Just want to hip you to this week’s "New Yorker", the "Money Issue". There’s so much good shit here, I almost couldn’t turn out the light last night. Start with Tad Friend’s article on Nikki Finke, "Call Me – Why Hollywood Fears Nikki Finke".  Not only are Ms. Finke’s personality and working agenda delineated, you […]

I rented a Hyundai. They pulled up this eggplant colored piece of shit, with the Coke-bottle flairs over the rear wheels, and I winced.  A Hyundai?  Wasn’t there anything else? This was it.  We’d already waited in line for twenty minutes at Enterprise.  This had just come in.  Had just been cleaned.  There were no […]

I went to see Loggins & Messina at the Greek. I wasn’t going to write about it, fearful of being abused, for not only liking old music, but really lame old music.  But although Kenny Loggins sang that wimpy song about the bear, the band positively rocked.  They played completely different material from their last […]

T-shirts were ten bucks, food was edible and entrance was free. The performer was the Beatles.  Yes, that’s what Gustavo Dudamel represents, a break from the past, a long-haired youngster who spent his 10,000 hours in obscurity in Venezuela only to appear fully-formed at the Hollywood Bowl at the age of 28. Ginny having decamped […]