine. I collaborated with others via our post office box through a real Whittier California Post Office. We included a letter section in the magazine. It took a couple of months to receive letters, respond to them, and publish them in the fanzine. It was a time-consuming process. … Continue reading Collaborations are thrilling and I do a trilling dance!

Blissful Heart : Sonic Reducer

“Lots of people I know have bootlegged tapes of performances and if they play it I will be transported back sometimes with happiness, sometimes with horror.” ~ Chris Bailey,The Saints This image takes me back to when I was 17. My eyes are closed with an inward feeling-look upon my face. It is the feeling … Continue reading Blissful Heart : Sonic Reducer

Banners from Kubrick’s exhibition or glorious rebellious madness.

Now some 30 years later his face mocks me. Alex: What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got little save pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited. My first printing project was with … Continue reading Banners from Kubrick’s exhibition or glorious rebellious madness.

Strawberry Nose

I think dad will be ninety-three this year. He once was an exceptionally good storyteller. He would sit out on the back porch looking over the San Fernando Valley and tell a story to whomever sat next to him. Just make sure it was not past 5 pm …before the liquor hit his brain. This … Continue reading Strawberry Nose

Hold Your Head Up

In Jr High I had a certain kind of power that I never really accessed. Call me stupid or that I had a common unconscious decency, I never used it like some women did and do. Purple bell bottom hip huggers and waffle-stomper boots with a pretty elastic top gave a clear view to my … Continue reading Hold Your Head Up

Dear Lynn here comes another Autumn I can feel it and you…

The smoke filled her brown VW bug from her little pipe. It was something I never tried before. We then entered the theater to go see the 1977 horror thriller Suspira. "Come on Holly you will love it. It is the scariest movie you will ever see.""Lynn where am I?" Lynn is here. At the … Continue reading Dear Lynn here comes another Autumn I can feel it and you…

A Lark down Hollywood Blvd with Marilyn Monroe

I wanted to be treated as a human being who had earned a few rights since her orphanage days. ~ Marilyn Monroe Ruth took this picture. Holly with Flowers at 14. The Crusstos moved into the neighborhood when I was twelve. This meant saying goodbye to my best friend Wayno who left the house they … Continue reading A Lark down Hollywood Blvd with Marilyn Monroe

Surf’s UP!

http://youtu.be/OGke6pnT1d0 I listened to the Beach Boys a lot in the 70's mostly because my older siblings had their LPs around the house and later cause one of my first boy friends played them. Surfin' Safari and Shut Down Volume 2. I experienced their music when I would ditch-school to go to the beach in … Continue reading Surf’s UP!

I feel love: RIP Donna Summers

When I think of music and the late 70’s and early 80’s, I think of crashing rogue waves against me of all types of music. There were the discotheques and rock clubs to dance at. Most importantly there were the punk clubs to pogo at… the moving levels of sounds and adventure filled my every … Continue reading I feel love: RIP Donna Summers