Very few films retain the patina of perfection over the decades and even fewer grow brighter over time. “Forbidden Games” (“Jeux Interdits”), a film by the French giant René Clément, is one of them. Originally released in 1952 and winner of the Best Foreign Language Oscar for 1953, among its many other awards, “Forbidden Games” […]
by Lina McDermott The 12th FYF Fest is this weekend in downtown LA. With over 50 acts, you can’t see everyone. You have to create your own playlist. Of course, there are the bigger names: Frank Ocean, Morrissey, Flume, Bloc Party, etc. I’m here to tell you about some artists you might not know about. […]
Somewhere, far away from the perpetual shuffle and bustle of our modern existence, there’s a place where life is about taking it easy. Breezes are cool, beers are cold, the people are friendly, and sandals are a staple to the local wardrobe – sound familiar? In recent decades, the soundtrack for that carefree place was […]
Nearly four decades since the first peak of his ascent as a reggae MC from Birmingham, U.K., Pato Banton continues to ride the wave of his prolific career in music. The 53-year-old singer has no plans to stop at the moment — he’s working on his 13th album, due out early next year, and planning […]
The story of the Young Dubliners begins in the late 1980s when frontman and Irish native Keith Roberts packed his bags and flew stateside to pursue journalism.
“It’s not the age of wine that matters,” Jack my wine tasting teacher was saying. “It’s how it ages. I bought all these Cabs back in ’84, a fine year for Napa. Some of these vintages will be accessible, and some will be . . . geriatric.”
Traditionally, each summer, magazines publish issues devoted largely to fiction. Our contribution to this tradition is the annual Easy Reader/Beach Anniversary Writing and Photography contest.
Buried but ever present, Charles Bukowski keeps rolling along by Bondo Wyszpolski Most of us won’t be here to blow out the candles on our 95th birthday, nor did Charles Bukowski reach that milestone. Even so, a number of people will be celebrating for him this Sunday afternoon at the Warner Grand Theatre and […]
Johnny “2/3” Anderson hosts art benefit for Harbor Rock Recovery Every Friday morning Johnny Anderson wakes up and makes his way down to the grassy oasis, known as Noble Park, that sits along The Strand between 14th and 15th streets in Hermosa Beach. It’s here he’s spent the last four years working to create a […]
As they approached the sumptuous brunch, a flock of inordinately large pelicans floated by. In seconds the entire deck was completely plastered with bird droppings. The backyard instantly went from pristine to buried under two inches of white feces.
Runoff from the morning rains still poured from storm drains along the beach. It carved its way through the sand, reached the surf, and was swept out to sea. Dipping below the horizon, the sun cast the clouds a deep red. Electric lights throughout Pier Plaza buzzed to life and taxis along Hermosa Avenue began disgorging their passengers.
This is the story of the profound influences that this 2-year community college had on my life. The memories flood the inner folds of my brain as I think back on those turbulent times on college campuses in the 1960s. It was crazy enough everywhere, but exceptionally so in the art departments. That is where I spent most of my time, as I pursued a dream career in the graphic design field.
My eyes narrow. This guy? I know I’m going to have anger issues with this idiot. He’s already a threat to exposing my secret.
He changed the topic to the Bukowski Library. “What do you think, guys? How ‘bout right over there?” while pointing at Berth 73. “Sure. Why not?” they said with little conviction. Vic left feeling most longies followed sports far more closely than literature, even the stories of a hometown wild man like Bukowski.
My little sister Norma “remembered” the incident through my telling of it, 40 years later. And sometimes I wondered if it was real, if I had dreamt it or if I made it up, to test her, her loyalty, like the faithful Tonto to the Lone Ranger, my younger sister to me (I, the middle daughter), and at that time, thankfully, the bigger.