Thursday, February 20, 2014

L.A. DAYS

I almost never took photographs (and when I tried to they usually came out crazy) nor asked anyone to photograph me (except for "head shots" back when I was a working actor), so any photo with me in it is usually a surprise to me, and often makes me wish I had asked someone to take a photo of me with some of my other good friends at various points in my life.

But here's a few I found from my Hollywood years of me with people I knew and liked, and hope they felt the same.

That's the artist and actress and writer Mary Woronov, crouching or sitting on the floor, with artist Diane Lawrence making the gesture and me gesturing toward them in my favorite flea market shirt at a party my second wife and I threw in my first California home in Santa Monica c. 1982.
That's me and actor/director Hart Bochner at the Santa Monica Farmer's Market where we met for breakfast once a week for many months one year, I think 1983 0r 4.
That's me in my favorite red coat (at the time) and the writer/poet/director/manager/producer/ etc. Eve Brandstein, my partner in the weekly poetry reading series I started and ran with her in L.A. around 1986 and kept it going for six or eight years (she has started it up again but monthly I think). And I'm sure you recognize Stephen and Alec Baldwin with us in a club I no longer remember the name of. in, I'd guess, around 1990.
Me and actress Katey Sagal around I'd guess 1992, probably at Club Largo in West Hollywood.

I feel fortunate to have had so many interesting creative and inspiring people in my life. And to have so many still in it.

4 comments:

-K- said...

I know this wasn't the point of your post but the undeniability of time moving on never stops disturbing me.

Lally said...

as I'm laid up today with a bad back from shoveling ice, 15 years after my first operation as an adult (for my back) (and several for other more serious stuff since) I hear you loud and clear...

Robert Slater said...

That is not a flea market shirt. I got it at a vintage clothing/junk shop on 31st St. in Kansas City.

Lally said...

I couldn't think of the word "vintage" so that's why I said "flea market" even though I knew that wasn't it exactly...just more of the old man post-brain-op stuff...but it's still one of my all-time favorite shirts...