I Artist – I Succubus
Part One of Capturing Beauty Trilogy
“You are a sucubus and want to suck the light to grasp any light just like you just drained my heart and hurt my life . Now take your wealth and leave the fuck alone.”
I was chatting to my niece, Shannon, on facebook and wince when she informs me how responsible my brother felt as the eldest. Since her aunt Vicki got very ill, then died, I have been giving Shannon bits and pieces of our real family history. We had very little contact with each other. We didn’t know each other. All of a sudden with the death of both my sisters, we are sharing information. I suspect she knows Mark Presco is still alive. But, because he is a very covert man – guilty of tax evasion – he likes to CONTROL the family information – like a puppet master. He is the Anti-Artist – supreme! He should be banned from having any contact with artists, like a registered pedophile is banned from children’s playgrounds.
“Do the math!” I told my niece. I was both a parent, sibling, and inspiration to my sisters. Our parents had abandoned us. Rosemary got busted for making porno for the Mafia and fled to LA. She put us in care of a crazy old hag I title ‘Moma’ in my book. We were going to be put up for adoption. Two months after our mother decided to come get us, she drove Mark and I out of the house after we poured her gallon of Pisano down the sink. We fled back to Oakland where Mark finished his senior year. He was on the football team. I was left to take care of Christine and Vicki while Rosemary worked as a high class prostitute at the Beverly Hills Hotel. If we ever chat again I will tell her what my mommy told me;
“That crowd was too racy for me. They were into all kinds of kinky stuff.”
While wathcing T.V. and picking at her feet, Might Mo made this annoucdemt.
“I know who killed Jack Kennedy!”
“Who?” her children chimed.
“I’ll never tell!”
What I was trying to explain to Shannon……if Mark had been the original Family Artist – instead of me – then he would really be dealing with the crazy shit I’ve had to deal with. This is a family of artists and writers – not football players. I then made the mistake of showing her the painting I am working on. Here is her original reaction.
“ewhhh i like it!!!!!!i mean ahhh”
Suddenly, she had to go do something. When she came back – she had changed – into a succubus. Shannon claims she is an artist – and was like a mother to Rosamond! Indeed, she and Rick Partlow had this very special relationship that allowed her to take full responsibility for her mother’s success – when she was just eight years old! Wow! Nothing came down to Rosamond from her parents, or me, it flow uphill from a precocious child who liked to wrestle Rick on the floor. I told her Christine and I are the only ones who got sober and into therapy, thus, we admitted we had complex problems – even Mark couldn’t handle! I got all my master cynicism – from both parents!
BOOM! I blew up our facebook chit-chat.
Below is a pic of Bryan that appeared in the University High year book. Bryan got to know each other as we sat side by side in a art class. Michael Barry sat across from us. He told us stories about his father and his Hollywood friends. The Bat Masterson show was a big hit. The three of us comprised a real Beatnik Scene inside a high school. Michael made a movie ‘The Second Coming of Suzanne’ that I see as coming from our scene. It may be the best hippie-like movie ever made considering what you have to work with. Acid Freaks on acid are not reliable subject matter.
Bryan was attracted to me, and invited me several time to Vito’s orgies in hope that we would fuck each other. Raymond Burr wanted to fuck me, and invited me to a private dinner in his home – when I was seventeen. I wanted to fuck Marilyn Reed, but, she and her mother wanted me to be saved at the Billy Graham crusades I was forced to attend – first! I did not want to fuck Belle Burch – at first. I wanted to marry her – on sight! I fled from her – lest I want to fuck her. If I had invited her to go get something to eat, we would have ended up in bed. I still want to marry Belle, because she is – PART OF OUR SCENE! If you were a member of the L.A. Scene you got to fuck everyone – and they get to fuck you! We are/were….
Shannon got me wrong! I would be a Incubus.
The Jazz Drummer, Kenny Reed, has been dead for over a year. The story of his widow and I plotting to go stay in a hotel in the Sawtelle – without him knowing – is a tradtional Blues Story that needs to see the light of day!
I am going to contact Jonathan Richman who I am sure remembers me, because we talked for an hour after his first show – and he took my advice!
“Stay small. There is an innocence about you. They took our garage bands from us – and amplified the shit out of them. Sing about the experiences in your own city, not what you think went on in San Francisco.”
“For Christ’s sake! Your mother was seeing three psychiatrists when she died. Mark can’t handle any talk about mental illness in the family – because he is the most damaged! We all covered for him – and so are you! You inherited the cover-up!
This song reminds me of Christine – and Shannon!
Bryan wrote this song that was inspired by my advice when he was dating Christine. He told me he wanted to see other women, as well as my sister.
Vitautus Alphonsus “Vito” Paulekas (20 May 1913 – 25 October 1992) was an American artist and bohemian, who was most notable for his leading role in the Southern California “freak scene” of the 1960s, and his influence on musicians including The Byrds, Love and Frank Zappa.
Paulekas was born in Lowell, Massachusetts, the son of Lithuanian immigrants. After some time spent in a reformatory as a teenager, he learned wood carving and won competitions as a marathon dancer in the 1930s. He was convicted of armed robbery in 1938, but was released in 1942 and joined the US Merchant Marine. Around 1946, he moved to Los Angeles where, by the early 1960s, he had set up home on Beverly Boulevard. There he established an art studio where he “made a living of sorts by giving clay modeling lessons to Beverly Hills matrons who found the atmosphere in his studio exciting,” and also ran dance classes. He married in 1961; his wife, Szou (b. Sueanne C. Shaffer, 1943) established a clothing boutique which was credited with being one of the first to introduce “hippie” fashions.
And I tell you Mark feels much like you but held that he endured that curse and burden of being responsible. So jeez let it go and enlighten the word of that crap
You are showing me how much you are not about anyone else but you. I understand that you are incapable of giving much like Larry. Anything more than a few seconds of your life . Nothing more. Fuck off . Your the pit of the worst of rosemary and Vic together . And your the winner of dark
You are a sucubus and want to suck the light to grasp any light just like you just drained my heart and hurt my life . Now take your wealth and leave the fuck alone.
Yesterday I talked to Marilyn Reed about the Sawtelle, and her neighbor, John Lupton. Marilyn’s brother, Stanley, was married John’s wife’s sister, I believe. I was supposed to interview M at the Eugene Art Walk last night, but it was moved to next week due to New Years. She is a gold mine and there is no end to the information I capture, with patience, because Marilyn is a humble soul, and not a name dropper like me. I brought up John Lupton. She used to baby-sit his son, and I would come over to neck with my first girlfriend on the couch. I was impressed. M had already introduced me to Les McCann who played and sang a tune for us.
