The first annual Los Angeles’s own jazz festival lined up with local favorites of musical groups and artists alike. I was excited to go. A lot of people I adore were playing. I didn’t expect to run into so many people I used to know, sorta know, and should have already known. It was a sweet family friendly (but not in a lame way) event.
Well, I just failed to find any photos from this day. This is incredible. I DID take pictures, didn’t I? I know I did some footage I haven’t gotten around to editing yet. I’ll just install a placeholder here until further notice.
“Fetish comedy” he claimed he offers – to his fan base he called a bunch of “pathetic and awkward single dudes”. Any circus that rings this sentiment IS my natural habitat. In additional to the certain weird niche of music cultures that I sometimes find myself mingling in, I’m happy to add the name Doug Stanhope into my list of interests.
I spent the last Friday and Saturday nights watching this guy’s acts for the first time. I became aware of him just about a year ago through my long distant poet philosopher suicidal internet Welsh friend, Mr. Joe Eschaton. For the past year, I watched a ton of Stanhope’s readily available internet videos getting to know his style. Even as much as I’m repulsed by anyone calling him/her self a Libertarian, I still enjoy his honest vulgarity as he logically breaks shit down to reveal the core of our common untamed souls.
Aside from catching his shows for the first time, I also broke another ground this weekend by adding (selective) comedians to my photo-documentary projects. I’m just hoping that Doug, along with some other adorable dark streaked comics will live awhile, for nothing else is to give the selfish me time to interpret their various dimensions accurately. These people seem to have a thing with drugs and alcohol abuse, which is entirely a conscious & freewill decision. It’s not my place to influence people like him to try to prolong their lives with proper diets and exercise (fucks sake, I’m square – and damn it, I’m proud of that.) The slow self destructive way is just a part of the whole picture. I understand it.
Well, other than that, I’m so glad I took my friend Phebbie with me to the Friday show, (which happens to be a better night when Doug was making more sense). She’s now also a fan. We are way excited to get more of this fetish fill the next time he is coming back to L.A. in November.