View from Mulholland
View from Mulholland
I had an odd nightmare last night. It was a bit all over the place, but that’s par for the course.
It felt like I was in my hometown, on a dead end street where a friend used to live. It was night, the only real light was from a street light but that seemed brighter than normal. I wasn’t in my friend’s yard but was in his next door neighbor’s drive way, right under the street light.
I was bending down with a rubber dustpan and a hand held garden rake/cultivator type deal and was trying to sweep up what looked like broken light bulbs. A useless endeavor considering the tools that I had.
The wind picked up and I heard the low moan of a fire truck off in the distance. I looked up the street and I saw a ghostly figure walking. It looked a bit like a human/adult male form of “Pig pen” from the Charlie Brown cartoons with dirt, leaves, stuff swirling around him. I went back to “sweeping”, and I looked up the road again and the figure was closer. It started to resemble Paul McCartney in a trench coat and hat with a tooth pick, looking a bit like Val Kilmer as ‘Doc Holiday’ from “Tombstone”. The figure, he/it, was still full of ghostly gray and white hues.
I looked back over my shoulder to where my friend’s house should have been. Now I haven’t been in that house since probably around 1983/84, but to my knowledge it’s still there. The house that was in it’s place was completely different. It was like a mash of up of Modern architecture blended with a bit of a Craftsman Bungalow. The front was rectangle with a dark brown wooden design, it had a built in alcove for the door. Minimal windows on the front, and the house was lined with a rich thicket of shrubs on each side of a stone walk way. At the top, above the wooden wall there were rectangle windows that lined the front right below the roof, and the roof sloped backwards.It had a big “tiny house” with a twist of California vibe to it.
Inside the windows, there were flickering flames and at that point the siren that was off in the distance was moaning louder. It didn’t seem like it was my house, but I knew it, and I panicked and just ran right through the thick wooden front door knocking it down. Flames littered the interior and that was the point that I woke up, not knowing the end. I didn’t want to know the end. I got out of bed and had to occupy my mind. I remembered it was trash day so I filled the bag under the kitchen counter with all that I could and took it and the trash can out to the curb where the crisp morning air helped wake me up even more. Some dreams you don’t want to revisit.
I’ve finished season 2 of “Animal Kingdom”. It’s a pretty dynamic show based around a family of criminals. By criminals I mostly mean thieves but they are involved in other crimes as well.
Shawn Hatosy was the name I knew the most heading into it and he’s good in it. He’s been good in pretty much everything I’ve watched him in.
It’s on TNT, but they push the limit so much it’s hard to argue that it would be better on HBO/Cinemax, but it would. A lesser argument than other shows, but still would have been better.
Love the houses that most of them live in and the bar is pretty neat as well.
An edit off of the @la2024 image. A little bit of everything LA has to offer. Just missing the Hollywood Hills.
Stray thoughts: 5/3/2017
turns to another month and my sleeping brain turns to another strange dream
I was in one
of the newer Dodge Challengers. Matte Black on Black, dark as coal in the
middle of the night. I was driving, well I was flying on I-40 at 3 am somewhere
west of Tennessee
I’m not quite sure where I was headed, and I don’t think i was running from
anything. Late at night, nobody on the road, I think I simply wanted to fly.
The car was climbing above 140 and felt like she had plenty left.
The Doors “L.A. Woman”, was blaring through the speakers.
“Risin’! Risin’!”. That caused
me to press down on the gas some and 150 was now behind me. I was somewhere in Oklahoma, I saw a couple of exits that would take me to Tulsa. I started to
wonder if I was closer to Barstow or Wilmington.
I spotted a blurry white streak off to my right and it looked like a woman. I
slowed down and eventually spun around. There wasn’t another car in sight. I
passed where she was sitting on a guard rail, I spun around again and pulled
off on the shoulder. I asked, “Is there anyway I can help you?” She looked up, tears streaked down her face.
She was wearing a white cotton chemise and a pair of white panties. Mid 30’s was my
guess, her wavy brown hair looked slept in and she had a tiny gap between her
front two teeth, it was cute, she was cute. She stood up and gave something a
fling, and walked closer to the car. She leaned down on the door not realizing
her breasts were in full view. It was hard not to look, they were nice. She
said, “can you just get me out of here.” I said “hop in”.
Since it was
middle of the summer, I had the AC on full blast and since she was barely
dressed I cut it down. I said, “if you reach back in the back seat you’ll
find a hoodie and a pair of gym shots in the duffel bag if you are chilly”,
while knowing any jeans or pants I had in the bag would have no chance of fitting
her. She got up in the seat and reached
back and her ass was right there. Again, hard not to look but driving 70 at
this point was nothing.
She found the
shorts and slid them on up under the chemise, she then pulled it over her
head and wiggled into the sweatshirt and said “thank you”. I said,
“You’re welcome”, and asked, “where she wanted to go”. She
had her feet up in the seat and arms wrapped around them and asked, “Where
are you headed?”. I said, “I’m have no idea.” She smiled and
said, “I’ve been there, it’s nice.”
I stepped on
the gas to get up to around 100 to cruise through the Oklahoma night, which is the point that I
started to wake up.
The first song this morning opened, “On a dark desert highway”, hell who am I kidding, I wish was on a dark desert highway. Maybe I am.
Anyway, this is probably my favorite Eagles song.
Warren Zevon opened the music on this hump day with “Carmelita”. A dark song about someone struggling with a heroin addiction.
In this early/original version he sings. “I pawned my Smith & Wesson”, and it was changed to “I pawned my Smith Corona” in most of the other versions. I wonder if the recording label forced that change.
What do they think he meant by “pearl handled deck”, he wasn’t playing cards, he was either playing or contemplating playing russian roulette. “Smith Corona” works for the 70′s/80′s, but the firearm reference fits the song so much better. It sounds to me like Warren encountered a couple of those record people Tom Petty has ranted about here and there.
I hear Mariachi static on my radio
And the tubes they glow in the dark
And I’m there with her in Ensenada
And I’m here in Echo Park