I asked M how this actor felt living in the Sawtelle, and how he got there. What I have been trying to do is establish the Sawtelle as a haven for the Beats, Folk Artists, and early Hippies. Our friend, Bryan MacLean played at a coffee house Marilyn and I found in 1962, when we were fifteen and sixteen. It was a tea house. After school we would sit by the fire and I would draw M. An hour ago I discovered John played a Beat Writer in the movie ‘The Rebel Set’. I struck the Mother Load, and arrived at the archetypal hub.
Here is the Beat Poet of 1959.
Here is my painting of Marilyn who looks like the waitress who strikes a pose. That’s John Lupton under the painting.
I told Marilyn we have been having the same conversation for forty-five years, we very interested in Beats and Bohemians. To discover that John played a Beatnik writer is “far out and floating”. Gloria Moreland plays a Bali Dancer. M’s daughter, Nisha, lived in Bali and studied Gamalin music. Nisha read Rena’s poem while her step-father played drums at the Granary poetry reading. In this movie a guy checks out Gloria’s ass, which she was famous for. When M was babysitting for Kathy down the street, Arnold Palmer checked out M’s sixteen year old ass as she walked out of the room. I caught him and gave him a hard stare. Kathy was dating his good friend who MCed a golf show. This was the start of our break-up. Kathy was a jet-setter who knew everyone in LA. She lived in the Sawtelle. Marilyn was also a Whiteaker Pioneer.
As a profound coincidence I was telling M about my FB friend, Ben Toney, and the movie Expresso Bongo also made in 1959 at the height of the Beatnik Craze. I have found my alter-ego, King Invader, a poet who reads in The Rebel Set.
Marilyn is still a good friend of Jazz great, Les McCann. After we broke up she went with Jeff Pasternak to France on a ocean liner. Here she is having dinner with Jeff onboard. Jeff founded a rock group ‘The Mustard Greens’ that played at the Whiskey A Go-Go, where he met ‘The Doors’ that he tried to get in his father’s movie.
“Bryan started playing guitar in 1963/64. He got a job at the Balladeer before it changed its name to the Troubadour Club, playing back-up blues guitar. It was here he met the pre Byrds Jet Set while dating Jackie De Shannon and he became ‘fast friends’ with David Crosby. He moved away from home and by early 1965 he became road manager for the Byrds on their first Californian tour with the Rolling Stones.”
Bryan was a roadie for the Byrds when he was seventeen. We were both on the brink of dropping out of high school that we had outgrown. Bryan told me he was going to got on tour with the Byrds in Europe, but because he was underage, then did not take him. Bryan went to live with the Beat Artist, Vito Paulekas
In 1966 I went with my friend Nancy Van Brasch to see ‘Love’ at the Filmore. Nancy and I lived in a famous commune in SF, and she dated Stanley Augustus Owsely. Christine Rosamond came to live with us, and she went on a date with Nick Sands. I later got to know members of ‘The Brotherhood of Eternal Love’ who bought me art supplies. I was the Artist in Residence when I lived with ‘The Loading Zone’.
I had my first art show at the New Balladeer that is on the corner of Massachusetts and Sawtelle. Bryan’s Beatnik friend slept in a cot in the store room, and was later murdered by my second girlfriend’s father. Bryan was invited to Sharon Tate’s home the night she was murdered by the Manson family, but, he had a previous engagement. Consider Tyler Shields and the Eastwoods.
Why are Beatniks getting involved in a bank heist? The star of Zabriskie Point was a Mel Lyman devotee. Mark Frechette held up a bank with another Lyman Family member after he made his movie. He had real-life interests. Mel Lyman is my kindred who created a network of Miscans, Actors, and Artists. He is in my family tree. He married Jessie Benton, a cousin of my ex-brother-in-law, muralist Garth Benton, who starred in movies, as did his first wife, Alli McBride.
Ray Miller might be the first Beat Writer depicted in a film. What was Ken Kesey up to in 1959? Was Jack Kerouac ever in a movie? My fictional author Don The Juan’ Roscoe is on his way to becoming a Beat Writer after Ray ‘The Bank’ Miller.
Rena Easton, the dancer, is foreseen in the Bali Dancer, played by Moreland. This is the blueprint…..the far-out groovy blues-print that has been floating around in Bohemian Lore waiting to come home to………….The Sawtelle!
After I wrote ‘The West End Beatnik Murder’ I found the West End Hotel and told Marilyn about it. She too went into a trance. .
“Let’s go there and say hello to LA, and the young people we used to be. We will go to the Nuart and buy a bag of popcorn.”
No sooner did the Prescos (minus Captain Vic) move down to West Los Angeles, then my aunt June has crept up on me while I was alone and whispered this warning in my ear.
“Don’t go to Sawtelle. Don’t go west of the Santa Monica Freeway.”
“Why I asked?”
“Because some bad man will put an ice pick in your ear and molest you.”
“Oh!” I said in complete innocence, it later sinking in that my prudish aunt was speaking of homo rape. Of course you could not keep me away from the Sawtelle, not that I was a latent homosexual at sixteen, but because there had to be some kind of real life going on in Los Angeles desert. I mean, they had movie of the week, where we Prescos watched ‘The High and the Mighty’ seven times, because that was all that was on. Being Oaklanders, we were hunkered down in our cube, our apartment on Midvale two blocks from Santa Monica Blvd.
When alas I made some friends (who my mother Rosemary met when she came home from work) no sooner were they out the door, then she is hissing this at me;
“I don’t want you hanging around boys like that?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked my not so innocent mother.
“Affeminent young men! (girly-boys)” she spat, adding to my growing fear of homos carrying icepicks.
“You got to be kidding me! Bryan’s not a fag!” I declared, as I defended my new friend Bryan McLean, and his friend, Greg.
“Listen to me. I know what I’m talking about.”
So, here it is, the Genesis of the Hippie Movement. My mother, the degenerate, knows one when she sees one, and, her four children best turn on the Movie of Week and not venture outside lest we become one of…..THEM!
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Above is a photo of the West End Hotel where I think I’m going to spend Christmas Eve and Day. Around the corner is where the New Balladeer was located. Looking north, it was on the far right of a little shopping area. There used to be a tea house that I discovered in 1962 in my search for anything that was old and reminded me of Oakland where I was born. I brought my fifteen year old girlfriend, Marilyn Godfrey, here and did a drawing of her.
