When it comes to his music, Miyavi considers his body and his soul to be his instrument.
“I am woman hear me roar in numbers too big to ignore and I know too much to go back and pretend” was sung by Helen Reddy back in the days of early marches for women’s rights, and on 1/21/17 it was the rally of the SISTERHOOD MARCH in downtown LA. With an estimated 750,000 strong, the throngs of this showing of solidarity for Women’s Rights was an absolute confirmation of those that stand with women. It is said that for every 1 you know of, there are 10,000 you don’t know of.
From the time I arrived at the N0Ho Redline Station, I realized that this was no ordinary march and that it was being taken to heart and soul by numbers that were staggering. On the Redline in NoHo, train cars upon train cars were jam packed by the Women’s March supporters. It took a few times until my companion and I were able to slither into a car and find a seat.
Upon our arrival at Pershing Square, there must have been 75,000 people jammed in all around the actual square and the station. There were also people in the tall buildings all around us displaying posters lending their support for Women’s Rights. There were at least 5 helicopters at any given time flying about us taking it all in. A green helicopter made the most passes and everytime they flew over us we all raised our fist to show our solidarity for Women’s Rights.
So many wonderful posters being held by women, children and men that it made me cry to know that these people really cared about Freedon of Choice and making a difference. The Womem’s March sponsors had expected only 80,000 supporters, but instead found themselves having to soak in the vastness of an estimated 750,000 supporters. I had never seen such a turnout from back in the day when we had to make ourselves heard above the din of the Monroe Doctrine and the Viet Nam War. Back then I burned my bra and chanted at Anti-Viet Nam war demonstrations “Hell No We Won’t Go.” Those were the days for me. We were young, full of hope and felt that our voice mattered.
This time there were a lot of young people attending, but there were also gray hairs such as myself mustering up the energy to stand by our decades’ old convictions. “Power To The People” John Lennon used to chant in his song and it has not lost the force of it’s message. We all need to stand together and let the world know that we will not stand silently by and let all that we worked for in the 60’s be lost. NO!
Not content to stand at Pershing Square, we made our way up The Nickel (5th Street) and over to Spring Street where the Women’s March was moving toward City Hall. Along the way residents of lofts and apts. were blasting their music for the marchers to let us know that they stood with us in spirit. Those friends that could not march did tell us that they were with us in spirit. Those that did not attend the LA march did go to the marches in Santa Brabara, CA and San Francisco, CA if they were able. There were marches all around the world, but the numbers were not available at the time I’m writng this. I’m guessing millions. This bolsters my old heart and deeply entrenches my resolve.
Along Spring Street there were many booths of various ideologies and there were venders that had food. Of those, there was a popped chip company handing out free bags of their deoicious products. Yummy… and this held me over until l got home as all the eating establisments were packed and I was going to have to wait for hour or more to eat. Kept moving toward City Hall. Upon reaching the cross street where City Hall was, we were turned back. We were told “No more room.”
On our way up and back, streets bordering Spring Street were clogged with marchers heading toward City Hall. We were told that City Hall was at compasity and that is when we first heard the number 750,000. I beleive it. Even side streets such as Main Street were clogged with marchers. So clogged that busses were lined up trying to avoid the march route. LOL. After taking a sidetrip over to The Nickel and Main Street to see the latest additions of Street Art at Indian Alley, we decided to head over to Clifton’s Cafeteria which had a waiting list of an hour -and- a -half. Many buildings were closed, including the famous Bradbury Building, due to the march.
Heading down 7th Street from Broadway we wanted to go over to St. Vincent Court with it’s Europen flavor for a bite. No go. All of the quaint little cafes were clogged with people and no place to sit. Walking up to Flower on 7th there were still lots of marchers gathering and working out what to do now. We slipped onto the Redline there and went over to the other side of Pershing Square by the Central Market. There at a bar, we bought a few drinks and waited for a few. The street was full of marchers. The bar was packed with marchers.
I am really interested in how much those venures in LA made that historical day. That’s right! We made history marching for women’s rights.
After waiting awhile for things to calm down…HA! We went back onto the Redline to head to Union Station because we had figured out that was the only way to get a seat on the Redline heading back to NoHo.
Upon arriving in NoHo we wandered into The Federal where there was a jammed packed house of marchers. Hats and t-shirts gave them away. It was there that we found out that there were marches geld at the NoHo Station and Universal Station by those that were not able to board the Redline train to Pershing Square/Civic Center. At The Federal I was able to shoot a photo of a man in an awesome shirt.
The theme for the marchers seemed to be about the pussy and grabbing it as I saw more shirts, posters and chants about that than anything.
News outlets had the following to say: CNN “Sister March”; LA Times “Largest turnout since immigration March in 2006” and “Largest in over a decade; ABC Worls News “150,000 in LA. One of many around the world.” “Organizers expected 80,000 and welcomed 750,000.”
