Roxy, 9009 West Sunset Blvd, West Hollywood, CA
There is a legendary nightclub located on Sunset Boulevard that is an entertainment Mecca: Roxy. There are extensive collections of musician’s photos that adorn the club’s walls and create stimulation for the music fans. On Friday night, my friends and I went to see the band called Fat Freddy’s Drop. Unexpectedly, Roxy was packed with fascinating fans and it seemed like my friends knew the majority of them. The door man had a gorgeous smile and right from the start I felt like the evening was going to be interesting. Inside the place, people were getting anxious for the show to begin. The first band was great; the crowd was dancing to the rhythm of their Caribbean vibe. While I was in front of the stage I couldn’t help myself but to give in to the free and captivating rhythm. As Fat Freddy’s Drop was getting ready to make their appearance, I took the opportunity to search for my friends. I got into the VIP area and surprisingly, I found my friends waiting for the group’s entrance. Fat Freddy’s Drop is a seven piece Roots/ Reggae/ Jazz/Soul band from New Zealand. The band formed in the late 1990’s and today their music is epic. Every single musician in the band is extraordinary, and all of them combined make the viewer’s spirit tremble. The night was getting better and better as the music hypnotized the spectators and the drinks kept flowing. When Fat Freddy’s Drop prepared to play the last song of their set, the crowd was disappointed that the good times and music were coming to an end. Fortunately, they pleased their fans with one extra song. Finally, we all accepted that the show finished and we left Roxy’s to go home but with happy spirits.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Happiness is in this house
Jane’s house, 6541 Hollywood Blvd, Hollywood, CA
There is a Victorian house in the middle of the busy city of Hollywood. The Victorian house is exceptional not only because it is the last remaining residential home in the area but because there is a celebration everyday on the property. The courtyard was built in 1903 and it used to be a family run-school house. Fortunately, today the house has been renovated and reopened as a club-bar where you can party like a rock star. Sherwin and Jules, my friends, took me to this unique home. My first reaction was amazement, a bit later, joy. There isn’t a word good enough that will explain the gratification of the feeling inside. The interesting crowd that goes there likes to celebrate life with style. My friends and I explored every corner of the cottage and we discovered happiness in each room of the house. We found a room that we hung out in for some time and it was our own private tea room. There were other rooms where we danced like there was no tomorrow and couches where we relaxed like it was our own house. Simon, the DJ, played fun music and Charles, a friend of his, danced with the rhythm of the music. The bartender was handsome and friendly, a rare combo that is hard to find these days. My friends and I had a blast and it looks like happiness can be found in this house.
There is a Victorian house in the middle of the busy city of Hollywood. The Victorian house is exceptional not only because it is the last remaining residential home in the area but because there is a celebration everyday on the property. The courtyard was built in 1903 and it used to be a family run-school house. Fortunately, today the house has been renovated and reopened as a club-bar where you can party like a rock star. Sherwin and Jules, my friends, took me to this unique home. My first reaction was amazement, a bit later, joy. There isn’t a word good enough that will explain the gratification of the feeling inside. The interesting crowd that goes there likes to celebrate life with style. My friends and I explored every corner of the cottage and we discovered happiness in each room of the house. We found a room that we hung out in for some time and it was our own private tea room. There were other rooms where we danced like there was no tomorrow and couches where we relaxed like it was our own house. Simon, the DJ, played fun music and Charles, a friend of his, danced with the rhythm of the music. The bartender was handsome and friendly, a rare combo that is hard to find these days. My friends and I had a blast and it looks like happiness can be found in this house.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Gaywood City
The Abbey, 692 N Robertson Blvd, West Hollywood, CA
West Hollywood is the city of excitement. Beautiful men and women hangout regularly and the city seems like it never goes to sleep. There is a bar called the Abbey which is one of the hottest spots in the area. The variety of interesting people who hang out there makes this location very unique. I wanted to have an unusual evening so I headed to this bar. The Abbey is well known for their martinis and gorgeous bartenders. Reese and Chad were more than good looking bartenders-they were the main reason why people kept asking for more drinks. As I sat near the bar to admire the bartenders' skills, Richard, a guy who sat next to me, said he was from London. He waited for his friend, Adie, to have a few drinks and go to East-West bar for lady’s night. While Richard and Adie sipped their alcoholic beverages, they shared with me about their favorite movie called “Hedwig and the Angry Inch”. Apparently it is a very funny movie. Richard asked for another vodka-tonic and said that his favorite quote was: “love and human remains”. Shortly, Tara, a friend of mine, showed up and told me about her jail experience. Due to a DUI, she was in county jail for thirty six hours. As we were chatting, a facinating character walked in and we couldn’t help ourselves but to turn around and watch the interesting show. Tara immediately went to her to converse and to introduce herself. Carolina was her name and she wore high heel boots, a sexy mini dress, trendy hair and red lipstick. She felt comfortable with us and showed us pictures of her girlfriend and boyfriend. She was a very attractive man who had very expensive taste. She shared with us that she likes rich and powerful men. I was confused about her sexuality so I asked her. She said he was trapped in a man’s body. Unfortunately, she had to go to meet her date. The Abbey was getting fuller by the minute and drunks were getting drunker by the second. Tara’s friends danced and laughed with strangers and Richard and Adie left to go to another bar. As we decided to leave, another guy invited us to go to a house party. We couldn’t make it because we were so tired. West Hollywood is an exciting city and also a friendly one where anything can happen.
West Hollywood is the city of excitement. Beautiful men and women hangout regularly and the city seems like it never goes to sleep. There is a bar called the Abbey which is one of the hottest spots in the area. The variety of interesting people who hang out there makes this location very unique. I wanted to have an unusual evening so I headed to this bar. The Abbey is well known for their martinis and gorgeous bartenders. Reese and Chad were more than good looking bartenders-they were the main reason why people kept asking for more drinks. As I sat near the bar to admire the bartenders' skills, Richard, a guy who sat next to me, said he was from London. He waited for his friend, Adie, to have a few drinks and go to East-West bar for lady’s night. While Richard and Adie sipped their alcoholic beverages, they shared with me about their favorite movie called “Hedwig and the Angry Inch”. Apparently it is a very funny movie. Richard asked for another vodka-tonic and said that his favorite quote was: “love and human remains”. Shortly, Tara, a friend of mine, showed up and told me about her jail experience. Due to a DUI, she was in county jail for thirty six hours. As we were chatting, a facinating character walked in and we couldn’t help ourselves but to turn around and watch the interesting show. Tara immediately went to her to converse and to introduce herself. Carolina was her name and she wore high heel boots, a sexy mini dress, trendy hair and red lipstick. She felt comfortable with us and showed us pictures of her girlfriend and boyfriend. She was a very attractive man who had very expensive taste. She shared with us that she likes rich and powerful men. I was confused about her sexuality so I asked her. She said he was trapped in a man’s body. Unfortunately, she had to go to meet her date. The Abbey was getting fuller by the minute and drunks were getting drunker by the second. Tara’s friends danced and laughed with strangers and Richard and Adie left to go to another bar. As we decided to leave, another guy invited us to go to a house party. We couldn’t make it because we were so tired. West Hollywood is an exciting city and also a friendly one where anything can happen.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
High is on top of the world
Erwin Hotel, 1697 Pacific Ave, Venice Beach, CA
Venice Beach is a place to relax; moreover, it’s a meeting spot for many tourists and locals. On top of the Erwin Hotel, there is a hangout called “High”. As I escalated to get there, I couldn’t help myself but step back for some time to admire the gorgeous sunset, the city lights and the ocean view. The service was outstanding and the beautiful people contributed to add even more to a fantastic evening. As soon as I found my friends, the people next to us began to make conversation. Nathan, a guy from Australia, who wore a karate outfit, danced with the rhythm of the music. Apparently Andre, the DJ, from France who was a good friend, shared his music skills to entertain the crowd, especially his friends. Nathan said that he was leaving Venice Beach for good to meet with his beloved one in Austria. That night, his large group of friends celebrated his getaway. Andre seduced all of us with his good taste of music and as we danced and laughed, a police helicopter flew near the hotel. It seemed like someone was on the run and the helicopter flew in circles on top of us. Consequently we had a moment of reflection, we were free and happy. Magic was in the air and we didn’t want the night to end. Nathan danced all night long and his energy was contagious. People danced with him. Venice Beach is well known for being laid back and together with a place like “High” you are guaranteed to get what the doctor recommended, good times.
Venice Beach is a place to relax; moreover, it’s a meeting spot for many tourists and locals. On top of the Erwin Hotel, there is a hangout called “High”. As I escalated to get there, I couldn’t help myself but step back for some time to admire the gorgeous sunset, the city lights and the ocean view. The service was outstanding and the beautiful people contributed to add even more to a fantastic evening. As soon as I found my friends, the people next to us began to make conversation. Nathan, a guy from Australia, who wore a karate outfit, danced with the rhythm of the music. Apparently Andre, the DJ, from France who was a good friend, shared his music skills to entertain the crowd, especially his friends. Nathan said that he was leaving Venice Beach for good to meet with his beloved one in Austria. That night, his large group of friends celebrated his getaway. Andre seduced all of us with his good taste of music and as we danced and laughed, a police helicopter flew near the hotel. It seemed like someone was on the run and the helicopter flew in circles on top of us. Consequently we had a moment of reflection, we were free and happy. Magic was in the air and we didn’t want the night to end. Nathan danced all night long and his energy was contagious. People danced with him. Venice Beach is well known for being laid back and together with a place like “High” you are guaranteed to get what the doctor recommended, good times.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Golf Tournament
Pacific Palm Golf Resort, 1 Industry Hills Pkwy, City of Industry
Golf is more than a sport – it’s a lifestyle. It turns into a social experience during tournaments when celebrities come along with fashionistas and paparazzi. The GO2GIRL team and the rest of world gathered for the special event. The golf venue had spectacular views of the San Gabriel Mountains and the course itself was in an astonishing condition. A beautiful place with beautiful people is a treat that I can take any day. I was energized by the excitement of the sport; however, the handsome men added an extra flavor to the occasion. Celebrities like Beverly Johnson, Marcus Allen, Elgin Baylor, etc were the center of the attention and the GO2Girl team made sure their service needs were completely satisfied. Golf courses know exactly what to provide to the sport lovers in order to make their life simpler. That’s why golf carts are part of the sport requirements. A walk on the long lawn would have been exhausting for the players and for me. While the celebrities tried to make a hole in one, I was at the bar ready to engage in a golf conversation. As I approached the bar, Cara, the bartender was friendly and informative about the surroundings. Van, a girl who sat next to me ordered tequila. She looked tired and overworked; apparently, tequila was her drink of choice. Van sipped her tequila like water and it looked like it was medicine for her. I asked her about the tournament and she said that she was working for them and with them. Van said that hanging with pleasant people was rewarding. Van left the bar with a bright smile after her third tequila drink. The bar was a popular place in the golf course and was getting more and more packed by the minute. Cara was an extraordinary bartender because everyone seemed content; especially during the rush hour. Cara served the clientele like a champion, with fast and polite service. The tournament finished and dinner was served for the occasion. Trophies were given to the winners and speeches were part of the entertainment too. Unfortunately, the day ended but we all went home with a remarkable experience, a golf one.
Golf is more than a sport – it’s a lifestyle. It turns into a social experience during tournaments when celebrities come along with fashionistas and paparazzi. The GO2GIRL team and the rest of world gathered for the special event. The golf venue had spectacular views of the San Gabriel Mountains and the course itself was in an astonishing condition. A beautiful place with beautiful people is a treat that I can take any day. I was energized by the excitement of the sport; however, the handsome men added an extra flavor to the occasion. Celebrities like Beverly Johnson, Marcus Allen, Elgin Baylor, etc were the center of the attention and the GO2Girl team made sure their service needs were completely satisfied. Golf courses know exactly what to provide to the sport lovers in order to make their life simpler. That’s why golf carts are part of the sport requirements. A walk on the long lawn would have been exhausting for the players and for me. While the celebrities tried to make a hole in one, I was at the bar ready to engage in a golf conversation. As I approached the bar, Cara, the bartender was friendly and informative about the surroundings. Van, a girl who sat next to me ordered tequila. She looked tired and overworked; apparently, tequila was her drink of choice. Van sipped her tequila like water and it looked like it was medicine for her. I asked her about the tournament and she said that she was working for them and with them. Van said that hanging with pleasant people was rewarding. Van left the bar with a bright smile after her third tequila drink. The bar was a popular place in the golf course and was getting more and more packed by the minute. Cara was an extraordinary bartender because everyone seemed content; especially during the rush hour. Cara served the clientele like a champion, with fast and polite service. The tournament finished and dinner was served for the occasion. Trophies were given to the winners and speeches were part of the entertainment too. Unfortunately, the day ended but we all went home with a remarkable experience, a golf one.
Friday, October 16, 2009
The stylish art called fashion
Onetake Studio, 821 Mateo St, Los Angeles
Fashion shows are like a dream because the surrealism around it. First being beautiful seemed to be a requirement for the event, but soon enough people were bound together for another reason: visual relaxation. That night, Macy Gray performed for all the Fashionistas and we all went wild. Her voice, her appearance and the place itself was the perfect blend for an exciting evening. As I approached the bar to get drinks, I realized the bartenders were as gorgeous as the models. The “Jerell Scott Collection” was fabulous and well presented. They played a documentary on a projector about how the filmed the models with animals such as zebras, chickens and goats which enhanced the show even more. Chard, my friend, danced to Macy’s rhythm as the music played in the back of the studio. Macy captured more than just fun times, but an appreciation of this stylish art called fashion. Models in general are beautiful people who are in my opinion misunderstood. They are more than beautiful faces; they are intelligent and emotional human beings as well. The party went on all night long, and we stayed till closing. Apparently, there was another party to go to but I decided to save the good times for the next one. Love people who love fun for life.
