Hazy Memories From Molly Mallone’s.

Another night, another fix, so full of life, so full of shit.  I already wrote about the day and like I said, I only remember so much from this night due to whiskey, dehydration and extreme caustic fatigue.  But I woke up all smiles.

All smiles because of my extended family of Angelinos.  More and more at Fight From Above shows we get a great cross section of the Lost Angeles diaspora, a place where we can turn the lights down low and see the world over the rim of our snifters and pints and wine glasses with hazy, hazy eyes admiring sounds and colors.

closer to game time.

closer to game time.

A room fills with pockets of friends that connect like raindrops on the hood of a car.  People share mutual friends and connect the dots.  Drinks go down smoother and smoother.  It’s Saturday night and we are young.  We are the ones who made it!  We, the bastard children of Hollywood.

to each his own.

to each his own.

We are account executives and actors and computer people and waitresses.  We are students and scholars and vagrants and scoundrels.  We convene under streetlight and we drink and we forget the weight on us and we just melt away into an evening.  We could be kings right now or jesters.  It doesn’t matter at all.  We are all still living.

pineapple and the birdman.

pineapple and the birdman.

Pineapple and Birdman and T-Rex and Koala, Tom-Tom and Thomas, Teweles and Shade and the Danny Parade.  Weekend warriors dragging bats and chains and blood in their veins.

faces.

faces.

Network television and film studios and agencies all come to the bar and flail and to wail and to sail through the stars.  We can be kids again tonight.  Even if we grow up tomorrow.  Let’s road trip from Diego or down from SB, from Frisco to disco somewhere by the sea.

t-rex skylining.

t-rex skylining.

They might hate the music, they might hate the band, but they will love this night in Hollywoodland.  We are princes and paupers and morons and theives, we are drinking the Kool Aid, we’ve been brought to our knees.

tonight is right.

tonight is right.

Another booked room and another long night, another misstep that was stepped out of line.  A broken glass on the floor by the amp by the door, a near miss, direct hit, good night and I’m thrilled.  I woke up alive!  I woke up alive!  The pictures developed, let’s figure out why!

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