For myself, I think it was at least 750,000 marchers. Who knows, perhaps it was more like 1 million attendees marching in solidarity for Women’s Rights which includes Social Security and Medi-Care and not just Pro-Choice.
Thank you Dove for walking the official march route yesterday and smudging it and blessing it for those that would come hoping to make a difference.
United we stand, divided we fall. Power to the pussy!
Just in time to watch instead of the new president elect’s inauguration, my DVD “8 Days A Week, The Touring Years” arrived with little fanfare or mailbox watching. In fact, no trumpets blared when I gingerly opened the mailbox or when this fan opened the DVD…but there it was to rescue me.
This wasn’t to be the first time that I had seen the carefully curated Ron Howard film, I had also viewed a Universal Studios screening, they own Capital Records, and hosted by KLOS 95.5 “Breakfast With The Beatles”host Chris Carter in Hollywood, CA early on as well as a screening in Santa Monica, CA. I like that first screening in Santa Monica as we got to sip wine while watching the film. It was a bit marred by one attendee who thought it a good idea to bring their chatty two-year-old with them. At that point I needed the wine.
“8 Days A Week, The Touring Years” is the latest addition to a very large Beatles’ collection which sports several Beatle films from “A Hard Days Night” and”Help” to Beatle’s related films such as “The Magic Christian and “Across The Universe.” One of the collection was produced by my friend John Slot’s, a well known poet, brother Andrew Slot…ah “Imagine.” The collection includes many books, some written by John Lennon such as “A Spanard In The Works” and “In His Own Write” as well a little book titled “Japan Through The Eyes of John Lennon” which is full of Lennon’s art. There’s also a bit of Beatle jewelry.
There’s buttons, playing cards, bubble gum trading cards, posters, a special mounted photograph of the lads at a news conference in LA by Lord Tim, lots of special issue magazines, music and a few collages assembled from my magazine collection. 5 collages have been assembled in all of which I only have 2 with me.
As for “8 Days A Week,” it’s a very well crafted Beatlementary about the Fab 4 and their cheeky life on the road and in the studio from 1963 to 1966 and they show footage of their last, rooftop “concert” on Abby Road Records which was shut down by the police. Stunning examples of their famous, sold out shows with screaming , crying and fainting fans. It also is great for footage of their very off the cuff interviews, how well they worked together and just The Beatles in general.
An amazing fact that this Beatle fan had not known until just prior to this film being first seen, is that they refused to play before segregated performances. The concerts had to be inclusive and as Ringo Starr put it “We weren’t playing for this gruop of people or that group of people. We wanted to play for everyone.” Paul McCartney added that there had to be a collective vote of 4 in order to move on an idea, so this concept of no segregation had been agreed upon by all members. It did appear in their signed contacts.
Did I see The Beatles live at anytime? Why yes, yes indeed I did. The Hollywood Bowl show in August 1964 where Jackie DeShannon opened, with my brother. Our mother had made him take me. The whole experience was amazing and left a lasting impression upon my music soul. At one point I owned all of their LP’s. I did manage to ware them all out.
Hats off to Ron Howard for this wonderful piece of Beatles history and a day in the life of attitude. The reminiscences of the interviewees was a compliment to this film and the fan footage blended with news footage provides a marvelously woven story which ends with the rooftop concert. The background narrative added to the pieces of the puzzle and brings to light the dissatisfaction that The Beatles had been developing toward touring and how they could not hear themselves above the roar of the crowds’ screaming.
Who is my second favorite band…Led Zeppelin. Be warned though that there isn’t nearly the amount in that collection as there is for The Beatles.
Many thanks to my bank’s credit card for giving me monthly bonuses which I can use to purchase items such as “8 Days A Week.”
Went to see a Doors tribute band yesterday at Venice Beach Bar and I must admit that going in I wasn’t too sure what to expect. Once the decision was made to attend, the arduous jouney to Venice Beach began. Peace Frog has had a few notices on Facebook, but this gig caught my attention with Venice Beach as it’s place of origin, just like the original Doors. As the lead singer for Peace Frog put it, it was where the guys would gather and consume LSD and Croissants.
Man do I remember those days well. Wild, strange days of LSD indulgence and dancing barefoot until my feet would bleed…yes those were the days.
I remember one time going to a show with my first love in Woodland Hills, CA to the Theater In The Round to see them. My love and I got so hot that we hurridly left the gig to get into his panel truck and screw each other’s brains out…Come On Baby Light My Fire.
Memories are the gift that Peace Frog gave me with their incredible performance that lasted nearly 3 sweaty hours. I’ve been sending copies of the videos that I taped yesterday to friends that have also seen The Doors and they are blown away.
To read more of what I have to say and watch my videos stay tuned for my next column for the NoHo Arts District coming out in a few weeks.