Fashion shows are like a dream because the surrealism around it. First being beautiful seemed to be a requirement for the event, but soon enough people were bound together for another reason: visual relaxation. That night, Macy Gray performed for all the Fashionistas and we all went wild. Her voice, her appearance and the place itself was the perfect blend for an exciting evening. As I approached the bar to get drinks, I realized the bartenders were as gorgeous as the models. The “Jerell Scott Collection” was fabulous and well presented. They played a documentary on a projector about how the filmed the models with animals such as zebras, chickens and goats which enhanced the show even more. Chard, my friend, danced to Macy’s rhythm as the music played in the back of the studio. Macy captured more than just fun times, but an appreciation of this stylish art called fashion. Models in general are beautiful people who are in my opinion misunderstood. They are more than beautiful faces; they are intelligent and emotional human beings as well. The party went on all night long, and we stayed till closing. Apparently, there was another party to go to but I decided to save the good times for the next one. Love people who love fun for life.
Friday, October 2, 2009
The Parlor
The Parlor, 1519 Wilshire Blvd, Santa Monica, CA
Spring break vacation is a good description of this fabulous place. I was introduced to this bar by my two good friends, Shardean and Judith. They frequently make an appearance at The Parlor to experience laughs and good times. The first time I went there, I was blinded by the young crowd, I thought that it was “too college” for me, but It didn’t take me long to change my mind. I realized that the venue was a fun place, because everyone wanted the same thing: enjoyment. I’ve seen many things change with time, for instance: a baby to an adult, a bug to a butterfly, an egg to a chick, etc. However, mature men disguised in younger bodies and packed in a bar is new to me. Usually my friends meet lots of interesting people and so did I. The bartenders are handsome, they look like Greek gods; the music is upbeat and fun to dance to. As I looked around, I couldn’t help myself to see an older guy flirting with younger women but unfortunately, the competition is tight. The guys who frequent the bar are fit and gorgeous. Brandon, a guy from New Jersey, talked to me about his hometown and bought me an energy drink, while he talked very politely to me; I starred at his good looks. Michael, another customer, talked to me about a trip to Spain but all I heard was his body language. Shardean and Judith are very brilliant; they know the exact meaning of enjoyment: The Parlor.
Spring break vacation is a good description of this fabulous place. I was introduced to this bar by my two good friends, Shardean and Judith. They frequently make an appearance at The Parlor to experience laughs and good times. The first time I went there, I was blinded by the young crowd, I thought that it was “too college” for me, but It didn’t take me long to change my mind. I realized that the venue was a fun place, because everyone wanted the same thing: enjoyment. I’ve seen many things change with time, for instance: a baby to an adult, a bug to a butterfly, an egg to a chick, etc. However, mature men disguised in younger bodies and packed in a bar is new to me. Usually my friends meet lots of interesting people and so did I. The bartenders are handsome, they look like Greek gods; the music is upbeat and fun to dance to. As I looked around, I couldn’t help myself to see an older guy flirting with younger women but unfortunately, the competition is tight. The guys who frequent the bar are fit and gorgeous. Brandon, a guy from New Jersey, talked to me about his hometown and bought me an energy drink, while he talked very politely to me; I starred at his good looks. Michael, another customer, talked to me about a trip to Spain but all I heard was his body language. Shardean and Judith are very brilliant; they know the exact meaning of enjoyment: The Parlor.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Abbot Kinney Festival
Venice Beach, Abbot Kinney Blvd, CA
Venice Beach has always been known for its unique fashion, eclectic music, multi-cultural crowd, etc. Venice attracts all sorts of people: the rich, the poor, the hippies, the homeless, the famous and the talented. The most important thing is that everyone feels the same and has a free spirit. Abbot Kinney is one the many boulevards located in Venice which has a lot of personality because there are coffee shops, art stores, clothing stores, antiques stores, etc. This year, Abbot Kinney celebrated its 25th anniversary, and it was a fun party. There were booths with food, clothing, live music, alcoholic drinks, performers and an eclectic crowd who enjoyed all of it. I waited for friends to join me but while I waited I met other people. This place was a fun carnival, especially the performers who created an atmosphere out of the normal. An entertainer, who wore a Speedo, had a show with two plastic cobras. Another entertainer, who wore a Speedo as well, but his show was about himself and the Speedo. Finally, my friends arrived and we walked all over the boulevard. I had to leave early because of other engagements, but the party was going on apparently for a long time. Later that evening, I was at a friend of mine’s house and she waited for her friend, Lennox. Unfortunately, Lennox arrived two hours later because he was at Abbot Kinney festival too. Indeed, the 25th anniversary was phenomenal.
Venice Beach has always been known for its unique fashion, eclectic music, multi-cultural crowd, etc. Venice attracts all sorts of people: the rich, the poor, the hippies, the homeless, the famous and the talented. The most important thing is that everyone feels the same and has a free spirit. Abbot Kinney is one the many boulevards located in Venice which has a lot of personality because there are coffee shops, art stores, clothing stores, antiques stores, etc. This year, Abbot Kinney celebrated its 25th anniversary, and it was a fun party. There were booths with food, clothing, live music, alcoholic drinks, performers and an eclectic crowd who enjoyed all of it. I waited for friends to join me but while I waited I met other people. This place was a fun carnival, especially the performers who created an atmosphere out of the normal. An entertainer, who wore a Speedo, had a show with two plastic cobras. Another entertainer, who wore a Speedo as well, but his show was about himself and the Speedo. Finally, my friends arrived and we walked all over the boulevard. I had to leave early because of other engagements, but the party was going on apparently for a long time. Later that evening, I was at a friend of mine’s house and she waited for her friend, Lennox. Unfortunately, Lennox arrived two hours later because he was at Abbot Kinney festival too. Indeed, the 25th anniversary was phenomenal.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The Barrel a music festival
Barrel, 23715 Malibu Rd, Malibu, CA
This place is a fun hangout and people come here for many different reasons, among them: drinking and singing. Wednesday’s are karaoke nights and happy hours are on Monday through Friday from 5pm to 7pm. People in general think that Malibu is a place for the rich and the unfriendly; however, the Barrel attracted a pleasant crowd from Malibu and other locations. People were friendly and polite, especially the males, they smiled and danced all night long like the Barrel was a music festival. Damian, a friendly guy, introduced me to his friends and told me lots of interesting stories. Doug his friend, danced with me and he sang about six karaoke songs before he got drunk. I loved the fact that the venue is a casual environment; beach wear is the most common and flip-flops are the shoe of choice. The Barrel is a vacation spot for anybody that wants a place to talk and relax. Chris, a regular, told me that he lives at a motel nearby and he also said he spoke Spanish fluently. Afterwards, he kept repeating “Telemundo” continually. Unfortunately, the time went fast at the Barrel and in the blink of an eye it was time to go home. The Barrel is more than a happy hangout; rather it’s a place with good spirits.
This place is a fun hangout and people come here for many different reasons, among them: drinking and singing. Wednesday’s are karaoke nights and happy hours are on Monday through Friday from 5pm to 7pm. People in general think that Malibu is a place for the rich and the unfriendly; however, the Barrel attracted a pleasant crowd from Malibu and other locations. People were friendly and polite, especially the males, they smiled and danced all night long like the Barrel was a music festival. Damian, a friendly guy, introduced me to his friends and told me lots of interesting stories. Doug his friend, danced with me and he sang about six karaoke songs before he got drunk. I loved the fact that the venue is a casual environment; beach wear is the most common and flip-flops are the shoe of choice. The Barrel is a vacation spot for anybody that wants a place to talk and relax. Chris, a regular, told me that he lives at a motel nearby and he also said he spoke Spanish fluently. Afterwards, he kept repeating “Telemundo” continually. Unfortunately, the time went fast at the Barrel and in the blink of an eye it was time to go home. The Barrel is more than a happy hangout; rather it’s a place with good spirits.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Centennial Celebration
Santa Monica Pier, 200 Santa Monica Pier, CA
Santa Monica Pier celebrated her 100th birthday in style. Ever since the first time I felt Santa Monica’s breeze on my face, I have been captivated by her beauty. I knew I was going to live there for some time; today many years later, I’m still here and happy. There aren’t enough words to describe the peacefulness that she provides, but I can write about her grand celebration. The day of her birthday started with a blessing at 7:00 am by a Priest, Rabbi and Mullah. Later that evening was the big party. People danced on the sand, pier and in bars nearby. I walked around and got a buzz from just looking at people’s faces. The crowd and I waited for the big show: fireworks. The city had planned an unforgettable fireworks display for everyone. Finally, the performance began and it was truly astonishing. The fireworks lasted for at least half an hour and all night long, people kept dancing and smiling. Unfortunately, the night ended and I went home, however, I am a fortunate individual who witnessed this amazing centennial celebration. Hail to the Santa Monica Pier!
Santa Monica Pier celebrated her 100th birthday in style. Ever since the first time I felt Santa Monica’s breeze on my face, I have been captivated by her beauty. I knew I was going to live there for some time; today many years later, I’m still here and happy. There aren’t enough words to describe the peacefulness that she provides, but I can write about her grand celebration. The day of her birthday started with a blessing at 7:00 am by a Priest, Rabbi and Mullah. Later that evening was the big party. People danced on the sand, pier and in bars nearby. I walked around and got a buzz from just looking at people’s faces. The crowd and I waited for the big show: fireworks. The city had planned an unforgettable fireworks display for everyone. Finally, the performance began and it was truly astonishing. The fireworks lasted for at least half an hour and all night long, people kept dancing and smiling. Unfortunately, the night ended and I went home, however, I am a fortunate individual who witnessed this amazing centennial celebration. Hail to the Santa Monica Pier!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Edison Bar
Edison Bar, 108 W. 2nd St #101, Los Angeles
This bar has personality written all over it. I would call this place a work of art. People were trendy and the cocktails seemed too fancy for our time. I felt like Charlie Chaplin or Betty Boop was about to appear at any moment, it was straight out of the 1930s. A cocktail waitress passed by and asked me if I wanted some Absinthe, which looked like it was created in a chemistry lab. Her whole get-up was very convincing so people bought lot of them. The live music was fantastic! The architecture was equally interesting. I was able to find a little short story in every room. I want to come back to this place especially because the bartenders made me feel welcome. That evening I stayed till closing, yet I wish the night never ended.
This bar has personality written all over it. I would call this place a work of art. People were trendy and the cocktails seemed too fancy for our time. I felt like Charlie Chaplin or Betty Boop was about to appear at any moment, it was straight out of the 1930s. A cocktail waitress passed by and asked me if I wanted some Absinthe, which looked like it was created in a chemistry lab. Her whole get-up was very convincing so people bought lot of them. The live music was fantastic! The architecture was equally interesting. I was able to find a little short story in every room. I want to come back to this place especially because the bartenders made me feel welcome. That evening I stayed till closing, yet I wish the night never ended.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Oiwake: a festivity
Oiwake, 122 Japanese Village, Los Angeles, CA
Diane, my friend, celebrated her birthday at this unique bar-karaoke place. Oiwake is located at “Little Tokyo” on the second floor in the plaza mall. The people that hangout there are a younger crowd with happy spirits. John and Mike, two friendly bartenders, served the thirsty clientele and kept the bar entertained. On the other hand, Diane sang the song: “Girls Just Want Have Fun”. She was a natural, in fact, the more she drank the more she sang. People in the bar got louder and it seemed that everyone was waiting in line to perform on stage. Oiwake is a happy hangout, and they served all kinds of alcoholic beverages. The smell of sushi and sake was part of the bar’s personality, however, it was suitable. Finally, Diane finished her karaoke song and whispered something into my ear, but all I heard was a foreign language. I think she spoke the language of alcohol. The bar didn’t have irritating people, rather, a fun clientele. Diane’s birthday celebration was fun because of the good energy among her friends but also because of Oiwake’s cheerfulness. I remember people’s laughter while I was exiting the venue and was happy for the good times my friend had. I would like to return to this fabulous place for many different reasons, most of all, for good times.
Diane, my friend, celebrated her birthday at this unique bar-karaoke place. Oiwake is located at “Little Tokyo” on the second floor in the plaza mall. The people that hangout there are a younger crowd with happy spirits. John and Mike, two friendly bartenders, served the thirsty clientele and kept the bar entertained. On the other hand, Diane sang the song: “Girls Just Want Have Fun”. She was a natural, in fact, the more she drank the more she sang. People in the bar got louder and it seemed that everyone was waiting in line to perform on stage. Oiwake is a happy hangout, and they served all kinds of alcoholic beverages. The smell of sushi and sake was part of the bar’s personality, however, it was suitable. Finally, Diane finished her karaoke song and whispered something into my ear, but all I heard was a foreign language. I think she spoke the language of alcohol. The bar didn’t have irritating people, rather, a fun clientele. Diane’s birthday celebration was fun because of the good energy among her friends but also because of Oiwake’s cheerfulness. I remember people’s laughter while I was exiting the venue and was happy for the good times my friend had. I would like to return to this fabulous place for many different reasons, most of all, for good times.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Vincent: a place where everyone knows your name
Vincent Hill Station, 553 Sierra Hwy, Palmdale, CA
Road trips can get interesting, especially if there are uncontrollable fires all over the county. My friend, Essa and I helped evacuate a few Alpacas out of the area and decided to make a quick stop at this bar. Luckily, the bar was open and crowded. That evening was “open mic night” and we were unbelievably hungry. Unfortunately the kitchen was closed. Consequently, Kristy, the bartender let Essa cook anything she wanted. On the other hand, Paul, the musician and lead singer, invited me to sing in the band. This venue was full of interesting characters like Drake, a cowboy, who had a long white beard and was also a singer. Michael was another interesting person. He was a customer who kept the place rocking and rolling because of his stimulating personality. Vincent Hill Station is more than a bar-restaurant; it is a place where everyone knows your name. Essa cooked such a great supper which attracted strangers to eat it. Towards the end of the meal we were all one family. Paul and I kept singing apparently it was contagious because the clientele joined us too. The whole place had this fabulous energy which kept all of us singing, smiling, laughing, eating and drinking. Sometimes, places are charming; sometimes the people bring enchantment to a place. But once in a blue moon, both the people and the place are magical. Essa and I helped the animals and that was a good deed but we received a lot more in exchange, we received unconditional love.
