Come this weekend or so, I leave the Avocado St. menagerie behind after an adventurous seven months. I no longer will be a resident of Los Feliz, and am moving up the road to Sun Valley, Burbankish. My new roommates include a cool biker chick with a pink Harley, loads of tats, and a masters in biochemistry, another cool chick who works at Yayhoo, a German Shepherd the size of a horse, and a Marmaduke-like brontosaurus who thinks she's a Great Dane. Trillian, my long-suffering feline, will be thrilled I'm sure. Poor kitty. From one menagerie to another. This one has a hot tub though, which I hope she'll take full advantage of.
On my way to check out the place I drove through North Hollywood, which has a large Orthodox Jewish population. Hats, suits, tifilin, the works. It also has a large population of just about everyone else.
So, stopped at a red light, I spy one nattily-dressed Jew on one corner, and one very gang-banger-looking Latin chap covered in ominous tattoos riding a slick bike on the other corner, both about to cross the street. In the middle of the intersection, just as they are about to pass each other, bike guy raises his hand in greeting, and in a beautifully ernest tone bellows, "Shalom!"
I thought that was awfully neat. Put a smile on my face. Crash, Schmash...
Got a gig at The Cavern Club in Liverpool, UK. More about that later. As Hawkeye said, "that's highly significant."
Ah, Bach.