I went down to a few thrift stores today. I was looking for that vintage cowboy shirt, that vintage jacket, those old Tony Llama boots. The most famous thrift store here in Hollywood is 'Out of the Closet', but its isn't the best. I found one down the street that really rocks. Of course nothing fit me, (all men are small here I guess), but they had some amazing clothes. I didn't buy anything, I just looked. Then is was off to Trader Joe's for some frustration and grocery shopping. I'm glad I finally have a kitchen, in my other place I only had a micro-wave and a teeny fridge to work with. Now that I have a full kitchen, I can cook! Okay, I may be the only one, but Trader Joe's does not work for me. I need a grocery store laid out like a grocery store, with some stuff (not all) that will kill you in the end. I need real mayonaise, not organic. I need a big old head of iceberg lettuce, not stuff in bags! As you can see, my day has not been filled with thoughts and actions that are too exciting. Another move, another preparation day.
I'm nearing the end of the Kerouac book. It is taking a sad turn with Jack's drinking and blackouts, still, I will hate to see this book finished. The thing about reading a biography, however, is the great references you come away with on the person. I know that the first book I will buy will be 'Mexico City Blues'. I already read 'On the Road' and 'Dharma Bums', but beyond that, I need to read some of Jack's poetry. This book is a real lesson on someone who wanted fame and notoriety, but when it came, it was a complete disaster. Talk about someone who really let fame kill him, it was Kerouac. Sad, sad, sad.
I finally found some musicians at my Saturday meeting, and they invited me to 'jam' at the Venice Recovery Center tomorrow night. I'm looking forward to it, although I've played here and there, it is not every day as I had hoped. In one week from tomorrow, I will FINALLY start to rehearse at the theatre. That will give me a new purpose, and get my schedule working as it should. Kurt will be down a few days after I start. I am tempted to come to Phoenix to get some of my things, now that I have an apartment, still, the more things I have here the more 'things I have here'. I would just like a couple of my old paintings to hang on these very bare walls.
Well, we'll make it short and sweet tonight, it seems a little mundane right now, but I have a new course to chart, and a new schedule to create. Of course sleep is always a problem in a new place. What happened to those days as a teenager, when I could sleep for days if I wanted to?