Road trips can get interesting, especially if there are uncontrollable fires all over the county. My friend, Essa and I helped evacuate a few Alpacas out of the area and decided to make a quick stop at this bar. Luckily, the bar was open and crowded. That evening was “open mic night” and we were unbelievably hungry. Unfortunately the kitchen was closed. Consequently, Kristy, the bartender let Essa cook anything she wanted. On the other hand, Paul, the musician and lead singer, invited me to sing in the band. This venue was full of interesting characters like Drake, a cowboy, who had a long white beard and was also a singer. Michael was another interesting person. He was a customer who kept the place rocking and rolling because of his stimulating personality. Vincent Hill Station is more than a bar-restaurant; it is a place where everyone knows your name. Essa cooked such a great supper which attracted strangers to eat it. Towards the end of the meal we were all one family. Paul and I kept singing apparently it was contagious because the clientele joined us too. The whole place had this fabulous energy which kept all of us singing, smiling, laughing, eating and drinking. Sometimes, places are charming; sometimes the people bring enchantment to a place. But once in a blue moon, both the people and the place are magical. Essa and I helped the animals and that was a good deed but we received a lot more in exchange, we received unconditional love.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Lost & Found: a dive bar story
Lost & Found, 11700 National Blvd, Los Angeles, CA
Toni, the bartender, was friendly and knowledgeable about alcoholic beverages; however, her service spoke louder than her words. That night, I was looking for an interesting bar and I found a great dive bar. Lost & Found had inexpensive drinks, and the regular crowd makes the bar genuine and cozy for any newcomer. Toni asked me why I picked this bar and my answer was that the bar picked me! People are like seasons-they change over time. People who’ve only had one or two drinks are completely different after their fifth or sixth drink. She seemed to enjoy people’s changing behavior after a few drinks; she said it’s like having multiple personalities in one body. Some people kept talking about Israeli currency; Shekels. I wasn‘t nosy, but I overheard lots of bizarre conversations among the crowd. “Try and Love” by the Eagles was playing on the fabulous jukebox and was Toni’s favorite song. This dive bar was getting more interesting by the minute. Near the bar was a board for the regular’s birthdays. I asked Joseph, who sat near me, if his name was on it. He smiled sinisterly and said, 77 years ago he was born on January 1st and this year he celebrated his birthday at “Lost & Found” with family. He spoke about his “better half”; he proudly said she doesn’t know where he hangs out. Steve, his friend and another regular, just smiled about everything. Dominique, another person who sat near me, sipped her vodka cranberry and picked lots of good music: James Brown, Barry White, etc. Toni explained to me that dive bars have rules like: if a drinker puts his empty glass by the edge of the bar it means they want a refill. That night, I realized the meaning of the saying “knowledge is power”: I learned about seasons, behaviors, rules, fidelity and most importantly, good times. Unfortunately, I left early but I am looking forward to find myself here again.
Toni, the bartender, was friendly and knowledgeable about alcoholic beverages; however, her service spoke louder than her words. That night, I was looking for an interesting bar and I found a great dive bar. Lost & Found had inexpensive drinks, and the regular crowd makes the bar genuine and cozy for any newcomer. Toni asked me why I picked this bar and my answer was that the bar picked me! People are like seasons-they change over time. People who’ve only had one or two drinks are completely different after their fifth or sixth drink. She seemed to enjoy people’s changing behavior after a few drinks; she said it’s like having multiple personalities in one body. Some people kept talking about Israeli currency; Shekels. I wasn‘t nosy, but I overheard lots of bizarre conversations among the crowd. “Try and Love” by the Eagles was playing on the fabulous jukebox and was Toni’s favorite song. This dive bar was getting more interesting by the minute. Near the bar was a board for the regular’s birthdays. I asked Joseph, who sat near me, if his name was on it. He smiled sinisterly and said, 77 years ago he was born on January 1st and this year he celebrated his birthday at “Lost & Found” with family. He spoke about his “better half”; he proudly said she doesn’t know where he hangs out. Steve, his friend and another regular, just smiled about everything. Dominique, another person who sat near me, sipped her vodka cranberry and picked lots of good music: James Brown, Barry White, etc. Toni explained to me that dive bars have rules like: if a drinker puts his empty glass by the edge of the bar it means they want a refill. That night, I realized the meaning of the saying “knowledge is power”: I learned about seasons, behaviors, rules, fidelity and most importantly, good times. Unfortunately, I left early but I am looking forward to find myself here again.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Barragan's the disguised bar
Barragan’s, 1538 W Sunset Blvd, Los Angeles, CA
There is a great bar disguised as a restaurant for Dodgers fans or anybody who enjoys an alcoholic beverage. Wednesdays are happy nights because Margaritas are $2.75 all day. The restaurant is located near the Dodgers stadium and provides their fans with an enjoyable hangout. Barragan’s is a family business that has been running for as long as 48 years - in other words, they know how to treat a client. That night, I went to the Dodgers stadium to watch a game but, due to the lack of seats, I left. Luckily, I found this hangout when I noticed all of the commotion by the entrance of the restaurant. I was curious, I walked inside and I found a bar packed with happy people. As I approached the bar, Ramiro, the bartender, was friendly and popular among the clientele. Rosa, who sat near me, ordered a Margarita and a shot of Wabo tequila. She seemed happy and friendly. There was a DJ and another bar on the second floor; I was amused by the eclectic crowd and lots of laughter among them. Wednesday nights the place stays open till midnight with special prices on drinks. The second floor has a patio that both smokers and drinkers use for relaxation. The Dodgers game was shown on every television that they had, so I felt like I was in the stadium. Unfortunately, the Dodgers lost, so I left the place but I wasn’t sad for their loss, rather, I was happy for my bar discovery.
There is a great bar disguised as a restaurant for Dodgers fans or anybody who enjoys an alcoholic beverage. Wednesdays are happy nights because Margaritas are $2.75 all day. The restaurant is located near the Dodgers stadium and provides their fans with an enjoyable hangout. Barragan’s is a family business that has been running for as long as 48 years - in other words, they know how to treat a client. That night, I went to the Dodgers stadium to watch a game but, due to the lack of seats, I left. Luckily, I found this hangout when I noticed all of the commotion by the entrance of the restaurant. I was curious, I walked inside and I found a bar packed with happy people. As I approached the bar, Ramiro, the bartender, was friendly and popular among the clientele. Rosa, who sat near me, ordered a Margarita and a shot of Wabo tequila. She seemed happy and friendly. There was a DJ and another bar on the second floor; I was amused by the eclectic crowd and lots of laughter among them. Wednesday nights the place stays open till midnight with special prices on drinks. The second floor has a patio that both smokers and drinkers use for relaxation. The Dodgers game was shown on every television that they had, so I felt like I was in the stadium. Unfortunately, the Dodgers lost, so I left the place but I wasn’t sad for their loss, rather, I was happy for my bar discovery.
Friday, August 14, 2009
The Majestic Crocker Club
The Crocker Club, 453 South Spring Street, Los Angeles, CA
I‘ve walked through this neighborhood before; however, I’ve never seen the majestic entrance of this bar until that night. As I walked downstairs to get a glimpse of it, I saw the main bar and it immediately brought a smile to my face due the touch of elegance that it had. I couldn’t help myself but to explore every corner of the venue. This bar was filled with class that used to be a bank in the early days. Today it has changed to a totally different experience: to a glamorous parlor. The owners, Vincent Terzian and Thomas Turner, obsessed and thought over every detail in the bar to achieve the grandeur of the 1930’s era. The original bank circular vault door remained intact for pure decorative purposes which provide a powerful feeling of security. There were semi private wooden booths for intimate meetings. Every table was lit by candle light which gives a romantic vibe to the ambiance. There is a Ghost Bar which is semi hidden and located in the far back room. It is named after haunted spirits that occupied the space. Jaime, the good looking bartender, said that Crocker Bar happy hours are on Wednesdays to Fridays from 5:30pm till 7:30pm, and that means $5.00 for all well drinks. Jaime was friendly and frankly his smile was enough to give me a buzz. That night, Art Walk was taking place in the area, therefore I left almost immediately. Nevertheless; I would like to come back for another spooky time in this grand bar.
I‘ve walked through this neighborhood before; however, I’ve never seen the majestic entrance of this bar until that night. As I walked downstairs to get a glimpse of it, I saw the main bar and it immediately brought a smile to my face due the touch of elegance that it had. I couldn’t help myself but to explore every corner of the venue. This bar was filled with class that used to be a bank in the early days. Today it has changed to a totally different experience: to a glamorous parlor. The owners, Vincent Terzian and Thomas Turner, obsessed and thought over every detail in the bar to achieve the grandeur of the 1930’s era. The original bank circular vault door remained intact for pure decorative purposes which provide a powerful feeling of security. There were semi private wooden booths for intimate meetings. Every table was lit by candle light which gives a romantic vibe to the ambiance. There is a Ghost Bar which is semi hidden and located in the far back room. It is named after haunted spirits that occupied the space. Jaime, the good looking bartender, said that Crocker Bar happy hours are on Wednesdays to Fridays from 5:30pm till 7:30pm, and that means $5.00 for all well drinks. Jaime was friendly and frankly his smile was enough to give me a buzz. That night, Art Walk was taking place in the area, therefore I left almost immediately. Nevertheless; I would like to come back for another spooky time in this grand bar.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Royal T with Lolitas
Royal T, 8910 Washington Blvd, Culver City, CA
This is L.A’s first Cosplay Café (costume roleplay) owned by Susan Hancock. In this bar, Susan has created a fantasy ambiance that reflects the “Lolita” subculture. The bartender Ricco informed me that Royal T opened 1 year ago; it’s a combination of an art gallery, shop, and café that offers alcoholic beverages as a bar. Waitresses are dressed as “Lolitas”, and the clientele create a bond between Americans and Japanese. Lolita is a unique fashion style with a gothic touch. The fashion is a subculture in Japan that is primarily influenced by Victorian children clothing and costumes from the Rococo period. The movement started in the late 1970’s and popularized throughout Japanese youth and adult culture. Today in Japan, it’s common to see people wearing “Lolita’s” fashion. This new wave movement has begun to spread in Los Angeles. Susan Hancock is an artist and collector; her impressive art collection reflects her passion for Lolita’s subculture. Susan’s passion spills over her art and into her bar with Royal T’s Lolita event that occurs twice a month. The Lolita events attract rather interesting crowds. As I kept admiring the fashion, Daniel Franzese, an actor, introduced himself to me. He had an art exhibition about superheroes. He informed me about the “Lolitas”; and it seems that I was the only one in the event lacking information. I was impressed by how normal the abnormal is; in other words: crazy is the new normal. Royal T isn’t just a shop, but a comic scene. “Zippercut”, also known as Mandy Ma (she is a regular) served cupcakes and people seemed to love her Lolita’s outfit. Today I don’t have to go to the movies to watch comics, I just have to go to Royal T and enjoy beverages with a “Lolita”.
This is L.A’s first Cosplay Café (costume roleplay) owned by Susan Hancock. In this bar, Susan has created a fantasy ambiance that reflects the “Lolita” subculture. The bartender Ricco informed me that Royal T opened 1 year ago; it’s a combination of an art gallery, shop, and café that offers alcoholic beverages as a bar. Waitresses are dressed as “Lolitas”, and the clientele create a bond between Americans and Japanese. Lolita is a unique fashion style with a gothic touch. The fashion is a subculture in Japan that is primarily influenced by Victorian children clothing and costumes from the Rococo period. The movement started in the late 1970’s and popularized throughout Japanese youth and adult culture. Today in Japan, it’s common to see people wearing “Lolita’s” fashion. This new wave movement has begun to spread in Los Angeles. Susan Hancock is an artist and collector; her impressive art collection reflects her passion for Lolita’s subculture. Susan’s passion spills over her art and into her bar with Royal T’s Lolita event that occurs twice a month. The Lolita events attract rather interesting crowds. As I kept admiring the fashion, Daniel Franzese, an actor, introduced himself to me. He had an art exhibition about superheroes. He informed me about the “Lolitas”; and it seems that I was the only one in the event lacking information. I was impressed by how normal the abnormal is; in other words: crazy is the new normal. Royal T isn’t just a shop, but a comic scene. “Zippercut”, also known as Mandy Ma (she is a regular) served cupcakes and people seemed to love her Lolita’s outfit. Today I don’t have to go to the movies to watch comics, I just have to go to Royal T and enjoy beverages with a “Lolita”.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Eastside Luv story
Eastside Luv, 1835 E. 1st Street, Los Angeles, CA
The bar is located next to Mariachi Plaza; it has a rich history which makes it one of a kind. Guillermo Uribe is the owner and a visionary. He is the reason why Eastside Luv is so attractive, especially to the Chicanos. Charley, the bartender, looks like he was born to work at this place. He was friendly and funny and gave me free Eastside Luv’s stickers. This sexy bar had George Yepes’ Art, a Chicano artist, which creates a Latino ambiance on the walls. That night, Willie Herron and Sid played music, and frankly it was amazing. Willie Herron used to be in a band called “Los Illegals” and Sid was part of a punk band called “The Brat”. Both of them are very talented people. The bar’s décor was done with lots of love; every detail is like a piece of art. The bar itself is made out of solid wood and is situated slightly submerged on the main floor. This creates the sensation that the customer is six inches above the bar and the bartender. Eastside Luv had all kind of alcoholic beverages, the stools near the bar are comfortable seats, and there is a cigar machine which would tempt even the pickiest of clients. There was a patio for the smokers, which is appealing to anybody because a fireplace made it cozy and relaxing. The chandeliers gave a gothic touch to the place. Charley said Saturday’s are Burlesques Nights which apparently is a popular event. This bar makes its own sangria called “Sangrona” and the beer menu was remarkable. While I was on the patio, Sid approached me for a cigarette. He was friendly and he reminded me of the boy next door. Sid didn’t have much time to talk to me because his performance was about to begin. That night was “Open Mic” which was like karaoke; the difference was the talent involved. Unfortunately, I had to leave early; however, love was in the air and I am planning to be in love with it again.