Marilyn had modeled when she was thirteen. She modeled for her good friend, the Jazz artist, Les McCann. Marilyn’s sister was married to Les’s drummer, and they walked through Watts to see him play at Jazz clubs in LA’s ghetto. Did I mention that Marilyn lived in the Sawtelle, west of the freeway?
The great Jazz trombonist, J.J. Johnson, invited Marilyn up to his pad, and made her dinner. He then made a move on my the love of my life, but, she stopped him cold when she told him she was only fifteen.
Are starting to get the big picture? Marilyn took me to see the movie ‘Black Orpheus’ at the Nuart theatre. This was a preview of things to come when my second girlfriends father sent tow guys in trench coats to tell ‘Sky’ the Beatnik, to get out of town. Sky was Bryan’s good friend, and he refused to be intimidated. A week later they found him with his face blow-torched off. Sky was tortured to death months after he met sixteen year old, Melinda Frank, my late sister’s good friend.
Byran asked me not to date Melinda.
“Why?” I asked.
“She’s a Black Widow. She got Sky killed.
So, Bryan and I went West of the Santa Monica Freeway, into the Sawtelle, where we listened to this excellent musician play this ballad almost every night.
I want to spend Christmas alone. This old hippie is tired of being ripped-off because folks think I am fair game, my history and being available to anyone who wants it. A year ago aunt June and UncleVinnie left me some money. I wanted to go to Europe. Now I don’t want to anymore. I want togoback the hood where Marilyn and I dreamed of going to Paris one day. I want to recapture that dream. I want to check into my Victorian room at the West End Hotel, and begin my novel ‘The West End Beatnik Murder’. I want to eat Japanese food, then take in a movie at the Newart.
I got none of my people down here anymore. My brother was there, but, he’s disappeared without a trace. Maybe I will bring my old portable Royal and wake bored people with my pecking away. The bepop of J.J. would sound good in the old halls of the West End.
“Don’t go west into the Sawtelle young man!”
This morning I discovered Frank Coakley prosecuted the Black Mutineers at Port Chicago when he was Judge Advocate Commander for the Navy. He would later prosecute Black Panthers – and Mario Savio! I and my family were very good friends with his daughter, Kay Coakley. Kay wanted to adopt my youngest sister. This goes with my discovery that Richard Rosenberg was a founder of Naval societies and interests. I am going to contact him about The Marin Shipmates. I would like him and the Marin-Buck Foundation to fund this museum and gallery.
I discovered this museum after posting.
The radical dynamics created back in the seventies is back for an encore, and is having a great affect on our American society and culture – and thus the World’s. I am sure more black radical art is being rendered as I type. I would like to see a college dedicated to this art. The Oakland Museum had a show on Black Power. This history can no longer be marginalized. It can be shown that Coakley launched a crusade against black people. The paranoia the Newton’s experienced was very deserved.
Kamala Harris was a District Attorney of Oakland before she went to San Francisco. If she is elected Vice President, then there will be a great interest n Oakland Culture and political history. Trump is going – The Law and Order approach to being elected. Black Lives Matter, and rioting in several cities, may bring about the defeat of Biden and Harris. This too will deserve a study. Art and Literature has always played a huge role in how we record history. The BPMG will gather all pertinent images so they can be viewed on-line, or at the BP Gallery that will have a home in Marin County.
I am investigating who owns the Black Panther trademark. Any information will be appreciated. It looks like Fredricka Newton does.
Whenever Kay Coakley needed to go to the store, she called her father and he sent a squad car. Kay was the old crone up the street who had a bad car accident when she was young. Her father was the District Attorney. We were impressed.
Here is where Love has its roots. The dancers at the Whisky-A-Go-Go! Hollywood stars on Hollywood Blvd. Then there was Meher Baba, Yogananda, and Ravi Shankar. For fifteen years I have been pushing for a Bollywood-like Love Dance that I saw on a train ride with earplugs. There exist a Best of Love cassette tape. I talked to a promoter of Bollywood dancing in the streets. So many missed the boat with this one. Vito had his dancers and his Boho Fashion. The Amtrak fashion show in LA. Consider a sequel to La La Land. Bollywood comes home to Hollywood, where it was born!
Turn down the sound on te second video. Full around with your own mix.
Several years ago I approached Jeff Pasternak about producing Love Dance. Jeff, Bryan McLean, Marilyn Godfrey, and I attended University High School in West LA, in 1964. We considered ourselves Bohemians. After we broke up, Jeff took Marilyn to France where she lived with her sister, Shannah, who co-wrote ‘This Bitch of a Life’ with her husband, Carlos Moore. The life of Fela is now a hit on off-Broadway.
Marilyn reminded me that I danced the Balero for her. I loved to dance. Marilyn and I had our own Bohemian scene. I was an artist, and she was my model. Marilyn’s first modeling job came when she was thirteen.
Joe Pasternak produced the movie ‘Girl Happy’ starring Elvis Presley, whose ghost dances with Priyanka Chopra in the Bollywood movie ‘Fashion’ which is about beautiful sisters who become fashion models. Joe made ‘The Sweet Ride’ in 1968 a Hollywood film that attempted to exploit the Bohemians, Beatniks, and Hippies
Marilyn wanted to be a fashion designer. Rena considered modeling like her three older sisters. If Rena had entered the Miss Universe pageant in 1971, she would have won. Chopra became a Bollywood Star and a fantastic dancer. Rena Christiansen became a choreographer. I was a follower of Meher Baba, and Jeff a devotee of Yogananda whom Marilyn turned him onto. Bohemians may have come from India. There were important lessons from the East that I shared with my lovers.
Alas, when American Youth stops texting, they are going to want to dance again. Until then, my generation of beautiful Dharma Bums would like to behold the Dance of Dance, the Best of Love. Bryan was in love with Christine who used fashion models from magazines to render her beautiful Rosamond Women. Her great grandfather, Wensel Prescowitz, came from Bohemia.
Jeff lived here in Eugene for many years and along with his wife, Shannon, in 1987, we tried to turn the Whiteaker neighborhood into a Bohemian refuge.
Bohemian – a member of a people with dark skin and hair who speak Romany and who traditionally live by seasonal work and fortunetelling; they are believed to have originated in northern India but now are living on all continents (but mostly in Europe, North Africa, and North America)
Roma, Romani, Romany, Rommany, Gipsy, Gypsy
Indian – a native or inhabitant of India
gitana – a Spanish female Gypsy
gitano – a Spanish male Gypsy
Joseph Herman Pasternak (September 19, 1901 – September 13, 1991) was a Hungarian-born American film producer in Hollywood.
