I had forgotten Rodia's name, so I can't say that if you've been reading this blog you should know it, but I have blogged conspiciously about the Watts Towers. If it weren't for the Wisconsin protests, I'd say it was my all-time favorite photo-op.
On my trip to Los Angeles maybe five years ago, I didn't get to see the Watts Towers. Big mistake! Instead I went to the Huntington Library, which displays the artistic discernment of a railroad baron. Lovely grounds, excruciatingly dull art. I won't make that mistake again, if I ever return to that city.
I sit right now, as I do every day, about 6 blocks from Watts Towers. There is a resemblance, but only in that both the towers and Crack exude Blackness in a 70's flavor, and I mean that as a big compliment to Crack, but not to the towers.
I liked Blacks more in the 70's when they seemed different form the rest of us: tougher, happier, and more real than today. They were Black, they loved it, we all loved it. Now, nobody seems happy about it, because they are just like the rest of us, but with fewer fathers and more assholes.
The towers, although not built in the 70's, look entirely 70's, which was never a good look for anything.
I guess I need to clarify concerning the towers. I've been driving past them for 30 years, and they always screamed "funk" to me. They say Watts really well, without much Roma. Close up, it's a little different, but driving by I hear Parliament.
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14 comments:
All things being equal, it'as probably just as well.
Even the rats left FB a while ago.
And you! a law professor!
Crack is the Sam Rodia of the blog world. Except that nothing in the blog world endures.
Scott: Now, that's an interesting and intriguing comment!
Thanks rcommal. Here are the clues:
1. Who is Sam Rodia?
2. What did he do?
3. What did he do it with?
4. How is this like Crack's blog?
I recognized the name and then looked him up. So it would be cheating were I to respond... .
I had forgotten Rodia's name, so I can't say that if you've been reading this blog you should know it, but I have blogged conspiciously about the Watts Towers. If it weren't for the Wisconsin protests, I'd say it was my all-time favorite photo-op.
On my trip to Los Angeles maybe five years ago, I didn't get to see the Watts Towers. Big mistake! Instead I went to the Huntington Library, which displays the artistic discernment of a railroad baron. Lovely grounds, excruciatingly dull art. I won't make that mistake again, if I ever return to that city.
I agree with Crack.
I sit right now, as I do every day, about 6 blocks from Watts Towers. There is a resemblance, but only in that both the towers and Crack exude Blackness in a 70's flavor, and I mean that as a big compliment to Crack, but not to the towers.
I liked Blacks more in the 70's when they seemed different form the rest of us: tougher, happier, and more real than today. They were Black, they loved it, we all loved it. Now, nobody seems happy about it, because they are just like the rest of us, but with fewer fathers and more assholes.
The towers, although not built in the 70's, look entirely 70's, which was never a good look for anything.
The guy that built Watts Towers was Italian.
Rodia was an American, and like me, a Pennsylvanian, and a Californian.
Nothing about Watts is Italian today.
0.6% white. When I go home from work it drops to half that. NTTIATWWT.
I guess I need to clarify concerning the towers. I've been driving past them for 30 years, and they always screamed "funk" to me. They say Watts really well, without much Roma. Close up, it's a little different, but driving by I hear Parliament.
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