The bar is located next to Mariachi Plaza; it has a rich history which makes it one of a kind. Guillermo Uribe is the owner and a visionary. He is the reason why Eastside Luv is so attractive, especially to the Chicanos. Charley, the bartender, looks like he was born to work at this place. He was friendly and funny and gave me free Eastside Luv’s stickers. This sexy bar had George Yepes’ Art, a Chicano artist, which creates a Latino ambiance on the walls. That night, Willie Herron and Sid played music, and frankly it was amazing. Willie Herron used to be in a band called “Los Illegals” and Sid was part of a punk band called “The Brat”. Both of them are very talented people. The bar’s décor was done with lots of love; every detail is like a piece of art. The bar itself is made out of solid wood and is situated slightly submerged on the main floor. This creates the sensation that the customer is six inches above the bar and the bartender. Eastside Luv had all kind of alcoholic beverages, the stools near the bar are comfortable seats, and there is a cigar machine which would tempt even the pickiest of clients. There was a patio for the smokers, which is appealing to anybody because a fireplace made it cozy and relaxing. The chandeliers gave a gothic touch to the place. Charley said Saturday’s are Burlesques Nights which apparently is a popular event. This bar makes its own sangria called “Sangrona” and the beer menu was remarkable. While I was on the patio, Sid approached me for a cigarette. He was friendly and he reminded me of the boy next door. Sid didn’t have much time to talk to me because his performance was about to begin. That night was “Open Mic” which was like karaoke; the difference was the talent involved. Unfortunately, I had to leave early; however, love was in the air and I am planning to be in love with it again.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Hop Louie treat
Hop Louie, 950 Mei Ling Way, Los Angeles, CA
The bar is an Asian treat: a Pagoda Bar with traditional décor. Bill, an older Asian and skinny bartender, was friendly and made me feel welcome. Sean, the younger Asian and bigger bartender, was funny and serviceable. That night, “The Singers”, an unusual band, made its grand debut. The place was packed with a unique crowd: music lovers, artists, drunks, bohemians, foreigners, locals, and newcomers. Originally, the show was at 7pm but the drummer got into a car accident. Nevertheless, the show must go on and at 8pm it began. This band had 8 singers, a drummer, a bass player, a guitarist, an organist and a conductor. The curious dress code made them original. I must admit: “The Singers” group rocks. This tiny bar was packed and more people kept coming inside, but it didn’t feel bumpy, rather the opposite: cozy. Sean served lots of alcoholic beverages to the clients during the show; however, he never stopped dancing to the rhythm of the music. Sean wore a Hop Louie t-shirt; it appears that a client wanted to purchase one. Shawn said it’s a collector item; unfortunately, it is not longer for sale. The customer said he will get it on eBay and Sean laughed. Hop Louie Bar had a third floor, which was a restaurant and it had good reviews. Bill said the bar opens daily from 4pm to 2am. I loved this bar; it wasn’t just because of the Pagoda exterior, it was the great energy that radiated from it. “The Singers” group was very entertaining, I like their choice of music and the followers were fascinating. “Gan Bei” to Hop Louie!
The bar is an Asian treat: a Pagoda Bar with traditional décor. Bill, an older Asian and skinny bartender, was friendly and made me feel welcome. Sean, the younger Asian and bigger bartender, was funny and serviceable. That night, “The Singers”, an unusual band, made its grand debut. The place was packed with a unique crowd: music lovers, artists, drunks, bohemians, foreigners, locals, and newcomers. Originally, the show was at 7pm but the drummer got into a car accident. Nevertheless, the show must go on and at 8pm it began. This band had 8 singers, a drummer, a bass player, a guitarist, an organist and a conductor. The curious dress code made them original. I must admit: “The Singers” group rocks. This tiny bar was packed and more people kept coming inside, but it didn’t feel bumpy, rather the opposite: cozy. Sean served lots of alcoholic beverages to the clients during the show; however, he never stopped dancing to the rhythm of the music. Sean wore a Hop Louie t-shirt; it appears that a client wanted to purchase one. Shawn said it’s a collector item; unfortunately, it is not longer for sale. The customer said he will get it on eBay and Sean laughed. Hop Louie Bar had a third floor, which was a restaurant and it had good reviews. Bill said the bar opens daily from 4pm to 2am. I loved this bar; it wasn’t just because of the Pagoda exterior, it was the great energy that radiated from it. “The Singers” group was very entertaining, I like their choice of music and the followers were fascinating. “Gan Bei” to Hop Louie!
Mandrake's Bar
Mandrake’s Bar, 2692 S. La Cienega Blvd, Los Angeles, CA
This bar has it all: a friendly bartender, an awesome DJ, a spacious dance floor, and lots of interesting characters. Mandrake’s owners are an artsy couple from N.Y that knew the need for a bar in the area. There are several art galleries in the radius and the art exhibitions attract the people that love art and alcoholic beverages. Vish, the bartender, told me that happy hour was from 5pm to 7pm everyday. Zachary, the bus boy, was friendly and informative about any question I had. That night, Cielo, the DJ, played 80’s music and a video projected on a screen that complemented each other to create a fun atmosphere. The crowd at Mandrake was eclectic, which I haven’t seen in a long time. Glen, a distinctive guy, was difficult to miss among the crowd because of his peculiar style. He wore big reading glasses, oversized jeans, had a Beatle hair style, and a contagious smile. I couldn’t help myself but to approach him. He was very gracious and let me take many pictures of him. Glen said that he was an inventor; frankly I could see that. While I was conversing with Glen, a photographer took a picture of the two of us. The photographer was well-mannered and gave me his business card. Mandrake bar began to feel like Studio 54. Cielo kept doing her magic and everyone was on the dance floor. People danced like there was no tomorrow. I went out to the patio where the crowd was very different - they were all smokers. They were not anti-socials; on the contrary, they talked to each other like they were one big family. The place was surprisingly fun, considering the infrequent location. Mandrake’s Bar was like a flavorful meal - a blend of sweet nuts with a spicy touch.
This bar has it all: a friendly bartender, an awesome DJ, a spacious dance floor, and lots of interesting characters. Mandrake’s owners are an artsy couple from N.Y that knew the need for a bar in the area. There are several art galleries in the radius and the art exhibitions attract the people that love art and alcoholic beverages. Vish, the bartender, told me that happy hour was from 5pm to 7pm everyday. Zachary, the bus boy, was friendly and informative about any question I had. That night, Cielo, the DJ, played 80’s music and a video projected on a screen that complemented each other to create a fun atmosphere. The crowd at Mandrake was eclectic, which I haven’t seen in a long time. Glen, a distinctive guy, was difficult to miss among the crowd because of his peculiar style. He wore big reading glasses, oversized jeans, had a Beatle hair style, and a contagious smile. I couldn’t help myself but to approach him. He was very gracious and let me take many pictures of him. Glen said that he was an inventor; frankly I could see that. While I was conversing with Glen, a photographer took a picture of the two of us. The photographer was well-mannered and gave me his business card. Mandrake bar began to feel like Studio 54. Cielo kept doing her magic and everyone was on the dance floor. People danced like there was no tomorrow. I went out to the patio where the crowd was very different - they were all smokers. They were not anti-socials; on the contrary, they talked to each other like they were one big family. The place was surprisingly fun, considering the infrequent location. Mandrake’s Bar was like a flavorful meal - a blend of sweet nuts with a spicy touch.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The Troubadour and The Zeros
Troubadour, 9081 Santa Monica Blvd, West Hollywood, CA
This is a popular place for music lovers and people that like a cutting edge scene; the venue is historically rich and has serious music fans. Inside the bar however it’s very laid-back. The Troubadour opened in 1957, since then, well known musicians have performed in this location, and it continues to help showcase the new talent. That night, Troubadour presented the legendary band “The Zeros” that plays punk music. While I made my entrance into this fabulous location, security told me to throw my gum out, the reason was: it’s dangerous! The entrance had a bar nearby and there were two doors next to it. I entered through the doors and by surprise, loud music hit my ears. The music was a bit unbearable to me, so my first reaction was to find a place to sit. It didn’t take me long to find the second bar located in the back. There were two friendly bartenders, both with great language skills. Although noisy, they understood their client’s beverage requests. Apparently, whatever happened in Troubadour stayed in Troubadour with the exception to my story. As I tried to find a seat, “The Zeros” began to play. People went wild and the place was loud, however, it was fun. It was effortless to find a seat to enjoy the show. In an instant the noise changed into music and I couldn’t keep still. Consequently, I danced and I became a real punk. The bar was busy all the way till closing time. I had a blast along with people that liked music in a historical building. I didn’t talk much because it was loud; nevertheless, speaking wasn’t necessary for a connection.
This is a popular place for music lovers and people that like a cutting edge scene; the venue is historically rich and has serious music fans. Inside the bar however it’s very laid-back. The Troubadour opened in 1957, since then, well known musicians have performed in this location, and it continues to help showcase the new talent. That night, Troubadour presented the legendary band “The Zeros” that plays punk music. While I made my entrance into this fabulous location, security told me to throw my gum out, the reason was: it’s dangerous! The entrance had a bar nearby and there were two doors next to it. I entered through the doors and by surprise, loud music hit my ears. The music was a bit unbearable to me, so my first reaction was to find a place to sit. It didn’t take me long to find the second bar located in the back. There were two friendly bartenders, both with great language skills. Although noisy, they understood their client’s beverage requests. Apparently, whatever happened in Troubadour stayed in Troubadour with the exception to my story. As I tried to find a seat, “The Zeros” began to play. People went wild and the place was loud, however, it was fun. It was effortless to find a seat to enjoy the show. In an instant the noise changed into music and I couldn’t keep still. Consequently, I danced and I became a real punk. The bar was busy all the way till closing time. I had a blast along with people that liked music in a historical building. I didn’t talk much because it was loud; nevertheless, speaking wasn’t necessary for a connection.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Alteno Bar, a package deal!
Alteno Bar, 8554 Washington Blvd, Culver City, CA
This bar was a true Mexican experience: the music, the decorations, the bartender, the owner, the drunks and the TV shows were all Mexican. Karen, the bartender, was sweet and courteous. She served everyone and kept on smiling. Jerry, the owner and another bartender is also from Mexico. He seemed to like the “Santos” soccer team from Mexico; the big logo was on the wall near the bar. Jerry was entertained by the Mexico-Canada Beach soccer game playing on television. Mexico was winning, and the clientele kept on drinking and laughing, creating a happy atmosphere. The jukebox played Jenny Rivera music, and people sang as if there was a live concert in the bar. Karen said happy hours are on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Saturdays from 6pm till 2am, and beers are as low as $3.00. As everyone watched the game, I contemplated more details on the wall, like the “Che Guevara” painting. The bar definitely had a Latin influence, and it showed all over. Alteno Bar provides the drinking clientele with pool tables and foosball tables; however, the bar was entertaining enough. Karen was bilingual, and she helped to facilitate the conversations among clients as they enjoyed their drinks. The bar didn’t neglect any details in creating a comfortable environment. For anyone who wants to enjoy a drink and a trip to Mexico, Alteno Bar is the place to go. The only requirement for this package deal is just to walk into the venue. That night, I had to leave early for another engagement. Nevertheless, next time I feel like going to Mexico, all I have to do is drive to Alteno.
This bar was a true Mexican experience: the music, the decorations, the bartender, the owner, the drunks and the TV shows were all Mexican. Karen, the bartender, was sweet and courteous. She served everyone and kept on smiling. Jerry, the owner and another bartender is also from Mexico. He seemed to like the “Santos” soccer team from Mexico; the big logo was on the wall near the bar. Jerry was entertained by the Mexico-Canada Beach soccer game playing on television. Mexico was winning, and the clientele kept on drinking and laughing, creating a happy atmosphere. The jukebox played Jenny Rivera music, and people sang as if there was a live concert in the bar. Karen said happy hours are on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Saturdays from 6pm till 2am, and beers are as low as $3.00. As everyone watched the game, I contemplated more details on the wall, like the “Che Guevara” painting. The bar definitely had a Latin influence, and it showed all over. Alteno Bar provides the drinking clientele with pool tables and foosball tables; however, the bar was entertaining enough. Karen was bilingual, and she helped to facilitate the conversations among clients as they enjoyed their drinks. The bar didn’t neglect any details in creating a comfortable environment. For anyone who wants to enjoy a drink and a trip to Mexico, Alteno Bar is the place to go. The only requirement for this package deal is just to walk into the venue. That night, I had to leave early for another engagement. Nevertheless, next time I feel like going to Mexico, all I have to do is drive to Alteno.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Footsie's stop
Footsie's Bar, 2640 N. Figueroa St, Los Angeles, CA
This bar is like a neon light in a pitch dark night. It is located on a busy street and parking was available at the rear of the venue. The outside looked modern and inviting, the inside was dark and gothic but interesting and comfortable at the same time. As I walked through the doors of Footsie's, I heard the melodic voice of Marvin Gay: “Can I Get a Witness”. At that precise moment, I knew I would like the bar. I sat near the bar as usual, and Chris, the bartender served me a beverage. I looked at his cast and he said he broke his arm while using a urinal. He seemed upset so I didn’t ask for any details about the incident. The music was getting better and better, this time it was Earth, Wind and Fire: “Brazilian Rhyme” that was playing. A couple from Honduras sat next to me. They were friendly and immediately we began talking about life. Nancy drank a Malibu-Pineapple and Marco drank a Vodka Tonic. Nancy’s job was in human resources and she lived nearby. Marco was a good friend of Chuck, the other bartender; he also was friendly and popular among the clientele. Chuck said Footsie’s happy hours were from 4-8pm, seven days a week. Chuck’s friend walked into the bar just to remind him about the next day when they have a trip planned to Altadena, a waterfall place called “Eden’s Garden”. I wanted to know more about this awesome place but suddenly, Guillermo from Colombia, interrupted the conversation to introduce himself. He said he is a regular at this place and he studied journalism, but now he manages music bands. He added that music is an international language; in fact, he leaned to play the guitar at age eight. He said he manages five bands and that his favorite band is “Fela Kuti” from Nigeria, that makes Afro beat music. Unexpectedly, Chuck announced “Last Call” and everyone ran to get their final drink. To finish, Guillermo said he likes Los Angeles because of the weather and diversity of cultural events, which I couldn’t agree with more. Shortly after the last drink, Footsie's was ready to close the doors for the night. This fabulous place was a warm experience, similar to a family reunion. Footsie was to be found on a busy street but it’s a perfect pit stop for any thirsty driver.