Born to a Jewish family in Szilágysomlyó, Austria-Hungary (now Șimleu Silvaniei, Sălaj County, Romania), Pasternak was a successful film producer in Germany and Austria by the time he was 28 years old.
Pasternak worked for Universal Pictures in Europe, where he made German-language musicals for the international market. He hit upon a successful formula, building light musical comedies around an adolescent soprano (Franciska Gaal). Following the establishment of the Nazi regime, Pasternak emigrated to Universal’s Hollywood studio in 1936. He adapted his usual format for English-speaking audiences, casting 14-year-old Canadian singer Deanna Durbin in Three Smart Girls (1936). The film became a huge hit and reputedly saved Universal from bankruptcy
Pasternak is the father of Michael Joseph Pasternak, the radio disk jockey known as Emperor Rosko; Jeff Pasternak, a playwright and songwriter; and Peter Pasternak, a music industry professional.
The Sweet Ride (1968) is an American counter-culture drama with a few surfer/biker exploitation film elements. It stars Anthony Franciosa, Michael Sarrazin and Jacqueline Bisset in an early starring role. The film also features Bob Denver in the role of Choo-Choo, a Beatnik piano-playing draft dodger. Sarrazin and Bisset were nominated for the Golden Globe Award for Most Promising Newcomer, Male and Female respectively.
The damn is breaking.
For years I have been considering giving myself a Job Title in hope people will stop hurting me…stop trying to destroy me. I thought I had a pretty good idea who I was when I moved to Los Angeles with my family in 1961. I was fifteen. Right away I get it…..The Sun Is The Message In LA! Just before I left LA in 65, I did a painting – to try and put the fire out! I did a huge canvas of the mudflats off the Bay Bridge.
I am the first to recognize the mudflats as a work of art. This is my Back To Oakland Soul Painting. There are big rain drops falling. Got to put the fire out. Marilyn and I have broken up. Her mother made me go to Billy Graham crusades at the LA Coliseum. My soul wasn’t right. I needed more Jazz in my life – too! When I saw the movie La La Land I told Marilyn it’s about us. Not quite. If you throw in Kenny Reed, then you got the La La Trio. The Reeds knew a lot about Jazz.
I am four generations Oakland California. At fourteen, my favorite musicians are Bo Didley, and Bobby Blue Bland. A friend of mine, Bob Pratt, invited me to stay at his house, and after his parents went to sleep with listened to KDIA down in the basement. The Blues is a lament with a Soul Argument. You got to hear the man’s side of things. I did a painting titled ‘The Argument’. I depict two women and man on a zig-zag road that disappears into the nicotine-brown smog. I gave it to my father who told me his woman investor broke out in tears when she saw it.
“This is how I grew up!”
This painting got destroyed in a drunken argument between Dee-Dee and my Dad. Dirty Dee-Dee shot my father in the back. I am – honored!
After I saw Dodge 38, I beheld some chicken wire in the backyard at Glendon. No one would buy me canvas and paints. I framed a piece of plywood, tacked the chicken wire to it, took the ten pounds of clay I had, and made a relief of a Man. I threw in some leaves and dry grass, and painted everything a black-blue, the only color I had. I mixed some house paints.
When I took Melinda out back to see my art. She stops before my Chicken Wire Man. She starts to sob. She has the same beautiful small contained voice that Lara has. Melinda was written up in TIME magazine for speaking sentences when she was six months old.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“Look! A spider has made a tunnel right between his eyes!”
Three weeks later, her father is trying to murder me. I had no girlfriends in Oakland. Three years in LA and I have bonded with two of the most dramatic women – anyone can meet! To capture myself in front of a defunct radio station closed off with chain link fence – is a work of my art!
When Marilyn was fourteen, Jazz trombonist, J.J. Johnson cooked dinner for her in his appartment in Watts. They kissed on the couch, but, told him her age. Her sister Shauna would make her us to look older. She was living with Jazz drummer, Ron Jefferson, who was a member of the Les McCann Trio.
I haven’t heard from M about her husband. Kenny Reed was a musical mainstay in Eugene. We three are the real deal.
The first time I met somebody who was somebody, was when Marilyn took me up to the Hollywood Hills to meet her good friend, Les McCann, a world famous Jazz Artist. While Les played for us, I looked at my fifteen year old girlfriend – my first lover – and out the window at the light of the city below. This is it, the life I wanted, the life of a Bohemian Artist.
Seeing that we were in love, when Les finished his composition, he looked sternly at me and said;
“You better take care of my little girl here!”
Les and his French wife had adopted Marilyn, her sister Shauna having married Les’s drummer, Ron Jefferson. Marilyn had lived with the McCann’s the previous summer. Marilyn was taking piano lessons in Brentwood, and I went with her to one lesson and sat in the entry of a beautiful home doing a sketch of a cat while my lover’s melodious notes filled my soul. This was the soulful and creative life I dreamed of.
When we broke up wo years later I did a haunting painting of Marilyn and her mother. These women had known poverty. Marie was taking clothes off a line as rain clouds advanced. Her five year old daughter is by her side, watching a man with a black umbrella walk away from them, down the road, into the storm. I knew I would find this little girl in the photos Marilyn handed me yesterday because Marilyn had described this image. That painting hung in my first art show at the New Balladeer, a coffe shop that was once a tea house Marioyn and I discovered. We went there after school. I drew my young lover as classical music played on hidden radio. My life’s course was set in stone. What could ever go wrong?
It was at the New Balladeer that sixteen year old Melinda Frank met Sky, her first lover. One day two men in trench coats came in and threw Sky up against the wall and told him to get out of town – or else! A week later he was found dead with is face burned off with a blowtorch. Sky looked just like Jesus. When Melinda saw
my death mask Bill had made, she had to have it. She kept it by her bed. She was in love with it. Bryan wanted me to break up with Melinda, he blaming her for his good friend’s death. He would go on the play with the famous rock group, Love, the first racially mixed rock and roll group.
A year later I and Christine are living in a famous San Francisco commune with Nancy Hamren and the Zorhtian sisters. Their father was a famous Beat Artist who was a good friend of Charlie Parker. I dropped acid and partied at the Zorthian Ranch in 1966.
In 1979 I married Marianne Thoraldson, who lived with the famous author, Thomas Pynchon, for several years. They went to Cornell, and were close with the famous musicians, Richard and Mimmi Farina, who my artistic wife did a portrait of. Pynchon was into Jazz, and refers to Charlie Parther in his novels. Marilyn made the dress Maryanne wore at our wedding. Bryan was in attendance, and sang several of his songs. Marilyn- cried.
