The Godfather’s Last Appearance at the Apollo

The Godfather’s Last Appearance at the Apollo

Then all of sudden, there’s a great stir amongst the crowd. It’s pandemonium. I crane my head to see – the impossible. Pushing his way through the throng, in his sad-as-tears, soulful way, is… the Godfather himself. James Brown. It’s him! The press corps is popping and pushing. The crowd is moaning and screaming. The Godfather is being carried forward by centrifugal force – right towards me. I lift my camera above the crowd. I click the digital shutter. The Godfather is right there, a foot in front of me!. James Brown lives! He’s pulled another fast one. It’s sham. A publicity stunt. The Godfather’s walking there right in front of my eyes.

wati and andrei, a thanksgiving day blog

wati and andrei, a thanksgiving day blog

i brought my wife-to-be here to LA from indonesia on august 3, 2001. we had met on the lovely island of bali a little over a year before in the early summer of 2000. we e-mailed each other for several months, she in “broken” english, and i went back to visit her for almost a month around christmas time and new years. we traveled across the island of java together, taking night buses through the drenched green rain forests for ten hours at a haul, touring the great buddhist temples in borobudur, riding small horses up into the active volcanic…

the great taj mandela has a baby girl

the great taj mandela has a baby girl

the great and generous taj mandela became a dad for the first time at age 52 on june 5th, 2006. his almost 9 pound daughter, laila pearl, was delivered safely and miraculously by midwife at five in the morning in pasadena, california, to mother, natasha, after a long and safe home birth. you know how you have this core kernel of friends? a group of 4 or 5 of you that grow up together? bond together. go through the fire of time and place together. you could have a few kernels, a few different places. maybe one from childhood. another…

presidential math and regret

presidential math and regret

On one side of the Puritanical, political equation, we have former President Bill Clinton who was impeached for a single personal sexploit after he lied about Monica and tried to cover it up. He was “caught”, held accountable, and apologized for it, much to the disbelief and distaste of half the American people and a great deal of the rest of the world. Yet in Clinton’s own words, the greatest failure of his Presidency, was not this, but his not taking action in 1994 to prevent the hundred day Tutsi genocide in Rwanda. On the other side of the equation,…

me and isabelle huppert

me and isabelle huppert

it’s the most highly anticipated performance event of the new season. isabelle huppert in “4.48 pyschose”. the first presentation of UCLA live’s “international theatre festival” at the freud playhouse. that’s not “freud”, as in sigmund “freud”. no, this is pronounced “frood”, some impossibly obtuse and pretentious uber-european pronunciation that only the most sophisticated and in-the-know art patrons and culture vultures would venture saying aloud. the 2005 fall LA arts and culture season has already produced “dead end” at the ahmanson, the unwieldy and anachronistic dinosaur of a show that has filled the theatre’s former orchestra pit with hundreds of tons…

birthday blog – on ageing and dying

birthday blog – on ageing and dying

as i “celebrate” my 58th birthday today, i’m reflecting back on the five day visit i just spent with my 88 year old dad in rossmoor, the “adult” community in walnut creek just east of the san francisco bay. i call my dad joe. that’s his name. we lost my mom in 1999; suddenly, she had a stroke on august 9th, never recovered, and we took her off life support on august 28th. she seemed to die peacefully. since my mom’s death, my dad has been, by turn, overtly grievous, casually pursuant of other female companionship, mostly out of loneliness,…

trules joins the blogosphere

trules joins the blogosphere

just back from an eye-opening and rejuvenating trip to southern spain’s andalucia and northern morocco. flamenco chill, glorious tapas, buoyant gitanos (gypsies), and “duende”, the emphemeral and brilliant “baille” in dance and the perfect and macho “ole” in bull fighting…. have also….. been to the mountain in chefchaouen, morocco time for some big changes…………….. check out my travel website, “e-travels with e. trules” at: http://www.etravelswithetrules.com/

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