Hugh Hewitt, Gary Sinise visit Temecula

Gary Sinise with the Lt. Dan Band are holding a benefit concert tonight in Temecula for Marine Cpl. Juan Dominguez. who lost both legs and an arm in Afghanistan.  Hugh Hewitt hosted his radio show from Baily’s in Old Town Temecula sponsored by KTIE 590.  I was happy to be in the audience, not only because I’m a Hewitt fan, but that he celebrated the life of Andrew Breitbart, the recently deceased conservative commentator.  Here are some shots of Hewitt on air:



And taking a break in between segments:


He was kind enough to come up to me and say hello.  I was also lucky to get there just in time to snap this pic of Sinise:


Here he is talking to a representative from KTIE who commended him for all the work he does for the troops:


It was quite cold this evening at the show but it was such a wonderful way to celebrate Andrew Breitbart.  May he rest in peace.


retyping the classics with hunter thompson

Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

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I watched the Gonzo documentary before going to bed so naturally I dreamed of Hunter Thompson. He was with me at a party with all the young dudes as the David Bowie song goes.

I convinced these young men that Hunter was alive and well and within these 4 walls. They all got up to talk to him like teen girls with the Beatles in 1964.

I learned from the documentary that he had a sweet side which you can see in the way he touches his chin in an episode of To Tell the Truth. Both of his wives said he had a vicious side, like when he screams at one of them to find his g–damn medicine.

I also learned that Ralph Steadman, Hunter’s illustrator, is not a crazy person. I mistakenly thought so based on his work as you can see here:

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He appears normal and well-spoken, like a nice gentleman you pass in the supermarket as shown here:

British cartoonist and caricaturist Ralph Stea...

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In the film Hunter said he typed the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald (Great Gatsby) over and over just to get the flow. Did it work for him? Obviously.

So to get over the dreaded writers block that possessed me over the holidays I’ll do what Hunter did with the Gatsby.

Instead of writing I rewrite.

I checked out classics from the library by authors like Bradbury, Faulkner, Conan Doyle, and Fenimore Cooper. What a way to feel like the author to retype their words, to see what they saw and what made them get it all down on paper. You don’t get that by just copy/pasting.

So because of Hunter sneaking into my dreams I remembered the most vital part of writing: rewriting. I’m ready for more trips into the subconscious as long as the Steadman drawings stay at home.

midnight in paris: on a whim movie review

Salvador Dali with ocelot and cane.

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I was in the mood for an artist’s date yesterday and in true form, I planned nothing ahead except for bring with me a free movie pass I won in a raffle.

Without checking to see what was playing, I went to the theater to see what movie was starting next.  One couple bought tickets to Midnight in Paris.  I’m not a movie goer so I’m not familiar with anything on the silver screen that doesn’t involve Harry Potter. The couple said it was a Woody Allen film.  I’ve loved his movies for many years but got creeped out with him marrying Mia Farrow’s daughter, but I thought I’ll give it a shot.

And what a shot it was.  We hear but not see Owen Wilson as Gil Pender talking to his fiancée (Rachel McAdams) about how tired he is of being a hollywood hack and how he wants to live in Paris to write a novel but she wants to stay in Malibu. They are in France on business with her parents so they take in the sights.

Gil goes for a walk at midnight and on a whim he gets picked up in a cab from the 1920s with some partygoers. At the party he meets Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald, while Cole Porter entertains on the piano.  The Fitzgeralds take Gil to a bar where they meet Hemingway then see Gertrude Stein (Kathy Bates) where he gives her his novel to critique.  By the way, Picasso is with Stein analyzing a painting I swear looks like something my 7-year-old concocted, but hey, it’s Picasso.

Other artists from the 1920s make appearances such as Adrian Brody as Salvador Dali.  I never knew Dali could be so sexy and crazy at the same time especially since he only spoke of rhinoceroses.