These people are the peers of a beautiful brother and sister who everyone believed would love each other till the day they die. Then my sister became a world famous artist, and then – they came and attached themselves to Fame, and any fame would do, because these are not creative, musical, or artistic people. They drove wedges between my sister after they captured her – to this very day!
A great Jazzman has finished his work.
When I die there will be no first-hand account of these times and events that changed the world. Bohemianism is here to stay and needs to be understood and defined.
Above is the shoe factory I and a hundred artists lived in just outside Boston that burned down. That is me up a tree with our cat in a Boston park. Above is me looking like Joaquin Miller trying to save Post Office buildings across America. The one here in Eugene has murals that were influenced by the work of my kindred, Thomas Hart Benton, whose grandfather sent John Fremont west to secure the Northwest for the United States of America.
Here is an old post:
“Jonathan is the anti-rock god. He’s just a man in a profession that has always been full of the bullshit of the idol, the elevation of the artist over the audience, most especially commercially.”
“His first place to stay in Manhattan was on the couch of the personal manager of this Velvet Underground.”
I lived in the penthouse offices of the Plant family shoe factory for four months with Tate Billings. There were about 120 artist’s lofts built on the two top floors. One artist rented a huge space and built a stage with the Velvet Underground and Warhol’s factory in mind. The Modern Lover played here on Halloween night. This place was so much fun, so damn interesting, that no one got any work done. We explored the labyrinth of endless creativity, weno knowing what lay around the next turn. It was the party the Haight used to be before we buried Hippie.
The mayor of Boston tried to close us down, until someone invited him to come for a visit. He was blown away and got behind this rebirth of Art. Then, someone burned it down. Mayors across America are promoting the Bohemian Scene because it’s good for business. Over fours years ago I became the President of the Bohemian Bank. I wish my corporate offices were atop the old shoe factory.
For over forty years I have wondered if I am responsible for Jonathan Richman not becoming a Super Star and making a tone of doe. I talked to Jonathan after that show, where the freaks from the Roxbury commune sat up front, just ten feet from the Modern Lovers. On New Years we had gone downtown to see Linda Ronstadt and her new band ‘The Stone Ponys’ Us Roxy freaks sat ten feet from Linda. There were about ten people in the room. We talked to her between songs. Life is good!
I told Jonathan he was what Hippie Rock used to be, a garage band formed to accompany the greatest party the world has ever known. But, instead of getting ripped and blotto, we expanded our minds!
“I stopped listening to rock when it got too big, when you had to use binoculars to see Grace Slick. At the Filmore, Janis Joplin walked off the stage, and through the crowd to the cola machine. She looked me in the eye as she squeaked past.”
“The music got louder and louder! You couldn’t hear yourself – tripping! There was a mindless equation that emptied your wallet to feed the Super Star. Everything was designed to get more money out of you. Stay as you are. You are singing songs about your neighborhood, your experiences. Keep it on a human scale.”
I was drawing my from what I witnessed with The Loading Zone they Berkeley’s band who as The Marbles played at ‘The Tribute to Doctor Strange’ in 1965, and as the Zone, at the first Trips Festival in 1965. When the Zone signed a record contract they – were done. They didn’t know who they were anymore. I lived in a large Victorian with them. Peter Shapiro, and his then girlfriend, Chris, are my good friends this day. Peter told me the Zone picked up Neil Cassidy on one of these trips, who stayed with them for a week foaming at the mouth while on speed. They finally had to give him the boot.
We were the stars, the unknown faces, us guinae pigs, we tripsters and trailblazers, who gave up our places in normal society, many of us to never return. We were the rock and roll heros that danced to the lights fantastic! We were God – the collective! We could all be God, now safe, in the loving company of strangers.
The biggest mistake I ever made, was to move back to California from Boston in 1971. I did this after my mother told me my father had a very rare eye disease and was going blind – in weeks! As an artist, and a romantic, I thought it best my father see his only loyal creative son, before darkness descended upon him – forever!
In 1964, my girfriend’s father, Donald Frank, called my home and threatened to kill me because I cut school with his daughter, Melinda, who my famous sister did a lithograph of in 1986.“When I find your son, brother – he’s a dead man!” Don shouted at whom ever answered the phone, he making his promise several times over the course of four hours. Melinda and I were holed up in a motel in back of the Glenwood house waiting for Melinda’s grandmother to wire my sweetheart some money so we could put her on the hound for Texas. Grandma was poised to turn us in. She too heard Don’s promise I would be dead before that day was done, which Melinda and I took seriously, because Don and his two brothers were members of the Purple Gang, owned half of New Mexico, and this gang murdered Melinda’s first lover, a Venic Beat named Sky. He was twenty four, and looked just like Jesus. Melinda was sixteen. She was the Beat Lolita of the New Balladeer Coffee shop where Bryan McClean played his guitar. When he heard I was dating Melinda, he told me drop her, because…..
“She’s a Black Widow. Her father had two of his goons blowtorch my friend’s face off! They jacked him up against the wall in the Balladeer and told him he had twenty four hours to get out town.”
Now, this is before I took drugs. What occurred to me the other day, is, that no one called the cops on Don. I mean, here is a homicidal maniac on the loose. I think I’m going to put this real life story in a book. ‘The Beatnik Murder Case’. I’m going to raise Sky from the dead! I will expose the New Zion the Jewish Bootleggers have had in the works since Prohibition! The Zionist Beat goes on!
Here is a scene from the movie ‘Bucket of Blood’. I’ve been telling my friend Casey up in San Francisco to get his ass to a new Beat Bar, and give his rants in public – to cool saxophone sounds!
There is an art show at the Oakland Museum titled 1968. I have been meaning to donate my Rosamond’s to this museum.
He led his own line-ups comprising Bobby Hutcherson, among others.
Rudy Giuliani, a focus of the impeachment inquiry into President Donald Trump’s foreign policy dealings in Ukraine, suggested on Twitter that he has dirt on the Biden family that would be released were he to get into trouble.
Rudy Giuliani, a focus of the impeachment inquiry into President Donald Trump’s foreign policy dealings in Ukraine, suggested on Twitter that he has dirt on the Biden family that would be released were he to get into trouble.