This bar is like a neon light in a pitch dark night. It is located on a busy street and parking was available at the rear of the venue. The outside looked modern and inviting, the inside was dark and gothic but interesting and comfortable at the same time. As I walked through the doors of Footsie's, I heard the melodic voice of Marvin Gay: “Can I Get a Witness”. At that precise moment, I knew I would like the bar. I sat near the bar as usual, and Chris, the bartender served me a beverage. I looked at his cast and he said he broke his arm while using a urinal. He seemed upset so I didn’t ask for any details about the incident. The music was getting better and better, this time it was Earth, Wind and Fire: “Brazilian Rhyme” that was playing. A couple from Honduras sat next to me. They were friendly and immediately we began talking about life. Nancy drank a Malibu-Pineapple and Marco drank a Vodka Tonic. Nancy’s job was in human resources and she lived nearby. Marco was a good friend of Chuck, the other bartender; he also was friendly and popular among the clientele. Chuck said Footsie’s happy hours were from 4-8pm, seven days a week. Chuck’s friend walked into the bar just to remind him about the next day when they have a trip planned to Altadena, a waterfall place called “Eden’s Garden”. I wanted to know more about this awesome place but suddenly, Guillermo from Colombia, interrupted the conversation to introduce himself. He said he is a regular at this place and he studied journalism, but now he manages music bands. He added that music is an international language; in fact, he leaned to play the guitar at age eight. He said he manages five bands and that his favorite band is “Fela Kuti” from Nigeria, that makes Afro beat music. Unexpectedly, Chuck announced “Last Call” and everyone ran to get their final drink. To finish, Guillermo said he likes Los Angeles because of the weather and diversity of cultural events, which I couldn’t agree with more. Shortly after the last drink, Footsie's was ready to close the doors for the night. This fabulous place was a warm experience, similar to a family reunion. Footsie was to be found on a busy street but it’s a perfect pit stop for any thirsty driver.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
The Fan-Tastic horses
Hollywood Park, 1050 S. Prairie Ave, Inglewood, CA
To celebrate life in a horseracing track was a terrific experience for me. “Fan-Tastic Fridays” at the track are: beers for $1.00, hot dogs for $1.00, sodas for $1.00 and the possibility of wining lots of money. The Hollywood Park is more than a Hippodrome; it is a part of history. Unfortunately, the city of Los Angeles is closing the venue for good, and that’s a shame. The park was opened to the public on June 10, 1938. Shareholders were movie stars like Bing Crosby; directors and producers like Sam Goldwyn and Walt Disney. The Hollywood Park featured legendary horses like Seabiscuit, Citation, Round Table and many others. After costly expansions and renovations, the Hollywood Park was one of the most attended places in Los Angeles. Worldwide, times are tough and Hollywood Park is no exception to this period. The memories will last forever; I only wish the place would too. I was excited to walk into a place where champions and heroines had unforgettable performances. I was surrounded with history and people who enjoyed the beer for $1.00. I couldn’t ask for more! On the 5th race, I won $8.20. The horse’s name was Annihilation and sounded like a winner to me and it certainly was. I kept betting and the drunks kept drinking. It was a marvelous time! Drunks kept getting louder and louder, but they were still friendly and the bars were packed everywhere. Cashiers and bartenders were part of the entertainment as well; they were lucky charms for many of the people. The combination of the skylight with the elegant horses was praiseworthy. The 8th and final race was exciting but this time I didn’t win anything. Here at Hollywood Park the winners were the horses, the breeders, the drunks and everyone in attendance.
To celebrate life in a horseracing track was a terrific experience for me. “Fan-Tastic Fridays” at the track are: beers for $1.00, hot dogs for $1.00, sodas for $1.00 and the possibility of wining lots of money. The Hollywood Park is more than a Hippodrome; it is a part of history. Unfortunately, the city of Los Angeles is closing the venue for good, and that’s a shame. The park was opened to the public on June 10, 1938. Shareholders were movie stars like Bing Crosby; directors and producers like Sam Goldwyn and Walt Disney. The Hollywood Park featured legendary horses like Seabiscuit, Citation, Round Table and many others. After costly expansions and renovations, the Hollywood Park was one of the most attended places in Los Angeles. Worldwide, times are tough and Hollywood Park is no exception to this period. The memories will last forever; I only wish the place would too. I was excited to walk into a place where champions and heroines had unforgettable performances. I was surrounded with history and people who enjoyed the beer for $1.00. I couldn’t ask for more! On the 5th race, I won $8.20. The horse’s name was Annihilation and sounded like a winner to me and it certainly was. I kept betting and the drunks kept drinking. It was a marvelous time! Drunks kept getting louder and louder, but they were still friendly and the bars were packed everywhere. Cashiers and bartenders were part of the entertainment as well; they were lucky charms for many of the people. The combination of the skylight with the elegant horses was praiseworthy. The 8th and final race was exciting but this time I didn’t win anything. Here at Hollywood Park the winners were the horses, the breeders, the drunks and everyone in attendance.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
4th of July treat
Private Home, Malibu, CA
Partying with good hearted people and drunks for the 4th of July was a treat for the stressed soul. The home was situated in a beautiful area in Malibu. As the waves splashed up on the sand and the summer breeze touched our skin, the home owners served us the best selection of alcoholic beverages I had ever seen, and the food was out of this world. Everyone seemed shy in the beginning but it didn’t take long for all of us to feel at home. I met lots of people, and quite frankly, I liked all of them. Morgan, a photographer from Canada, told me about the movie “Blow up”. Apparently if I want to know about photography the film will provide me with a complete explanation of it. Patty and Agatha (two good friends who met each other in London), were funny and after a couple of Agatha’s special drinks, they danced like great performers. Prudencia, the teacup Chihuahua, was also having a great time. “Prude” wore a pink sexy dress which provoked jealousy among the women. Tim from Switzerland, now living in Seattle, said his parents came to the United States because of spiritual reasons. I said to him that he obviously didn’t follow his parent’s steps in spiritualism; he laughed and said his brother drinks more than he does. Samy and Daniella, another nice couple, relaxed and enjoyed the weather. More people arrived and everyone drank like there was no tomorrow. We kept on partying and towards the end of the night, magic tricks and poker sounded perfect. First the magic tricks: Samy performed a toothpick trick that he made disappear. Esthella did a card trick which was impressive, particularly when she couldn’t remember how to do the trick. Poker was a bit more competitive; especially when people lost their funds and mysteriously money reappeared from nowhere. Patty’s famous quote was: “When you talk to me, talk to my eyes and when you talk to my eyes, talk to me twice”. Indeed! The 4th of July was fun and interesting and it wouldn’t have been possible without the “firecrackers” that I spent my Independence Day with.
Partying with good hearted people and drunks for the 4th of July was a treat for the stressed soul. The home was situated in a beautiful area in Malibu. As the waves splashed up on the sand and the summer breeze touched our skin, the home owners served us the best selection of alcoholic beverages I had ever seen, and the food was out of this world. Everyone seemed shy in the beginning but it didn’t take long for all of us to feel at home. I met lots of people, and quite frankly, I liked all of them. Morgan, a photographer from Canada, told me about the movie “Blow up”. Apparently if I want to know about photography the film will provide me with a complete explanation of it. Patty and Agatha (two good friends who met each other in London), were funny and after a couple of Agatha’s special drinks, they danced like great performers. Prudencia, the teacup Chihuahua, was also having a great time. “Prude” wore a pink sexy dress which provoked jealousy among the women. Tim from Switzerland, now living in Seattle, said his parents came to the United States because of spiritual reasons. I said to him that he obviously didn’t follow his parent’s steps in spiritualism; he laughed and said his brother drinks more than he does. Samy and Daniella, another nice couple, relaxed and enjoyed the weather. More people arrived and everyone drank like there was no tomorrow. We kept on partying and towards the end of the night, magic tricks and poker sounded perfect. First the magic tricks: Samy performed a toothpick trick that he made disappear. Esthella did a card trick which was impressive, particularly when she couldn’t remember how to do the trick. Poker was a bit more competitive; especially when people lost their funds and mysteriously money reappeared from nowhere. Patty’s famous quote was: “When you talk to me, talk to my eyes and when you talk to my eyes, talk to me twice”. Indeed! The 4th of July was fun and interesting and it wouldn’t have been possible without the “firecrackers” that I spent my Independence Day with.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Ole to Rivera
Rivera, 1050 S Flower St #102, Los Angeles, CA
This place had a Spanish melody in the air with a warm inviting touch. The bar enchanted me. Every corner was well arranged by the owner John Rivera and partner Eddie Sotto. The bar seemed to have a special devotion to tequila because the venue offers its own house tequila, grown and distilled in Mexico. For the small membership price of $2,500 Rivera will provide you with your own personalized bottles. That’s right your name on a bottle of the oldest tequila in the world and Rivera will lock and store it for you. Regardless of how busy the venue might get, members are guaranteed a reservation any time, any day, for life. There were different rooms like “Tequila de Mujer”, a tribute to all women, and “The Sangre Room” with two walls displaying the member’s personalized bottles of tequila, for Rivera’s members only. Another room at Rivera “The Samba Lounge and Playa Bar” provides “Tequila Chairs” comfortable seats which have special trays from which people can enjoy the latest tequila offerings. The host was friendly and let me do my usual survey of the place and he filled me in on everything I needed to know. Although I didn’t have the privilege to enjoy a beverage in this location, it is on my “must do” list before I die. My lasting impression of Rivera was their true appreciation of living well with taste.
This place had a Spanish melody in the air with a warm inviting touch. The bar enchanted me. Every corner was well arranged by the owner John Rivera and partner Eddie Sotto. The bar seemed to have a special devotion to tequila because the venue offers its own house tequila, grown and distilled in Mexico. For the small membership price of $2,500 Rivera will provide you with your own personalized bottles. That’s right your name on a bottle of the oldest tequila in the world and Rivera will lock and store it for you. Regardless of how busy the venue might get, members are guaranteed a reservation any time, any day, for life. There were different rooms like “Tequila de Mujer”, a tribute to all women, and “The Sangre Room” with two walls displaying the member’s personalized bottles of tequila, for Rivera’s members only. Another room at Rivera “The Samba Lounge and Playa Bar” provides “Tequila Chairs” comfortable seats which have special trays from which people can enjoy the latest tequila offerings. The host was friendly and let me do my usual survey of the place and he filled me in on everything I needed to know. Although I didn’t have the privilege to enjoy a beverage in this location, it is on my “must do” list before I die. My lasting impression of Rivera was their true appreciation of living well with taste.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
got cork
Cork Bar, 403 W 12th St, Los Angeles, CA
This bar is a California wine experience. Cork Bar’s design is both trendy and minimalist. The service and the food combine are a rich experience. Frankie, the busboy, was helpful with all the questions I had. There were two more bartenders, Elizabeth and Monique, even though they weren’t as friendly as him, they seemed like good workers. Cork Bar is fairly new; however, they already have a steady clientele. I arrived for happy hour, and the appetizers were half price. I was impressed by how flavorful and creative the food was. The beer selection was as great as the wine menu. Frankie said there was 50% off any bottle of wine to go. The idea of it is very smart, particularly for people that are in a hurry. Frankie felt like an old friend, I sat by the bar and he was there any time I needed him. He told me that the young crowd comes to sip a good glass of wine after work. According to Frankie, the owners are fun people and easy to work for. I asked him about different drinking hangouts, and he told me a bunch of them; I wrote it all down, but he seemed very content with what Cork Bar provided me with. Right on front of the Cork Bar, is a bar looking place, unfortunately it is not what it appears to be. The area is very inviting to those who want to experience something new and something tasty. I said goodbye to my new friend Frankie, although, I knew for a fact that we’ll see each other again, at least during the 11 pm happy hour.
This bar is a California wine experience. Cork Bar’s design is both trendy and minimalist. The service and the food combine are a rich experience. Frankie, the busboy, was helpful with all the questions I had. There were two more bartenders, Elizabeth and Monique, even though they weren’t as friendly as him, they seemed like good workers. Cork Bar is fairly new; however, they already have a steady clientele. I arrived for happy hour, and the appetizers were half price. I was impressed by how flavorful and creative the food was. The beer selection was as great as the wine menu. Frankie said there was 50% off any bottle of wine to go. The idea of it is very smart, particularly for people that are in a hurry. Frankie felt like an old friend, I sat by the bar and he was there any time I needed him. He told me that the young crowd comes to sip a good glass of wine after work. According to Frankie, the owners are fun people and easy to work for. I asked him about different drinking hangouts, and he told me a bunch of them; I wrote it all down, but he seemed very content with what Cork Bar provided me with. Right on front of the Cork Bar, is a bar looking place, unfortunately it is not what it appears to be. The area is very inviting to those who want to experience something new and something tasty. I said goodbye to my new friend Frankie, although, I knew for a fact that we’ll see each other again, at least during the 11 pm happy hour.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
hypnotized by the bar
Figueroa Hotel, 939 S Figueroa St, Los Angeles, CA
Travel to an exotic country without catching a flight, that’s a dream come true. This hotel provides exactly what the doctor ordered. The ambiance is very seductive because of the Arabic influence in the historical building which adds a touch of mystery. The patio and the bar area seem like they are from a black and white movie. I was hypnotized by my own imagination. This hotel opened in 1925 as a YMCA and turned into a hotel after the Depression. I went to the pool area so I could get a glimpse of the sunset while I sipped my beverage. I was so relaxed and happy for the pure existence of a place like this. Ken, my friend, grabbed me by the hand and together we explored every corner of the hotel. Just like two little kids, we were running all over the place, as if the world was about to end and time was against us. We couldn’t get enough of the place, every little detail was fabulous. Ken went to get more beverages and a stranger said to me: “look at the moon!” I was impressed by how in tune we all were, either strangers or not: we loved it all! Ken’s martini was big and it sounds as if he enjoyed every sip of it. The music was very suitable to the ambiance because it was Middle Eastern. Ken said the rooms are as great as the hotel appearance and apparently affordable too. He was ready to try a new bar despite the fact that we were in heaven; in reality there were other interesting places nearby. Living a high life means different things for lots of people, to me it means being in a place with a personality. This place has it, and it’s a refined one.