This is the kind of movie I’d write.  Or it would at least be in my dream journal.  It was like walking through all of my lit and art courses in college.  If this movie existed back then, I’d have straight A’s, no problem.  We want to see the people we study come to life.

After the movie I felt inspired as an artist so on a whim I walked to Michael’s.  I still felt like I was in the movie as I walked by an Italian restaurant as a street performer sang, “It’s a wonderful night for a moon dance.”  I walked straight to the artist supplies and saw sketchbooks on sale, so I picked one up with some charcoal pencils.  I plan on using these at the beach today like Reginald Marsh as he sketched by the ocean.

What a terrific unplanned artist’s date’ it’s something we all need to unblock our creativity.  I give this movie a rating of all the stars Vincent Van Gogh ever painted.

my favorite landmark: orson welles birthplace

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During a trip to my hometown Kenosha last week, I asked my friend Dave to stop in front of the birthplace of Orson Welles.

I had been there before in a round-about way like a vision quest.  I asked a librarian for the address and walked around town with a friend getting lost ’til we finally said, “Mr. Welles, please direct us!” And just like it happens in the movies, we found it.

This time I had no trouble.  It was like finding my home.  I remembered the spot perfectly.  Dave obliged and snapped the following photos:

The plaque above the address (below) reads, “Orson Welles Birthplace: City of Kenosha Landmark Historic Preservation Commission.”

And finally the house which has been wonderfully maintained:

I had the pleasure of sending these photos to Mr. Welles’ daughter, Chris Welles Feder, who has never been to Kenosha.

To say I’m thrilled to experience the beginning of film history is an understatement.  Welles may have never liked Kenosha, but it doesn’t matter. The city will always take care of him.

it’s dark and we’re wearing (ray bans wayfarer) sunglasses…hit it!

I'm Still in Love with You (Roy Orbison album)

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Elwood: It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses.
Jake: Hit it.

my ode in acrylic to my fav sunglasses: wayfarers

First there was Audrey:

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Then the Blues Brothers:

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Then Tom:

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Then finally me:

notice the beale st shirt - straight from memphis

When Tom Cruise brought back Wayfarers in Risky Business and Don Henley sang about them in “Boys of Summer“, I found an old pair of my brother’s (maybe it was his tribute to Roy Orbison). I couldn’t stop wearing them in high school.

Like when it was Fifties Day at high school. I forewent the poodle skirt and dressed like a greaser with my dad’s old shirt and my brother’s Letterman jacket:

My over-sized pair came in handy (still don’t believe the school allowed us to wear shorts that short):

Even during the Miss Bristol,WI pageant (one year I won Miss Congeniality – take THAT Sandra Bullock!)

My friend Jill got in on the action. A boy in school thought Jill had a body that was illegal for freshmen to look at.  I have to agree.

Today I can’t wear Ray Bans due to my prescription eye glasses. I once owned a pair of prescription sunglasses but I made the mistake of wearing them in the ocean at Laguna Beach. A wave swept over me and off they went.  Somewhere there’s a fish who can see REALLY well but more importantly, looks REALLY cool.

greeting card and magazine organizers unite!

The best greeting cards ever asks: What is your weirdest pet peeve? Shopping for greeting cards and seeing tons of cards in the wrong spots. I have to rearrange them all and their envelopes before I do anything else.

I can’t stand a singing Elvis card stuck in the Sympathy section, or a kid’s birthday card exclaiming “Whee! Look who’s three!” next to a muscle man in a Speedo in the For Her section.

Another similar pet peeve: the Entertainment section at Barnes & Noble. I hate seeing upscale publications like Script or Movie Maker stuck wayyyyy in the back behind Justin Bieber and Jonas Brothers teeny bopper magazines.

One of these days I’ll march up to the front desk and say, “Hey, see this magazine? It’s called Films of the Golden Age. It does not belong next to Tiger Beat!

But I won’t because I’m a nice person. For NOW.

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