The emails indicate that Mr. Pompeo spoke at least twice by telephone with Mr. Giuliani in March as Mr. Giuliani was urging Ukraine to investigate Mr. Trump’s rivals, and trying to oust a respected American ambassador to Ukraine, Marie L. Yovanovitch, who had been promoting anticorruption efforts in the country. Mr. Pompeo ordered Ms. Yovanovitch’s removal the next month. The first call between Mr. Giuliani and Mr. Pompeo was arranged with guidance from Mr. Trump’s personal assistant, the documents suggest.
Trump stiffed Andy Warhol who did several famous images of my kin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. We share the same great grandfather, James Rosamond, who was the brother of Captain Samuel Rosamond, the Patriot. Liz would be happy to have known about her all American family who immigrated from Ireland. She did not know her cousin was the famous artist, Christine Rosamond Benton, who married into the Benton family of American artists. This history and genealogy was compiled by Jimmy (James) Rosamond, and myself after Christine and Liz, died. Jimmy descends from James.
A few days ago, Marilyn Reed, the wife of Jazz Drummer, Kenny Reed, asked me if I have contributed any of our memories to the West Los Angeles Sawtelle Neighborhood Council. I told her it was close to three years since my last research. Today, I hit pay dirt when I googled the New Balladeer. Information is added all the time. I found a venue for the Balladeer, and a small posterette, which may constitute a first. There was a Jazz jam.
I went to the New Balladeer with Bryan Maclean, of the group, Love. I had my first art show here. I am pretty sure I heard John Fehey, and Ry Cooder, because I bought a guitar and played like them. Bryan taught me some chords, showed me how use a slide, and I did a lot of improvising. If not for my desire to be a famous artist, I might have ended up in a rock band. However, I am a terrible singer. That mattered, then.
Marilyn and I found a tea house here, before it became the Balladeer. We made it our Bohemian hideaway where we went after school. We attended University High School that was six blocks away. I did a drawing of my first flame sitting by the fire, sipping tea.
Morgan Cavett became the manager of the New Balladeer in April of 64. Bryan and I dropped out of High School and went here in 1963 when we were seventeen. I went to the Dwan gallery in Westwood, and was doing a lot of experimenting with styles. Two members of the Byrds played here. I believe they got started here, and not at the Troubadour, which was a Folk Club on Santa Monica. I doubt the Balladeer name was changed to Troubadour. That would have caused a problem.
Marilyn had introduced me to her good friend, Les McCann. Her sister lived with his drummer, Ron Jefferson. Shaunna co-wrote a biography about Fela that was sold to the producers that have a hit on off Broadway. Rising Sons, and Love, were interracial bands. Kenny Reed’s Jazz band, Stone Cold Jazz, is interracial, as is his marriage.
Marilyn fell in love with from afar. Later she saw the bust I was doing of Cindy, her muse since the second grade. Marilyn grew up in a interracial Filipino family in the Sawtelle. She has all the memories that are sorely needed in developing a cultural identity. My sister (who dated Bryan) followed in my footsteps, and became the world famous artist ‘Rosamond’. Bryan was an artist, and the three of us attended the LA Cienega Monday Art Walk. At sixteen and seventeen the world was our oyster. Bryan could not go with the Byrds to Europe because he was not an adult. A watercolor I did at sixteen toured the world.
What I suggest is UCLA turn its thrift store into a Folk Music School with Bohemian Boutique and coffee house. 1566 Sawtelle needs to be declared a Historic Monument. I see Massachusetts Avenue being closed off for a Folk, and Folk-Rock Festival. How about the ‘Eight Mile High Festival’. This may be where it all began. This is – Genesis! What song should lead off the festivities?
The Bohemian Balladeer and Boutique can raise funds for the charity now supported by the Thrift Store, that perhaps can be relocated near by? Can the UCLA School of Music help with the funding?
When Marilyn told me her portfolia got burned up in a fire, I grieved, for she told me within were photographs of her friend, Maggie Thrett. She is posing in the dresses and outfits M made for this actress who was in ‘Mudd’s Women’ a Star Trek eposode.
M had gone to Paris when she was seventeen to study fashoin design. Like the Rosamond Women, she made her own clothes. M&M used to go to parties togethers, and the Reneisance Fair, with their mutual friend, Jane Marie Mandsfield, the daughter of the famous actress who was the other Blonde Hollywood Bobmshell. Mother and daughter both appeared in Playboy magazine that did a centerfold shoot at Moonfire last year.
When I reminded M she has one photo of just her and Jane in it, she asked me;
“Who do you think took the photo?”
When Maggie was invted to the Moonfire Ranch, she got M an invite. At this famous Bohemian house that overlooks the Paccific Ocean, M met McDonald who married Ertha Kitt. He took a liking to Marilyn who made it on the A list. Perhaps it was the modeling she did in this artist’s retreat that was in the movie Mondo Hollywood that starred Jane Mansfield. M said she posed against this mural an artist rendered in a out-of-this world home that Captain Kirk might dwell in on his days off.
Here again is that architectural theme that we find in the Big Sur, and the house designed by for Allan Fox. This is why I was shocked to learn Allan sold that home shortly after Christine drowned, it the kind of home you keep in the family for generations to come. Julie Lynch sold a movie script about Rosamond to the director who did ‘Scent of a Woman’. Will Hollywood be going out to Rocky Point?
At Mooonfire the rich and famous came to partake of the creative ambience and behold other beautiful people. George Harris and Andy Warhol have been guests. Manson and his women did a walk-on.
This Spot of Venus was the best America had to offer, at least on the West Coast. There was a need to say you were there. Here is The Supreme Stage where long white curtain like the hems of giant Greek Angels wave like flags in the ocean breeze. Here the Lost Angels are found keeping their secrets. Here, beautiful souls can have it all, all that was denied since the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock and unleashed a broadside on the naked native, a bombardment of prudishness, a hatred of pagans and heathens. From these heights, there came a grand
Oly! Oly Ocean. Free!”
Marilyn lived in Latico Canyon up the coast. She and her boyfriend were going to raise Russian Wolf Hounds on a ranch they rented. M would walk on Santa Monica and Venice Beach with her two hounds wearing the scarves and dresses she made. The famous fashion photographer, Steven Silverstein did a shoot of M on Malibu Beach. The movie ‘Harper’ was shot at Moonfire. Consider Pynchon’s book ‘Inherent Vice’ that is being made into a movie. The Manson Murders lurk in the background. Marilyn walks out of a Icart on to the sands of Venice with her hounds, she hot on the trail of the Great Mystery of Life.