Travel to an exotic country without catching a flight, that’s a dream come true. This hotel provides exactly what the doctor ordered. The ambiance is very seductive because of the Arabic influence in the historical building which adds a touch of mystery. The patio and the bar area seem like they are from a black and white movie. I was hypnotized by my own imagination. This hotel opened in 1925 as a YMCA and turned into a hotel after the Depression. I went to the pool area so I could get a glimpse of the sunset while I sipped my beverage. I was so relaxed and happy for the pure existence of a place like this. Ken, my friend, grabbed me by the hand and together we explored every corner of the hotel. Just like two little kids, we were running all over the place, as if the world was about to end and time was against us. We couldn’t get enough of the place, every little detail was fabulous. Ken went to get more beverages and a stranger said to me: “look at the moon!” I was impressed by how in tune we all were, either strangers or not: we loved it all! Ken’s martini was big and it sounds as if he enjoyed every sip of it. The music was very suitable to the ambiance because it was Middle Eastern. Ken said the rooms are as great as the hotel appearance and apparently affordable too. He was ready to try a new bar despite the fact that we were in heaven; in reality there were other interesting places nearby. Living a high life means different things for lots of people, to me it means being in a place with a personality. This place has it, and it’s a refined one.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Knockout
Staples Center, 1111 S. Figueroa St, Los Angeles, CA
Between the men and boxing, I felt a powerful buzz for what was going to be an exciting evening. I had never seen a place so blood thirsty. Ortiz was the favorite among the public. Maidana from Argentina was the opponent. I recognized some famous faces at the venue like Oscar de la Hoya and other celebrities, however, on the same roof we were all the same: boxing lovers. Apparently men were whisky lovers at this stadium. A guy who sat next to me brought drinks for the entire row, and instead of beer it was expensive whisky. Guys were getting louder and louder, and I couldn’t figure out if it was the alcohol or the event itself. Indeed, it was quite an experience to sit in front of the ring. I felt as if I was fighting myself, it was electric. The champion, Ortiz, finally made his entrance and people began behaving like animals. Some men were howling while others were jumping on top of their seats, it was contagious! The boxing fight was a bloody battle, they both fought as champions, my heart was beating so fast because I felt their passion for the win. Everyone in the stadium screamed to them, told them how to fight as if they were their trainers. The 6th round was the last one, Maidana won, it was a technical knockout. That night there weren’t any losers but winners. It was a superb performance by two great fighters. The drunks who cheered for Ortiz weren’t disappointed, alcohol filled their emptiness. I heard Ortiz’s fans optimism for the rematch and plans for a bar nearby. My score for this event: two thumbs up!
Between the men and boxing, I felt a powerful buzz for what was going to be an exciting evening. I had never seen a place so blood thirsty. Ortiz was the favorite among the public. Maidana from Argentina was the opponent. I recognized some famous faces at the venue like Oscar de la Hoya and other celebrities, however, on the same roof we were all the same: boxing lovers. Apparently men were whisky lovers at this stadium. A guy who sat next to me brought drinks for the entire row, and instead of beer it was expensive whisky. Guys were getting louder and louder, and I couldn’t figure out if it was the alcohol or the event itself. Indeed, it was quite an experience to sit in front of the ring. I felt as if I was fighting myself, it was electric. The champion, Ortiz, finally made his entrance and people began behaving like animals. Some men were howling while others were jumping on top of their seats, it was contagious! The boxing fight was a bloody battle, they both fought as champions, my heart was beating so fast because I felt their passion for the win. Everyone in the stadium screamed to them, told them how to fight as if they were their trainers. The 6th round was the last one, Maidana won, it was a technical knockout. That night there weren’t any losers but winners. It was a superb performance by two great fighters. The drunks who cheered for Ortiz weren’t disappointed, alcohol filled their emptiness. I heard Ortiz’s fans optimism for the rematch and plans for a bar nearby. My score for this event: two thumbs up!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Great Grand Performances
Grand Performances, 300 S Grand Ave, Los Angeles, CA
Summertime is best when it is shared. The season is for music, dance and films. I discovered that the city of Los Angeles has helped keep the art spirit alive. Friday’s at the Grand Performances are for people who enjoy watching a movie and listening to international and national musicians. While the free spirits gulped a glass of wine, I welcomed strangers to sit near me. People brought picnic baskets and alcoholic beverages, which became part of the entertainment. The venue has spectacular skylights and the city view made the evening an unforgettable moment. A gentleman who was behind me pointed out some garbage on my seat and cleaned it before I sat down: I could smell the happiness among the crowd and it was exciting to experience. A band called “Maleco Collective”, from Mexico played their Reggae and Latin percussion which created a unique sound. Tonight the movie was “Which Way Home” an extraordinary documentary film. The story was about the hard reality of illegal immigration. The combination of the music and the movie made my spirit more sensitive to my surroundings. I heard people sobbing because of the sadness of this film. The drunks, at least were the only happy ones due to the alcohol. This magic place definitely serenaded happiness to my soul, and also to the drunks. While everyone was exiting a girl accidentally dropped her beer bottles. She didn’t lose the smile on her face and coincidentally while crossing the street I saw her once again as she dropped her last beer bottle she kept on smiling though. I left energized with the gratitude of discovering such a great venue.
Summertime is best when it is shared. The season is for music, dance and films. I discovered that the city of Los Angeles has helped keep the art spirit alive. Friday’s at the Grand Performances are for people who enjoy watching a movie and listening to international and national musicians. While the free spirits gulped a glass of wine, I welcomed strangers to sit near me. People brought picnic baskets and alcoholic beverages, which became part of the entertainment. The venue has spectacular skylights and the city view made the evening an unforgettable moment. A gentleman who was behind me pointed out some garbage on my seat and cleaned it before I sat down: I could smell the happiness among the crowd and it was exciting to experience. A band called “Maleco Collective”, from Mexico played their Reggae and Latin percussion which created a unique sound. Tonight the movie was “Which Way Home” an extraordinary documentary film. The story was about the hard reality of illegal immigration. The combination of the music and the movie made my spirit more sensitive to my surroundings. I heard people sobbing because of the sadness of this film. The drunks, at least were the only happy ones due to the alcohol. This magic place definitely serenaded happiness to my soul, and also to the drunks. While everyone was exiting a girl accidentally dropped her beer bottles. She didn’t lose the smile on her face and coincidentally while crossing the street I saw her once again as she dropped her last beer bottle she kept on smiling though. I left energized with the gratitude of discovering such a great venue.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Checkmate
Royal Clayton’s, 1855 Industrial St, Los Angeles, CA
“Beer is in the eye of the beer holder”. That was the quote for this unique bar, which is located in a very interesting area in downtown Los Angeles. That night, there was “free I.Q test for alcoholics”, or better known as “trivia night contest”. Amy, a friendly bartender, had a good list of imported beers for the picky clientele. Tetley’s Beer seemed a popular drink here. Most of the people had a British accent and was not the classic Angelino crowd. As I was reading the drink menu, two guys satdown near me. Wei Shen from Malaysia, and Wesley from England, two nice guys with whom I couldn’t help but strike up a conversation with. Wei Shen said he is a photographer, and tonight was his first night at this bar. I told him that recently I had a Malaysian dish, which unfortunately wasn’t very good. He smiled at me, and said “that’s a shame!” Wesley was more into the trivia game than any of us; he was quiet but aware of his surroundings. I noticed that he smoked “vanilla cigarettes”, which I had never seen before. He said that there was a bar nearby that had ping pong tables; he invited me to join them there after the trivia game. I wanted to have a longer conversation with Wesley, but he had a goal: to win the trivia prize. Finally they stepped outside for a smoke, and I followed. The security guard, who was also British, shared with me that his twelve year old son played soccer for an important club in England. I could tell how proud he was by the beaming expression on his face. Soccer is a popular sport in The United Kingdom; it’s like being a hero. Wesley and Wei Shen finished their cigarettes and invited me to play pool and I accepted the challenge. While we prepared the pool table for the friendly competition, we heard the trivia game had just finished and Wesley was disappointed for his loss. I grabbed the pool stick to show off a bit and they found this new contest titillating. I was impressed by Wei Shen’s skill at the game; he didn’t give me a chance to show off more. Wesley stood in the corner and secretly wrote a poem in my little black notebook: “very good pool players, accepting to the scene, one tall, one small both fair, both mean” by Wesley. I scored that night, not necessary for the win, but for the pleasure of getting to know two great artists in a royal bar.
“Beer is in the eye of the beer holder”. That was the quote for this unique bar, which is located in a very interesting area in downtown Los Angeles. That night, there was “free I.Q test for alcoholics”, or better known as “trivia night contest”. Amy, a friendly bartender, had a good list of imported beers for the picky clientele. Tetley’s Beer seemed a popular drink here. Most of the people had a British accent and was not the classic Angelino crowd. As I was reading the drink menu, two guys satdown near me. Wei Shen from Malaysia, and Wesley from England, two nice guys with whom I couldn’t help but strike up a conversation with. Wei Shen said he is a photographer, and tonight was his first night at this bar. I told him that recently I had a Malaysian dish, which unfortunately wasn’t very good. He smiled at me, and said “that’s a shame!” Wesley was more into the trivia game than any of us; he was quiet but aware of his surroundings. I noticed that he smoked “vanilla cigarettes”, which I had never seen before. He said that there was a bar nearby that had ping pong tables; he invited me to join them there after the trivia game. I wanted to have a longer conversation with Wesley, but he had a goal: to win the trivia prize. Finally they stepped outside for a smoke, and I followed. The security guard, who was also British, shared with me that his twelve year old son played soccer for an important club in England. I could tell how proud he was by the beaming expression on his face. Soccer is a popular sport in The United Kingdom; it’s like being a hero. Wesley and Wei Shen finished their cigarettes and invited me to play pool and I accepted the challenge. While we prepared the pool table for the friendly competition, we heard the trivia game had just finished and Wesley was disappointed for his loss. I grabbed the pool stick to show off a bit and they found this new contest titillating. I was impressed by Wei Shen’s skill at the game; he didn’t give me a chance to show off more. Wesley stood in the corner and secretly wrote a poem in my little black notebook: “very good pool players, accepting to the scene, one tall, one small both fair, both mean” by Wesley. I scored that night, not necessary for the win, but for the pleasure of getting to know two great artists in a royal bar.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Boardners is fabulous
Boardners, 1652 N Cherokee Ave, Hollywood, CA
There isn’t a bartender in town friendlier than Crystal who worked at this fabulous bar. Boardners had more than just alcoholic drinks for great prices, they had history and class. Immediately when I stepped inside I fell in love. The location is in a quiet street in Hollywood. Apparently it is one of the oldest gathering spots in the area. The bar used to be called “My Blue Heaven” and was established in the late 20’s by the songwriter and singer: Gene Austin. A few years later the bar changed ownership to other interesting people and finally in the early 40’s Boardners was born. It is named after Steve Boardner. Inside, there was a jukebox that played great music. The mix of mystery and beauty inspired people like Geoff for good conversations. As I listened to Crystal about their happy hour called “classic hour”, which are Sundays and Tuesdays (all day), Geoff stared at me. I interrupted him, and I said: excuse me are you looking at my breasts? He was shocked! He smiled at me, and said he was watching a movie playing right behind me. He introduced himself, and mentioned that he is a music composer. Geoff Jacob and I became good pals; he talked about relationships and said a true test of love is if they remain together after they “fart” in front of their partner. I added that if my boyfriend has a mole and I find it cute, then that’s love. But onces I stopped liking his tone of voice that’s when I know I stopped loving him. Geoff comprehended me perfectly and agreed. Crystal was part of the conversation as well. She said that she moved from Indianapolis and got the job through a friend and kept repeating how lucky she was to work at Boardners. Crystal with her enthusiasm energized me to talk more with my new pal Geoff. He said that Boardners is one of his favorite bars. He drove from a far town just to hang for the evening. Tonight they were showing “Miracle in the 34th street”, a classic movie from 1947. Geoff told me that he loves the clothing in that era when men wore stylish suits and women had style. I loved the observation because Mae West and Charlie Chaplin were admirable people to me. I didn’t want to look at the time, but unfortunately it was bed time for me. It was painful to say goodbye to such a good time but we knew we would return to Boardners.
