Archive for December, 2012

December 27, 2012

…………………..2012: A List………………

(Hope you don’t get seasick) p.s. it’s all local


Cassettes were all the rage this year. Massenger was my favorite band.

Recorded Music
The Pullmen
D on Darox and the Melody Joy Bakers



Live Music
Wussy at Zoey’s
Pangea at Indie West Fest
The Pullmen at Bombay
Kapeesh at Red Cove
Alexandra and the Starlight Band at Zoey’s
Miguel Garcia & the Vaquetones at Yolie’s
OFWGKTA at the Ventura Theater (for the sheer spectacle of it)


Outstanding film! Bob Forrest actually remembered me from the old days.

Bob and the Monster at Indie West Fest


Shenanigans at the Scavenger Hunt. (Appropriately, I stole this photo.)

The Local Rock Picnic
86 Scavenger Hunt (I was a secret weapon. Plus, I sacrificed my son’s innocence. See pic.)
Westside ArtWalk

comics comics

Comics and Comics at Hypno Comics

Comics and Comics at Hypno Comics


I purchased one of these pieces from Sean Tully. Can you guess which one?

Sean Tully at The WAV
Stacie Logue’s guerrilla bluebirds
Paul Lindhard’s gateway to Ventura
Evan Ames’ and Lauren Mosinka’s yard sale
Everything at Sylvia White Gallery
Michael Pearce at Carnegie Art Museum
Art of Autism at Westside ArtWalk
MB Hanrahan’s Scabenue Calendar


End Transmission: The Life and Death of the People’s Radio

December 27, 2012

You are intrepid

dont play niceChristmas Eve, 5 p.m. I’m sitting in my car in front of my mailbox waiting for a mail delivery. I see the mail carrier is at the corner and I’m in the middle of the block, so I lean my seat back and take a few moments to eyeball some magnificent post-storm clouds in the distance, occasionally glancing in my rear view mirror to track the carrier’s progress.

It’s cold. It’s late. He probably wishes he was doing anything but this. As he approaches, an older gentleman (“older” being at least five years past my 49 years) on a bicycle pulls alongside the car parked in front of me and begins calling to the carrier.

“You are intrepid, brother man!”

The carrier does his best to ignore the man on the bike with a scar nearly the length of his entire calve.

“It’s almost dark and you’re out here making sure those last packages and cards get to their destinations by Christmas,” he yells, cars racing by. His voice is in the James Earl Jones register, kind but authoritative.

I can’t hear how the carrier is responding, if he’s responding. I can only see him, focused, intent on getting the job done.

The cyclist thanks the carrier for his hard work and wishes him to arrive home with his loved ones quickly and safely.

“You are intrepid, brother man!”

(Lately I’ve noticed what appears to be an increasing tendency toward¬† suspicion and disdain among people during every day encounters. When did we begin defaulting to meanness? What changed in humanity to create such casual hostility among us? All I know is we need things like what I witnessed to happen more often. We need to default to friendliness, compassion.¬† Let’s not imagine a world where strangers stop in the middle of the street to offer encouragement to the weary. Let’s be that world. )

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