I'm coming to L.A. (1 Viewer)
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Black Swan
Abord the Yorikke!
Enjoy your trip
Father Luke
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Hey, man, hit the horse races!
mjp
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Maybe so, sir. It would have to be on the Sunday (18th), but I'll see what we've got shaking on that day. Email me at the smog.net address or PM me here.
right! I'll have to go!
a word of advice if you do hit the horse races. hollywood park is a delightful race-track and it's in the "nice" part of Inglewood, but my favourite bartender there did advise me not to go to the night races. I think when the sun goes down the area becomes a little bit lively, to say the least.
oh, and don't bother backing the favourite unless it's in a small field.
oh, and don't bother backing the favourite unless it's in a small field.
mjp
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Ah, sorry man. You have to leave a message, I get a lot of wrong numbers on that phone.
Well I see you made it to Green Hills, that's good. Sorry our paths didn't cross this time.
Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
Roni;
Nice photo.
Nice photo.
Father Luke
Founding member
i look at that photo and i take off my hat.
and i'm not even wearing one.
and i'm not even wearing one.
Black Swan
Abord the Yorikke!
Great shot Roni. Hope you had a good time.
thanks, friends.
sure it's only a plate on a hill, but then - it's Buk's.
I took some of the leaves that grow there and use them as a bookmark now. I always tell myself: THIS grew out of Bukowskis body!
here's another one:
(yes, I've been there till sundown. and the moon was just coming up.
@ponder: sure I was 'posing' for the pics, they weren't taken by a hidden paparazzi. But this doesn't mean, my emotions would not be true, right?)
@mjp:
yeah, the mailbox offered to send an sms for a callback. But since I've used the cellphones of strangers to call you, I found this useless and decided to try it myself later on. Ah! next time!
(yes, I made it to Green Hills - WALKING all the way from Pacific Coast Highway up the hill along Western Ave! With my backpack on my back! I was SWEATING for my hero!)
sure it's only a plate on a hill, but then - it's Buk's.
I took some of the leaves that grow there and use them as a bookmark now. I always tell myself: THIS grew out of Bukowskis body!
here's another one:
(yes, I've been there till sundown. and the moon was just coming up.
@ponder: sure I was 'posing' for the pics, they weren't taken by a hidden paparazzi. But this doesn't mean, my emotions would not be true, right?)
@mjp:
yeah, the mailbox offered to send an sms for a callback. But since I've used the cellphones of strangers to call you, I found this useless and decided to try it myself later on. Ah! next time!
(yes, I made it to Green Hills - WALKING all the way from Pacific Coast Highway up the hill along Western Ave! With my backpack on my back! I was SWEATING for my hero!)
mjp
Founding member
Ouch. That's almost two miles of walking uphill for those of you who are wondering what it was like.
Of course I know your emotions are real. I've visited the graves of a few of my favorite writers. Those moments are unforgettable.
True!
I remember being at Serge Gainsbourgs grave in Paris the first time. It was raining and I brought a white Lilly. And he had all these white flowers on his grave and little things from fans, like drawings, packets of cigarettes, even a head of cabbage (in remembrance of his song "je suis l'homme a tete de chou"). And I stood there in the rain. And I knew, he hasn't died yet and never will.
Father Luke
Founding member
what a great sentiment. what great writing. thanks, roni.
Black Swan
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Hello Slimedog,
if you like Serge Gainsbourg
you may also enjoy
Alain Bashung
if you like Serge Gainsbourg
you may also enjoy
Alain Bashung
me too.
Histoire de Melody Nelson is a visionary masterpiece that is still influencing new bands.
it still sounds fresh and current, even though it's over 35 (?) years old.
M
MULLINAX
Birkin Photo - Dig It
I like how Serge and his buddy, a guy who directed a Buk film, also directed Serge's squeeze at the time, being butt-fucked from behind. There's a famous "still" from that film. We see Serge and the director calmly discussing the scene as JANE, buck-naked, waits patiently to be mounted by a disinterested-looking actor. (Yeah, right).
Her name was Jane, an Englishwoman who seems to have become French. Daughter is now a major French actress of sorts.
Serge is in that big saloon in the sky, hangin' with Morrisson, Buk and Kerouac, but Buk keeps on going off to his room to be alone, to "hit the typer".
I like how Serge and his buddy, a guy who directed a Buk film, also directed Serge's squeeze at the time, being butt-fucked from behind. There's a famous "still" from that film. We see Serge and the director calmly discussing the scene as JANE, buck-naked, waits patiently to be mounted by a disinterested-looking actor. (Yeah, right).
Her name was Jane, an Englishwoman who seems to have become French. Daughter is now a major French actress of sorts.
Serge is in that big saloon in the sky, hangin' with Morrisson, Buk and Kerouac, but Buk keeps on going off to his room to be alone, to "hit the typer".