There isn’t a bartender in town friendlier than Crystal who worked at this fabulous bar. Boardners had more than just alcoholic drinks for great prices, they had history and class. Immediately when I stepped inside I fell in love. The location is in a quiet street in Hollywood. Apparently it is one of the oldest gathering spots in the area. The bar used to be called “My Blue Heaven” and was established in the late 20’s by the songwriter and singer: Gene Austin. A few years later the bar changed ownership to other interesting people and finally in the early 40’s Boardners was born. It is named after Steve Boardner. Inside, there was a jukebox that played great music. The mix of mystery and beauty inspired people like Geoff for good conversations. As I listened to Crystal about their happy hour called “classic hour”, which are Sundays and Tuesdays (all day), Geoff stared at me. I interrupted him, and I said: excuse me are you looking at my breasts? He was shocked! He smiled at me, and said he was watching a movie playing right behind me. He introduced himself, and mentioned that he is a music composer. Geoff Jacob and I became good pals; he talked about relationships and said a true test of love is if they remain together after they “fart” in front of their partner. I added that if my boyfriend has a mole and I find it cute, then that’s love. But onces I stopped liking his tone of voice that’s when I know I stopped loving him. Geoff comprehended me perfectly and agreed. Crystal was part of the conversation as well. She said that she moved from Indianapolis and got the job through a friend and kept repeating how lucky she was to work at Boardners. Crystal with her enthusiasm energized me to talk more with my new pal Geoff. He said that Boardners is one of his favorite bars. He drove from a far town just to hang for the evening. Tonight they were showing “Miracle in the 34th street”, a classic movie from 1947. Geoff told me that he loves the clothing in that era when men wore stylish suits and women had style. I loved the observation because Mae West and Charlie Chaplin were admirable people to me. I didn’t want to look at the time, but unfortunately it was bed time for me. It was painful to say goodbye to such a good time but we knew we would return to Boardners.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday with Carlitos
Carlito’s Way, 15238 Victory Blvd, Van Nuys, CA
This bar called to me while I drove down Victory Blvd. It was as if the bar hunted me down. The people there looked like they were from The Wild West era and Carlos Castenanos, owner and bartender, immediately made me feel welcome. It felt like everyone there was waiting for me. Sunday afternoon in this saloon felt like a vacation: stress free. The Lakers were playing again, and the happy drunks were enjoying Carlitos’ spirits. There was a raffle, the more drinks the clients drank, the more opportunity there was to win the raffle. I don’t remember exactly what the price was, but neither could the drunks. Jeffrey, a new friend, was a gentleman and offered me his seat, so I could hang near the bar. He said that bars are the only place where people can break the ice without misunderstandings and I agreed with him. Millie, the younger bartender, was good at her job and her smile could knock down any guy’s heart. Carlitos was grilling hamburgers and the smell was inviting to the new people. Millie said that Thursdays were lady’s nights and Fridays were karaoke nights. Definitely, this place had a lot to offer. Black and white pictures were hanging on Carlitos’ walls, celebrities icons such as Marilyn Monroe and Mohammed Ali. There were comfortable red leather couches and stools in perfect condition. Carlitos had all kinds of alcoholic drinks for an affordable price. I couldn’t stay for the raffle due dinner plans but I gave my tickets to my new friend, Jeffrey. He was happy and sad because of my departure. I promised I was coming back soon. Tonight, The Lakers and I won: an unforgettable Sunday.
This bar called to me while I drove down Victory Blvd. It was as if the bar hunted me down. The people there looked like they were from The Wild West era and Carlos Castenanos, owner and bartender, immediately made me feel welcome. It felt like everyone there was waiting for me. Sunday afternoon in this saloon felt like a vacation: stress free. The Lakers were playing again, and the happy drunks were enjoying Carlitos’ spirits. There was a raffle, the more drinks the clients drank, the more opportunity there was to win the raffle. I don’t remember exactly what the price was, but neither could the drunks. Jeffrey, a new friend, was a gentleman and offered me his seat, so I could hang near the bar. He said that bars are the only place where people can break the ice without misunderstandings and I agreed with him. Millie, the younger bartender, was good at her job and her smile could knock down any guy’s heart. Carlitos was grilling hamburgers and the smell was inviting to the new people. Millie said that Thursdays were lady’s nights and Fridays were karaoke nights. Definitely, this place had a lot to offer. Black and white pictures were hanging on Carlitos’ walls, celebrities icons such as Marilyn Monroe and Mohammed Ali. There were comfortable red leather couches and stools in perfect condition. Carlitos had all kinds of alcoholic drinks for an affordable price. I couldn’t stay for the raffle due dinner plans but I gave my tickets to my new friend, Jeffrey. He was happy and sad because of my departure. I promised I was coming back soon. Tonight, The Lakers and I won: an unforgettable Sunday.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Liberace manner
Liberace Penthouse, 7461 Beverly Blvd, Los Angeles
Thanks to e-mail technology, I found out about this special event: “The Liberace Penthouse Party”. The apartment had an art deco style. The door knobs were oddly big, there were many mirrors on the walls, and there was a small swimming-pool near the living room with a spectacular city view. This place was perfect for the occasion: a party. There was a bar with all kinds of alcoholic drinks. Bartenders served free alcoholic shots (called a dirty queen) for an hour. It didn’t take long to see the quiet crowd transformed in to a loud one. I loved the metamorphosis. It is like watching a movie. Liberace was known for his flamboyant outfits and tonight his spirit was alive. The drunks showed style, their fashion wasn’t “stealable”, but indeed it was unique. Carlos, my friend, drank at least eight shots. He was a bit clumsy. He dropped his cigarette on the floor, spilled the ashtray all over and kept repeating himself. I laughed at him, Carlos was self-deprecating. After “the free shots hour”, there was one more free alcoholic drink, this time, any kind of alcoholic beverage. Carlos ordered a Gin n Tonic. As the night progressed, we talked about the crazy parties we used to hang out at. I can still see myself going to many other parties with him. He is a friend who I always felt comfortable with. We reminisced for a while. A photographer took pictures, and so did I. At this penthouse, the music and laughs got louder and due to Carlos drunkenness we departed. I was the designated driver. I thanked the party organizers for the happy time. At the exit, there were free gifts (t-shirts), the logo was: F_ _ K the Queen. I probably will re-gift it.
Thanks to e-mail technology, I found out about this special event: “The Liberace Penthouse Party”. The apartment had an art deco style. The door knobs were oddly big, there were many mirrors on the walls, and there was a small swimming-pool near the living room with a spectacular city view. This place was perfect for the occasion: a party. There was a bar with all kinds of alcoholic drinks. Bartenders served free alcoholic shots (called a dirty queen) for an hour. It didn’t take long to see the quiet crowd transformed in to a loud one. I loved the metamorphosis. It is like watching a movie. Liberace was known for his flamboyant outfits and tonight his spirit was alive. The drunks showed style, their fashion wasn’t “stealable”, but indeed it was unique. Carlos, my friend, drank at least eight shots. He was a bit clumsy. He dropped his cigarette on the floor, spilled the ashtray all over and kept repeating himself. I laughed at him, Carlos was self-deprecating. After “the free shots hour”, there was one more free alcoholic drink, this time, any kind of alcoholic beverage. Carlos ordered a Gin n Tonic. As the night progressed, we talked about the crazy parties we used to hang out at. I can still see myself going to many other parties with him. He is a friend who I always felt comfortable with. We reminisced for a while. A photographer took pictures, and so did I. At this penthouse, the music and laughs got louder and due to Carlos drunkenness we departed. I was the designated driver. I thanked the party organizers for the happy time. At the exit, there were free gifts (t-shirts), the logo was: F_ _ K the Queen. I probably will re-gift it.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Five Stars smile
Five Stars, 269 S Main St, Los Angeles, CA
Art Walk and a Lakers game in the same night, it’s insane! Going to a bar with no destination is like a rolling stone, sometimes when the luck strikes, a good bar could be right in front of you. It just takes a moment to perceive it. Sometimes, it is like a cover of a book. As I decided to read this bar, my judgment said that the outside looked like a lonely place in an old building but inside it’s a different story. Liz, a smiling bartender was making sure that all the drunks were taken care of. Pabst 24oz was $3.00, Budweiser pitchers for $7.00, a live band called “Big Moves” and the Laker game was a good recipe for a good evening. There was a pool table near the entrance and the bar made of mahogany wood. There was a flat-screen TV for those who like to watch sports events as well as a stage for the live band. The walls had sexy modern paintings and it was a shame that the artist was unknown. While I was watching the Lakers game, Marco the owner (born and raised in Los Angeles) served us to make sure that we felt as good as possible. Liz gave me a free coke. I admired the good service for an exchange of a smile. The Lakers won the game, so the drunks were happier than before, and at precisely that moment the party started. Good looking people were jamming with the rhythm of “Big Moves”; my companion kept ordering Pabst, and he began telling me about his life. He said his girl is a good woman. She has a Mexican, Chinese and Chilean background. He said that she brings him happiness. I asked him “is she the one”? His response was that people know the answer if a pregnancy ever comes out of the relationship. Agreed or not, that was his reality. The ring of my cell interrupted the conversation. Apparently there was a gallery nearby with free alcoholic drinks so we left rapidly to see it with our own eyes.
Art Walk and a Lakers game in the same night, it’s insane! Going to a bar with no destination is like a rolling stone, sometimes when the luck strikes, a good bar could be right in front of you. It just takes a moment to perceive it. Sometimes, it is like a cover of a book. As I decided to read this bar, my judgment said that the outside looked like a lonely place in an old building but inside it’s a different story. Liz, a smiling bartender was making sure that all the drunks were taken care of. Pabst 24oz was $3.00, Budweiser pitchers for $7.00, a live band called “Big Moves” and the Laker game was a good recipe for a good evening. There was a pool table near the entrance and the bar made of mahogany wood. There was a flat-screen TV for those who like to watch sports events as well as a stage for the live band. The walls had sexy modern paintings and it was a shame that the artist was unknown. While I was watching the Lakers game, Marco the owner (born and raised in Los Angeles) served us to make sure that we felt as good as possible. Liz gave me a free coke. I admired the good service for an exchange of a smile. The Lakers won the game, so the drunks were happier than before, and at precisely that moment the party started. Good looking people were jamming with the rhythm of “Big Moves”; my companion kept ordering Pabst, and he began telling me about his life. He said his girl is a good woman. She has a Mexican, Chinese and Chilean background. He said that she brings him happiness. I asked him “is she the one”? His response was that people know the answer if a pregnancy ever comes out of the relationship. Agreed or not, that was his reality. The ring of my cell interrupted the conversation. Apparently there was a gallery nearby with free alcoholic drinks so we left rapidly to see it with our own eyes.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Graffiti tribute
Crewest Gallery, 110 Winston St, Los Angeles, CA
Graffiti artists gathered tonight for a special event, a tribute to the birthplace of Los Angeles Graffiti art. There was a place in Los Angeles in the 90’s called Belmont Tunnel, where the artists exhibited their graffiti art. This place was buried under foundation of a new condo development. As I tried to get inside the gallery to admire the show, I looked at the big picture and there were tons of people who tried to do the same. My body succeeded to move forward, however, I didn’t move much. I was not surprised to run into my friend, Raul, a graffiti artist. He said that Crewest gets busy; I had no doubt in my mind because the gallery space looked so tiny in comparison to the large crowd even though it was packed with polite people. Suddenly, he said how proud he was because his art was hanging on the Crewest’s wall. Indeed, I was happy for him too. This exhibit had so much talent on the walls that it was an educational experience for me. I was shocked to realize how many graffiti art lovers were in gallery. They had a DJ playing great music and people’s eyes danced to the rhythm while they observed the art. Alcoholic beverages were not enough for everyone inside but nobody was complaining. I looked through the glass and I saw people lining up to get a chance to see the exhibit, but unfortunately, Crewest closed the doors at 8:00 pm. When I tried to talk to Raul, he was busy talking to someone else. I don’t think he heard when I said goodbye. I left with a smile because the night was still young to find a new adventure somewhere else.
Graffiti artists gathered tonight for a special event, a tribute to the birthplace of Los Angeles Graffiti art. There was a place in Los Angeles in the 90’s called Belmont Tunnel, where the artists exhibited their graffiti art. This place was buried under foundation of a new condo development. As I tried to get inside the gallery to admire the show, I looked at the big picture and there were tons of people who tried to do the same. My body succeeded to move forward, however, I didn’t move much. I was not surprised to run into my friend, Raul, a graffiti artist. He said that Crewest gets busy; I had no doubt in my mind because the gallery space looked so tiny in comparison to the large crowd even though it was packed with polite people. Suddenly, he said how proud he was because his art was hanging on the Crewest’s wall. Indeed, I was happy for him too. This exhibit had so much talent on the walls that it was an educational experience for me. I was shocked to realize how many graffiti art lovers were in gallery. They had a DJ playing great music and people’s eyes danced to the rhythm while they observed the art. Alcoholic beverages were not enough for everyone inside but nobody was complaining. I looked through the glass and I saw people lining up to get a chance to see the exhibit, but unfortunately, Crewest closed the doors at 8:00 pm. When I tried to talk to Raul, he was busy talking to someone else. I don’t think he heard when I said goodbye. I left with a smile because the night was still young to find a new adventure somewhere else.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Nong my imagination
Thai Patio, 5273 Hollywood Blvd, Los Angeles, CA
Is there a foreign country in the middle of city of Los Angeles? It is here! As I walked into the Thai territory, I felt relax and connected. This place had it all: music, alcoholic beverages and friendly people; that’s what I call a Thai treat! My friend Lisa waited for me while sipping her Thai beer. She seemed happy, even though, she waited a long hour for me. But once again, music and alcohol bring out the best in people - or else it’s my imagination going wild. Before I sat down, Lisa was on stage singing with Nong (the stage singer) suddenly, they were in the middle of an incredible duet, making other people happy with their music. I had the best sit of the house, right on front of them. I was VIP (or at least the Thai service made me feel like it). Lisa returned to the table, and said that next week they were organizing a gig elsewhere. My friend ordered another beer, and before I exchanged a word, she jumped on stage again. Apparently, singing was her goal and the beers were her fuel. Around me, people were singing and drinking. It was like a carnival all night long. There was no end to this party, joy was in the air and more people kept coming. Finally, Nong took a stage break, and Lisa approached me. She wanted to see the pictures I took while they were singing. Nong is such a sport because earlier she was ill, but singing was her medicine. After many songs, it was running late and catching up on some sleep didn’t sound like a bad idea after all. Sometimes, I wish a day had more hours for more drunk stories to write about.
