A little nonchalant as this week I was finishing up just beyond flash segments I'll be recording Wednesday for The Western Canon, a project so unknown I barely know anything about it myself--though I do know a few of the bands participating. This year, some Silver Lake and Echo Park &c bands have been getting together each month and writing songs around a theme--this month the theme is LA intersections, and I've been asked to provide interludes between the good stuff. So on Thursday I was poking around Santa Monica & Western, one of five localities featured in the song cycle this month, to reclaim what the decades have given me toward understanding the vibe of this place I have known well but sporadically for at least thirty years, years I have otherwise spent hurling through time and space proximate to all the coordinates the songwriters will feature. Above is a usual hellhole on Western, a few blocks north of Santa Monica--maybe the cross-street is Virginia, I forget. Jazzed to do this--it's something different, it keeps you busy--and everyone's talented, very much so. And how would you know anything was canonical if it didn't have a Facebook page to like?
