TINY BUBBLES!!!!!!!

KAUAI, magical land lf lushness and fertility.
The Oldest of the Islands.
A wide expanse from desert to swamp.
Intoxicating and a power center of the planetary sources, without a doubt.

REUNITED: The convergence of the people

En route to Kauai the next morning, I am experiencing "Early Bliss"!





THE END OF LA:

I spent the last days communing with some wonderful people from my life who are creative, progressive, high minded and continue to inspire me. How fortunate to share time with all these talents and wunderkind before I press onward in the Journey.

Miss Cecil Castelucci as pictured is a blossoming young adult writer, dear old friend and possesses endless ladylike grace, charm and wit.








Julie Pavlowski, newly engaged, sassy as ever. She fronts the garage band The Checkers in addition to her photography!








Charles Pinion, filmmaker and demonic wit, in Griffith Park.

SHINY PENNY:From Robbie D to Arthur Lee and Beyond

DAYS THREE AND FOUR:

Sir Christof and I were indeed blessed to receive word of Arthur Lee's funeral on Saturday and attend. Most famous as the founder and frontman of the seminal 60's band LOVE, this man was a poet and saw some hard living. He once asked me to marry him at CBGB's and I was honored to say goodbye on behalf of the many, many fine musicians who could site him as a giant inspirator. Highlights included: Hearing LOVE being blasted in the chapel, stories from childhood pals, Jimi Hendrix's little brother telling tales of Arthur rescuing him from the street, his ubiquitous hat on the coffin lid and Boyd Rice's name above mine in the guest book. He rests in the same cemetery as Liberace, just over the hill. Imagine that musical duet on a foggy moonless night! There is no official site, but THIS is pretty thorough for the uninitiated. Good Bye and RIP Arthur Lee.














Christof's secret supermodel essence!

God's Eyes But No Clean Towels HAUS sit: L.A. Day II

Day TWO:
The highlights included shopping with the boys and Mexican restaurants that support gay theater.

Damon and Jason model hot looks that haven't made it to New York yet and Robbie D. shines as a mother bird and JT Leroyish dirty trucker in his new performance piece, which I attended in the company of Charlie Wurmfeld, director of some fine feature films, one casting yours truly many many moons ago! This episode of reunion action sponsored by Patron!






























Check out The genius of Robbie D.

Fast Forward: Californ-i-a Here I Come, Cousin!

All right, now a speed through the City of Plasticine and Sunny Sides Up. Three Long Years have passed since I set foot on the soil of Los Angeles. Unexpectantly enjoyable, especially in the presence of Host Sir Christof, I was able to make serious re-connection with the quality folks that I have missed in my life. A quick recap to follow...





DAY ONE:
Performing a little ukulele at Club Dandy in Hollywood, backing up the eternal charms of Dame Darcy! A star studded stage and audience of many Ess Eff peers and comrades and other superstars, including Christian Cegavske, Cecil Castelucci, Howie Pyro, Paul K, Andrew Abelson, Kitty Diggins, Jonona and Senor. Who says costumed events are dead? Pah.

Dame Darcy is for you to ponder and admire RIGHT HERE, FRIEND.

Brown is Beautiful: Asheville

Next stopover was a parlance with the amazing Steven Matthew Brown! A firm resident of Asheville, he checks out the ladies but not without a hippie shoe scan. Space jams and chatty warm summer nights. Look for his rad art and be prepared for levitation and mindblowing talent.

Nothin' Could Be FIner: CAROLINER

BEAR HELL? This dry county near Cashiers holds such natural beauty, but has an unforgiving Country Quilted Korner element that is challenging to digest. A peaceful, molasses pace sojourn in early August with my father, his darling wife Miss Brenda Lee and his golden years of German efficiency, screwball comedy and the relatively new element of sentiment and love.




He ain't heavy, he's my Father. The one and only Mister Peter Willy Wendt, god bless 'im.



BEAR HEAVEN. If only the real bears were this pagan.