It’s uncanny how large Jim Morrison looms in the vortex of my life! From my first time in Paris to today when I booked my apt for my next trip to Paris in Montmartre, the place where Morrison first haunted me in 2014. Today, I confirmed that I was going to see Peace Frog in Venice Beach, California for an afternoon gig. Peace Frog is a tribute band to The Doors, the band fronted by Morrison. Next thing I know, I’m booking an apt in Paris for 2018.
This trip will mean going over to Pere Lachaise to visit Morrison’s grave for certain and mayhaps visit the SOUL KITCHEN CAFE in Montmartre to say hello. I accidently stumbled upon this place my first time in Paris when I got lost and took it as an omen to pay my respects to the Lizard King.
Morrison kept haunting me all over Paris, even got into into my iPod and stuck it on my selection of The Doors’ songs over and over and over. without knowing it, my apt was on Rue Muller not far from the stairs of the Sacre Coeur where Morrison used to hang out and people watch. Still sends shivers down my spine to think about that.
While at Pere Lachaise in 2014 I met a young singer by the name of Nelson Vard who was also there to pay his respects to the Lizard King. Vard offered to put my ODE TO JIM MORRISON on his gravestone along with white roses and baby’s breath as well as my brother’s ashes in a canister. Vard also sang a few of The Doors’ hits and reminded me of Donovan, “Try To Catch The Wind”, and found his demeanor pleasant. Toward the end of the meeting, Vard told me that he had won a slot on Nouvelle Star which is similiar to American’s Got Talent. At the time, I didn’t know that Vard had picked up a heart shaped stone there and would use it to channel Morrison while he belted out “Light My Fire” on Nouvelle Star. He was a hit with that performance and lasted into the final round, but as all French know techno pop gets signed and not rock n’ roll. Rock n’ roll is assigned to the underground music scene that abounds in Paris and for a consideration Paris Mojo will squire you around to the club scene that is a vibrant part of Parisian nightlife.
So here we are today, going to Venice Beach to see Peace Frog perform The Doors’ hits and hopefully channel the Lizard King. And now, I’m going back to Paris to read Hemingway’s “A Moveable Feast” at Shakespeare & Company and revel in the essance that is Morrison’s Paris.
Seems like there are more acts falling over themselves to not play at our President Elect’s Inaugual Ball than are standing up for the duty. Take the case of The Eagle’s Joe Walsh, Ringo Starr’s brother-in-law, who originally had said he would play the gig and then changed his mind. I saw a clip where his wife was the spokesperson on that and she was clear about who wore the pants in that marriage. Walsh is married to Barbara Bachs’ sister Marjorie. Currently touring with Bad Company, Walsh has clearly bailed on Trump, but who is actually playing this most important gig? And better yet, has there ever been this kind of controvery in anyone’s memory?
How many bands told Trump to stop using their music for his campaign? Too many to count. When it was announced that the Rockettes were slated to perform, one of them boldly announced that she would not be joining them. The management’s statement went something like “you perform or you are fired.” A Bruce Springstein tribute band have been chosen to perform and they have accepted. RollingStone Magazine has run a story that the B Street Band is being put in the position of having to defend their decision. The band makes a good point, “it’s about music and not politics.”
The same thing happened to Jennifer Holliday when she said yes to doing the gig, she dropped out due to criticism from her fans. Toby Keith, Three Doors down, and Ted Nugent are on board for the gig for now. Nugent is so extreme that I doubt he’ll jump ship. And then there’s the Morman Tabernale Choir which has also joined the beleagered line-up. Their rendition of “Hallelujah” sends chills down my spine, but I hope that isn’t on their set list.
I have a friend that is the CEO at Altarboy Music in London, England who seems to agree with the B Street Band. “See this is what I’m talking about, these guys are present and clever enough to know they are entertainers and it’s just a gig. They aren’t shaking fingers or lecturing they are there to play and entertain,” Luis states on a Facebook post of the RollingStone Magazine post. Make no mistake, Luis is from L A and a vibrant part of the local music scene from the get go. He moved to London due to all of the falder rah going on here in the local music scene which is what I write about for the Noho Art’s District in the L A Music Scene.
For myself, I find it difficult to take sides just like abortion. I feel that each person has the right to make their informed choice according to their values and not be bludgeoned by the self appointed thought police. It is just a gig if you look at it from a purely business standpoint. And I didn’t see any rockers jumping ship from “Celebrity Apprentice” when Trump was the boss and declaring “You’re fired.” They all seemed to enjoy their stint on the reality TV show and none seemed to have gone up in flames.
While it is clear where the majority of the entertainment industry stands by the rash of “Hell no I won’t go” chants in the media, that is their choice. Allow those that have chosen to do the PAYING gig have their moment and make some money. A gig is a gig is a gig; especially if it’s a paying gig. Besides, HRC wasn’t the clear choice for many in the entertainment industry; #feelthebern was.
I cannot recall there ever being such a huge outcry as has been witnessed this election and inauguration…never. Beyonce’s lip syncing fail doesn’t count.