A visit from the Muse.

Interesting how dreams can be so vivid at times.  The one I had this morning made no sense, really, and yet it made complete sense.  In the dream I was teaching school at a music academy (?) attached to an old theatre in a rundown part of a nameless city. I was sitting at a desk in an office I shared with somebody.  An attractive young woman came into the office to talk with that other person, and as she was leaving, I blurted out to her, "I want to write a column!"  She stopped, and we had a brief conversation which I now can't remember.  Before she left she said to me, "I think we can work something out."  As a result of that vague but at the same time vivid dream, here I sit at 6:00 AM working on a blog I set up a few months ago then forgot about. 

So, I guess in some weird way, I just gave myself permission to blog.  So here it is - I asked for it!  I will be posting stuff about my life (of course, its all about me) as a music booker in big bad Los Angeles. I am also a part time host at one of LA's trendiest restaurants, an ex professional actor/singer (who moved well), a former career waiter who escaped that profession thanks to a prominent Los Angeles business woman, an aspiring jazz pianist and modestly accomplished jazz vocalist, and now, along with several billion people, a blogger - with opinions.  Uh oh....that's the worst kind.

The pictures above were taken at an event we booked the band for at Madame Tussaud's rooftop on Hollywood Blvd.  It was a weird weather day in Los Angeles...weird weather days are all too common everywhere, and this one was downright tropical - LA meets Miami (a dangerous combination). The clouds were very dramatic and the sunset was spectacular.  It was as good a time as any to be on the rooftop of a wax museum.  By the way, I don't get wax museums...they creep me out and I find them a little depressing.