Is there a foreign country in the middle of city of Los Angeles? It is here! As I walked into the Thai territory, I felt relax and connected. This place had it all: music, alcoholic beverages and friendly people; that’s what I call a Thai treat! My friend Lisa waited for me while sipping her Thai beer. She seemed happy, even though, she waited a long hour for me. But once again, music and alcohol bring out the best in people - or else it’s my imagination going wild. Before I sat down, Lisa was on stage singing with Nong (the stage singer) suddenly, they were in the middle of an incredible duet, making other people happy with their music. I had the best sit of the house, right on front of them. I was VIP (or at least the Thai service made me feel like it). Lisa returned to the table, and said that next week they were organizing a gig elsewhere. My friend ordered another beer, and before I exchanged a word, she jumped on stage again. Apparently, singing was her goal and the beers were her fuel. Around me, people were singing and drinking. It was like a carnival all night long. There was no end to this party, joy was in the air and more people kept coming. Finally, Nong took a stage break, and Lisa approached me. She wanted to see the pictures I took while they were singing. Nong is such a sport because earlier she was ill, but singing was her medicine. After many songs, it was running late and catching up on some sleep didn’t sound like a bad idea after all. Sometimes, I wish a day had more hours for more drunk stories to write about.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
intoxicated by the smell
The Smell, 247 S Main St, Los Angeles, CA
I heard that, a philosopher is a man who can look at an empty glass and smile. When I look at the Smell, I do exactly that: smile. The Smell is a bizarre hole in the wall in downtown L.A. The entrance is in an alley and the door is next to a big garbage dumpster. Inside, the walls are covered with graffiti, the couches are broken and the smell is reminiscent of a thrift store. There is no alcohol served at this club, but that didn’t matter because I was intoxicated by the smell. I felt like Alice in Wonderland due to the surrealist atmosphere. The drawings on the wall were more alive than the crowd, and the music was transporting me to a fantasy world. People weren’t very talkative but that was alright, because I was there to listen to the music, which was amazing! For affordable prices you could purchase music records, as well as coffee, candy and snacks. Here the musicians are allowed to be as creative as they want to be, there are no judges and freedom is in the air. I stayed till midnight to soak up energy for my next destination.
I heard that, a philosopher is a man who can look at an empty glass and smile. When I look at the Smell, I do exactly that: smile. The Smell is a bizarre hole in the wall in downtown L.A. The entrance is in an alley and the door is next to a big garbage dumpster. Inside, the walls are covered with graffiti, the couches are broken and the smell is reminiscent of a thrift store. There is no alcohol served at this club, but that didn’t matter because I was intoxicated by the smell. I felt like Alice in Wonderland due to the surrealist atmosphere. The drawings on the wall were more alive than the crowd, and the music was transporting me to a fantasy world. People weren’t very talkative but that was alright, because I was there to listen to the music, which was amazing! For affordable prices you could purchase music records, as well as coffee, candy and snacks. Here the musicians are allowed to be as creative as they want to be, there are no judges and freedom is in the air. I stayed till midnight to soak up energy for my next destination.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I Film
Downtown independent theater, 251 S Main St, Los Angeles, CA
I was passing by an old building in downtown Los Angeles when I couldn’t help but notice the contrast of an old and new construction next to each other. This building, which I meticulously observed, turned out to be a theater. My curiosity was strong, so I walked inside and my first impression was admiration! Vivian, the receptionist and cashier was very helpful and friendly, which is a rare combo these days. She mentioned that a good independent film was being shown tonight “The Harder They Come”, apparently she had seen it. The general manager, Kelley Francis happened to show up, and she courteously gave me a tour of the place. Kelley explained how she is proud to be working for the Kirst’s Family, who own the building and restored the theater to bring back the film spirit. They did a magnificent job; it is a work of art! This theater shows independent films and holds 236 seats. They have a roof that can be used for screenings or for admiring the gorgeous view of the downtown Los Angeles. The theater sells alcohol and tickets are as low as $5.00. Kelley told me a bit of history about the place. Originally the place was built in the 1920’s, called Linda Leah, and was used for showing Japanese films. Kelley even mentioned a movie they recently showed (and highly recommended) called Koyaanisqatsi (Hopi tribe language), meaning “Life out of Balance”, I researched for this tribe, and found out that they are originally from Arizona and their ancestors were related to the Aztecs of Mexico. The downtown independent theater experience was both inspirational and educational. Cultural enrichment while sipping an alcoholic beverage is a treat. Cheers to that!
I was passing by an old building in downtown Los Angeles when I couldn’t help but notice the contrast of an old and new construction next to each other. This building, which I meticulously observed, turned out to be a theater. My curiosity was strong, so I walked inside and my first impression was admiration! Vivian, the receptionist and cashier was very helpful and friendly, which is a rare combo these days. She mentioned that a good independent film was being shown tonight “The Harder They Come”, apparently she had seen it. The general manager, Kelley Francis happened to show up, and she courteously gave me a tour of the place. Kelley explained how she is proud to be working for the Kirst’s Family, who own the building and restored the theater to bring back the film spirit. They did a magnificent job; it is a work of art! This theater shows independent films and holds 236 seats. They have a roof that can be used for screenings or for admiring the gorgeous view of the downtown Los Angeles. The theater sells alcohol and tickets are as low as $5.00. Kelley told me a bit of history about the place. Originally the place was built in the 1920’s, called Linda Leah, and was used for showing Japanese films. Kelley even mentioned a movie they recently showed (and highly recommended) called Koyaanisqatsi (Hopi tribe language), meaning “Life out of Balance”, I researched for this tribe, and found out that they are originally from Arizona and their ancestors were related to the Aztecs of Mexico. The downtown independent theater experience was both inspirational and educational. Cultural enrichment while sipping an alcoholic beverage is a treat. Cheers to that!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
wasted with art
Plankton Robots, 2038 Bay Street, Los Angeles, CA
I love after hours events, especially when it’s about art. The city of Los Angeles goes to sleep early, but for those who time is no limitation, there are places that are strategically hidden, but are worth finding. My friend Jonah, an artist had a show in such a place. I almost didn’t find it, but when there is a will, there is a way. Drinks were $1.00, but the music and good times for free. There were lots of drunks, smokers and musicians hanging out at this art scene. We talked about lot of things, topics like art exhibitions prior to this one and others things which I cannot remember. I heard loud music in the back of the room so I started walking towards the wild side. After walking through a long corridor, I was not surprise to see people getting wasted while listening to the live band of the other end. The drunks were getting more than alcohol. There was good music with interesting art around it but eventually, they left to get food to sober up. Jonah told me that he is putting together a band, called “Where is the Moment” and he asked me to be one of the band members. That’s a one time opportunity I couldn’t refuse, so of course, I accepted! Next Sunday is our first rehearsal. As I looked around the place, I realized almost everyone was gone, so it was time for me to make my move too. I took away with me more than just a good time; I took away a memorable experience, thanks to all the talented artists who made this possible to all of us.
I love after hours events, especially when it’s about art. The city of Los Angeles goes to sleep early, but for those who time is no limitation, there are places that are strategically hidden, but are worth finding. My friend Jonah, an artist had a show in such a place. I almost didn’t find it, but when there is a will, there is a way. Drinks were $1.00, but the music and good times for free. There were lots of drunks, smokers and musicians hanging out at this art scene. We talked about lot of things, topics like art exhibitions prior to this one and others things which I cannot remember. I heard loud music in the back of the room so I started walking towards the wild side. After walking through a long corridor, I was not surprise to see people getting wasted while listening to the live band of the other end. The drunks were getting more than alcohol. There was good music with interesting art around it but eventually, they left to get food to sober up. Jonah told me that he is putting together a band, called “Where is the Moment” and he asked me to be one of the band members. That’s a one time opportunity I couldn’t refuse, so of course, I accepted! Next Sunday is our first rehearsal. As I looked around the place, I realized almost everyone was gone, so it was time for me to make my move too. I took away with me more than just a good time; I took away a memorable experience, thanks to all the talented artists who made this possible to all of us.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
high in the Hammer
Hammer Museum, 10899 Wilshire Blvd, Los Angeles, CA
Friday nights in the Hammer Museum are happy parties. Tonight there was a cash bar with artsy clientele waiting in line to get a buzz before the show begins. A well-known art consultant passed by with a “pedo smile”, which is very unusual in L.A; on the other hand, maybe not. Dr. Spock showed up, he is not alien to us, actually, he is a regular in the world of art. While I am making myself comfortable and marking my territory, a Terrier dog is treated as human by everyone around it. The music begins and now the happy party becomes magical. Lyn Foulkes seduces our ears with music notes that come from the notorious instrument he created. As he keeps the rhythm going, Mr. Norton Wisdom absorbed lots of inspiration by the music. While he was painting, we watched a nice dance performed by his hands. He gave birth to all sort of paintings. He kept changing the art pieces to different forms, faces, personalities, colors, etc. It was a beautiful thing to observe. I cannot imagine life without creative people. They intoxicate us with their beauty. I was naturally high by the atmosphere, all night long my friend Gabriela was smiling. Unfortunately, it was late for me but everyone else seemed to think that the night was still young. I left with a happy memory and a good story to write.
Friday nights in the Hammer Museum are happy parties. Tonight there was a cash bar with artsy clientele waiting in line to get a buzz before the show begins. A well-known art consultant passed by with a “pedo smile”, which is very unusual in L.A; on the other hand, maybe not. Dr. Spock showed up, he is not alien to us, actually, he is a regular in the world of art. While I am making myself comfortable and marking my territory, a Terrier dog is treated as human by everyone around it. The music begins and now the happy party becomes magical. Lyn Foulkes seduces our ears with music notes that come from the notorious instrument he created. As he keeps the rhythm going, Mr. Norton Wisdom absorbed lots of inspiration by the music. While he was painting, we watched a nice dance performed by his hands. He gave birth to all sort of paintings. He kept changing the art pieces to different forms, faces, personalities, colors, etc. It was a beautiful thing to observe. I cannot imagine life without creative people. They intoxicate us with their beauty. I was naturally high by the atmosphere, all night long my friend Gabriela was smiling. Unfortunately, it was late for me but everyone else seemed to think that the night was still young. I left with a happy memory and a good story to write.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Boogie Bar
The Canyon, 28912 Roadside Dr, Agoura Hills, CA
This bar is huge! There are two bars in this gigantic place, one on the left side of the room and the second on the right side. In the middle of the room, there is a stage for live concerts. The decor is all about the music and musicians. On the walls hang guitars and pictures of music icons like Bob Dylan, The Rolling Stones and other famous bands. As I approached the bar, Gus, the bartender was very helpful and funny. Tonight, the Lakers were playing the Denver Nuggets so lots of basketball fans were hanging nearby. A couple asked for drinks, and although the guy knew immediately what he wanted to drink, his girlfriend was still indecisive. Gus asked her: what can I get you? And she said: I’m still looking! Her response sounded very angry. Gus was quick to reply: Wow, you deserved a shot! I couldn’t help but to laugh out loud. My friend, Lisa, is a musician. Tonight, she played with her band, Bella Dona, a tribute to Fleetwood Mac. Later on, a second band called Boogie Knights played: featuring (of course) disco music. The Canyon is a place to go to forget your problems. It has a touch of magic. All night long, I heard good music, I watched people dancing, drinking, and smiling. I had a blast! People weren’t shy, so strangers were talking and dancing with me. Soon enough, I had met lots of people who shared one thing in common: a good hangout bar.
This bar is huge! There are two bars in this gigantic place, one on the left side of the room and the second on the right side. In the middle of the room, there is a stage for live concerts. The decor is all about the music and musicians. On the walls hang guitars and pictures of music icons like Bob Dylan, The Rolling Stones and other famous bands. As I approached the bar, Gus, the bartender was very helpful and funny. Tonight, the Lakers were playing the Denver Nuggets so lots of basketball fans were hanging nearby. A couple asked for drinks, and although the guy knew immediately what he wanted to drink, his girlfriend was still indecisive. Gus asked her: what can I get you? And she said: I’m still looking! Her response sounded very angry. Gus was quick to reply: Wow, you deserved a shot! I couldn’t help but to laugh out loud. My friend, Lisa, is a musician. Tonight, she played with her band, Bella Dona, a tribute to Fleetwood Mac. Later on, a second band called Boogie Knights played: featuring (of course) disco music. The Canyon is a place to go to forget your problems. It has a touch of magic. All night long, I heard good music, I watched people dancing, drinking, and smiling. I had a blast! People weren’t shy, so strangers were talking and dancing with me. Soon enough, I had met lots of people who shared one thing in common: a good hangout bar.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
The Last Frontier
Kings Eddy’s Saloon, 131 W. 5th street, Los Angeles
That bar is the last frontier, Oyster for $1.00, boiled eggs for .25 cents and beers for $2.00. The people there are classic drunks. The vagrants that paced behind asked them every so often for a dollar so they too may drink. There is a little smoking area that it is up to your own risk to go into it. My friend was brave enough to go, he came back with a pale face, and he said that a woman just grabbed his “goods”; maybe she needed one dollar or some change for some affordable entertainment. Victor, the bartender is unfazed by this kind of behavior from his clientele. His manners and fast service make it seem almost worth giving this place a second chance, but probably not. Jeremiah ate two boiled eggs, I said to him that I rather go back to 107 Bar to celebrate his birthday, oops; I almost forgot to mention that his birthday was on May 6. We walked back and it was a full bar, lots of fun people. I didn’t want to leave this time, I ordered couple of drinks for him to celebrate his cumpleanos. Unfortunately all good things come to an end; Jeremiah looked happy and very drunk. Wednesday didn’t feel like the middle of the week, in this place every day is like a birthday…
That bar is the last frontier, Oyster for $1.00, boiled eggs for .25 cents and beers for $2.00. The people there are classic drunks. The vagrants that paced behind asked them every so often for a dollar so they too may drink. There is a little smoking area that it is up to your own risk to go into it. My friend was brave enough to go, he came back with a pale face, and he said that a woman just grabbed his “goods”; maybe she needed one dollar or some change for some affordable entertainment. Victor, the bartender is unfazed by this kind of behavior from his clientele. His manners and fast service make it seem almost worth giving this place a second chance, but probably not. Jeremiah ate two boiled eggs, I said to him that I rather go back to 107 Bar to celebrate his birthday, oops; I almost forgot to mention that his birthday was on May 6. We walked back and it was a full bar, lots of fun people. I didn’t want to leave this time, I ordered couple of drinks for him to celebrate his cumpleanos. Unfortunately all good things come to an end; Jeremiah looked happy and very drunk. Wednesday didn’t feel like the middle of the week, in this place every day is like a birthday…
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