When Mary Ann Tharaldsen and I flew down to LA to get married, we slept in Marilyn’s bed. Mary Ann had a aversion to motels and hotels that I assumed was a hangover from her marriage to Thomas Pynchon. M let M wear one of her Train Dresses that was inspired by a pattern that Maggie found, she wanting M to make her a house robe. We got married in Topanga Canyon by a minister who went to Hollywood Boulevard in order to convert lost Hippie street urchins. Bryan MacLean sang ‘Amazing Grace’ at our wedding. He was converted to Christianity by the same minister that converted Bob Dylan.
The biography ‘Forever Changes’ says my friend, Bryan McLean lived at Vito Paulekas’ warehouse and practiced with the band that was once called ‘The Grass Roots’. There is a Laurel Canyon connection. Vito was a sculpture who surrounded himself with wild chicks and nude dancers, some who became the GTOs. Vito is in Mondo Hollywood, as is Lewis Mark, the owner of Moonfire.
In Forever Changes, Arthur Lee talk about the first time they saw Bryan and the Whiskey a Go-Go. He was surrounded by beautiful young women, his followers. It is alleged Arthur invited Bryan to join his band because these girls were Groupies of the Bryds, whom Bryan was a roadie for. But, Bryan was a Chick magnet in High School. He would take me on his rounds, usually on Friday night. He made dates with three girls. When we came thru the door, it was as if he was celebrity. The mothers swooned, and did all they could to get my Bryan to stay. While Bryan is at Vito’s warehouse, Andy Walhol is doing a similar scene in New York.
Cue the Beautiful Gypsy Bandit who with her gang of Bohemian Ragamuffins, the next generation Hippie-chic that tried to hijack this blog, that may contain a Murder Mystery.
I just read parts of ‘Forever Changes’ that says my friend, Bryan McLean lived at Vito Paulekas’ warehouse and practiced with the band that was once called ‘The Grass Roots’. Vito was a sculpture who surrounded himself with wild chicks and nude dancers, some who became the GTOs. In Forever Changes, Arthur Lee talk about the first time they saw Bryan and the Whiskey a Go-Go. He was surrounded by beautiful young women, his followers. It is alleged Arthur invited Bryan to join his band because these girls were Groupies of the Bryds, whom Bryan was a roadie for. But, Bryan was a Chick magnet in High School. He would take me on his rounds, usually on Friday night. He made dates with three girls. When we came thru the door, it was as if he was celebrity. The mothers swooned, and did all they could to get my Bryan to stay. They took note that I was handsome, but, was not chatty.
Bryan believes he was put-down for his gift of gab, and puts himself down. This is because most musicians are screwed up and hide behind their instruments. Bryan was beyond being healthy. And he had a magnificent whit that he loved to show off! For exhibiting this gift, he was called “arrogant”. Bryan was in a league of his own. You can see this in the photo above. Bryan is making full eye contact with the lens. Bryan isn’t hiding a thing. Sure he was too honest, said things that proved he had a brain and was a great observer of life. He had to put the breaks on, wear a handicap, lest he make people jealous.
LA was a vast flat wasteland with beautiful maidens stuck in their parents little boxes in the middle of nowhere. Bryan understood they were suffering from an identity crisis. Bryan was a Pied Piper come to take their boredom away. He was a polished exhibitionist. Every male wanted what Bryan had, relief from our shyness with women, our awkwardness. Arthur wanted Bryan’s women, his groupies.
Bryan had dated Lisa Minelli in Junior High, and had just started singing folk songs at the New Balladeer located on West Sawtelle Blvd. where I had several paintings hanging on the wall.
Bryan’s mother says that before he took up guitar, Bryan aspired to be an artist. This is what we had in common. On Monday night we would go up to Lacienaga Boulevard where there was open night at about twenty galleries. There was a large crowd going from gallery to gallery. You saw movie stars here on occasion.
While Bryan is at Vito’s warehouse, Andy Walhol is doing a similar scene in New York. I would like to hear from folks who partipated in this art-rock scene, the Bohemian period before it became full rock and roll stars scene, and ‘The Masses’ took it over with the $5 Buck Power, the price of a rock album for many year. They could care less about the visual artist.
Christine Rosamond Benton and Bryan Maclean were sweethearts in 1963. Bryan was my good friend who sang at my wedding. His father was a good friend of Elizabeth Taylor. These are the people the world famous artist, Rosamond, deserves to be associated with. That we overcame the disease of alcoholism is an important bond. Liz championed the fight against the disease of AIDES. That Liz lived in the home of Augustus John, and the home Maclean designed, is a missing link in art history. Bryan was an artist, as was his mother. Bryan and I worked on our art in the same class. With this new series about Liz, it looks like creative people are going to get serious about our National Icons. Here’s Bryan and ‘Love’ on the Dick Clark show.
1375 Beverly Estate Drive, Beverly Hills (July 1954-?)
Noticing a for sale sign at 1375 Beverly Estate Drive, Elizabeth and Michael Wilding hopped over the wall to get a better look at the property. Realizing that the sliding glass door was unlocked, the couple crept inside and began exploring the home. Elizabeth quickly fell in love. What she didn’t know was that the home, which was made of glass and adobe, was designed by architect George MacLean with her in mind. In her book, An Informal Memoir, Elizabeth describes the unique interior: “One whole wall was built of bark with fern and orchids growing up the bark, and the bar was made of stone. And the fireplace had no chimney. There was a device making the smoke go down under the building and out through the barbecue pit.” Elizabeth also recalled that “You really couldn’t distinguish between the outside and inside. And all the colors I loved—off white, white, natural woods, stone, beigy marble. The pool was so beautiful. There were palm trees and rock formations—it looked like a natural pool, with trees growing out of it. It was the most beautiful house I’ve ever seen.” The state of the art home also featured an intercom, automated doors, light dimmers, automated curtains, and a movie screen. The architect later became godfather to Elizabeth’s son, Christopher.
Alas I found Bryan Maclean’s father, George. He was a premiere architect for Hollywood Stars. He built the home my kindred, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, lived in, and was Godfather at the Christening of her son, Christopher Wilding. George MacClean was a good friend of Robert Stack, who dated Liz. Bryan said he learned to swim in Liz’s pool. Was this pool located at 1375 Beverly Hills Estate Drive?
George was the quintessential Hollywood-Los Angeles architect. He was Howard Roarke to the rich and famous. His house he built for the Trousdale Estates, is the Acme of Southern California success, that is enjoying a new Renaissance. Add to this the murals Garth Benton did for movie stars, and Christine Rosamond’s artwork, and the fact Bryan and Christine were lovers for two months when we were teenagers, then here is the lifestyle many can only dream of.
Capturing Beauty – On Film
More synchronicity. Belle Burch had starfish in her e-mail, that I give to Miriam Starfish Christling. I told Belle about the musical I started where she is the star. Enter Alley Valkyrie – the villain. I have a Art Movie in the can as you will see. Come back for more development. Isabel Jewell was in Gone With the Wind and Warhol’s movie with Edith Sedgwick.
I never saw Ciao! Manhattan. It begins with Edith Sedgwick speaking of the time she was given a date-rape drug by a photographer. I thought of Harvey Weinstein who is on trial for raping starlets. My late sister was given a drug and raped by the couple downstairs from Rose Dundon. Michael caught them filming my famous sister tow years before she took up art. My kin grabbed a gun from the wife who was hiding in the closet.
Andy Warhol spent some time at the Zorthian Ranch in Altadena. I was there in 1965. Nancy Hamrin took me up to Jeryl’s studio. We lived with Zorthian’s two daughters in a commune in San Francisco. Christine lived with us for about two months and went on a double date with Nick Sands, Nancy and Owsley. Nancy lived on the Keasy ranch with Mountain Girl’s brother. Ken Keasy never met Andy Warhole. I am looking to see if Timothy Leary met Andy. Ginsberg hung around at The Factory, as did Johnathan Richman.
I had a falling out with Marilyn Reed who did not tell me Kenny was dead till the day after. She did not tell me about the tribute and the Jazz Station. I was telling her she should get Kathy Wilson interested in her story after her gospel choir played with Garth Brooks at Autzun Stadium. I grew suspicious when she said she did not go. She aced me out with Rick Cobian and Greg Black who filmed the Afirica Show at the Hult, but never handed Marilyn a finished product. Our mutual friend, Jeff Pasternak wanted to use Marilyn in some capacity in his book and possible movie. Stacey Pierrot looks like she is going for the brass ring – after my sister Vicki died. I am wondering if Mark Presco is still alive, and is trying to get his loan back? Did he invest in Pierrot? Is my Dark Brother – dead? I have a right to know! Shamus Dundon did not tell me Vicki was dead until ten days after the fact.
My poor niece Shannon Rosamond was going to come get me and take me to see Vicki in a rest home. We exchanged long messages on facebook. She was compromised. She wanted to have a relationship with her half sister, Drew Benton, and Shamus – and me! But, so many family members – WERE/ARE IN IT FOR THE MONEY – and have worked in the dark with Stacey Pierrot – TO GET MONEY! Christine left everything in her Will to her daughters. Here is the latest message from Shannon. She is living in a three bedroom house by herself. She told me Drew was living there, too.
“i live alone with no neighbors for 1 to acres in all directions in the desert.”
Shannon is The Last Rowdy Cowgirl stuck in the desert near Bullhead City. My brother refused to contribute to Snyer and Pierrot’s evil bio, saying;
“I couldn’t think of anything mice to say about our sister.”
Mark Presco read the rough draft where Snyder denigrates our mother – and our sister. They are both made out to be insane – along with Shannon! This bio was Garth and Mark’s book. I suspect Mark talked with Sydney Morris and came off as The Sane One. I suspect Mark hung in the background because he is a Tax Evader! Does Stacey know this? Here is what Shannon said about Mark, her uncle who was not there for Vicki and her nieces. The IRS was investigating the Bentons when Christine – drowned.
“mark is equally to blame and told me that if I didn’t take his advice. Nd follow his instructions about what to do about moms business when I came back from Mexico I’d regret it!”
My cousin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor encouraged Michael Jackson to take up art. His collection – is out of this world. Liz was Warhol’s Muse. It is time to cut the non-artists and parasites out of the Art and Movie Deal. I already SHOT MY MOVIE. I just got to edit is and splice it together. My African friend suggested I try to make money from YouTube, after I told him I was poor.
On top of writing and publishing on this blog, I went out an SHOT A ART MOVIE – as well as a HISTORIC DOCUMENTARY that could be titled…
“The Last Bohemian’
I made my movie under duress, under terrible conditions. My life was threatened and my reputation attacked – and all but destroyed. You can’t get a more ACTION PACKED movie than the one I made – FOR NOTHING! All the other wanna-be movie-makers ARE FUCKING BULLSHIT ARTISTS!
I want to capture my niece on film – before it is too late! I need a real artist to step foreword and help me – and Shannon! I know her mother looks down from heaven and blesses me for have stood by Shannon’s side. Christine is well pleased with me putting her next to Liz and Andy Warhol. Royal Rosamond is proud of me that I put his name to all these people, especially Belle Star. Rosemary smiles down on me and my family, she approving of Rosie Starr, also known as ‘Pearl’.
Sawtelle Boulevard is a north/south street in Los Angeles, California, of important cultural significance. Sawtelle Boulevard’s northern end is at Ohio Avenue adjacent to the Veterans Administration, and its southern end is at Overland Avenue, a few blocks past Sepulveda Boulevard. Sawtelle Boulevard is the major thoroughfare for the West Los Angeles neighborhood of Sawtelle.
The portion of Sawtelle Boulevard from Santa Monica Boulevard to Olympic Boulevard is a trendy spot for the newer Japanese American community in Los Angeles,. Often called simply “Sawtelle”, this neighborhood is occasionally called “Little Osaka” – not to be confused with downtown Los Angeles’ older Little Tokyo, or the larger Japantown, San Francisco, California (which has also been called Little Osaka). Sawtelle is relatively near UCLA, Santa Monica, and Culver City. In 1992, Japanese immigrants operated botanical nurseries here. As of 2012, businesses found on this street include Japanese fast food (curry and ramen), two Japanese supermarkets, upscale sushi bars, a holistic and medical office, hair salons, neighborhood Japanese grocery stores, a Boba tea shop, anime shops, Japanese artisan stores, temples, and a few historic nurseries. One interesting site is the consulate of Saudi Arabia, located next to a ramen restaurant and an esoteric Japanese magazine store.
Saudi Arabia Los Angeles Consulate-General building
Homes south of this portion of Sawtelle Boulevard are inhabited by a large Japanese American population. Many of the homes exhibit gardens and landscapes true to Japanese tradition.
After passing Olympic Boulevard, Sawtelle Boulevard continues as a four-lane boulevard running parallel to the San Diego Freeway and Sepulveda Boulevard. After entering Culver City, Sawtelle Boulevard swerves east, crosses Sepulveda Boulevard and ends at Overland Avenue in Culver City.