Saturday, January 7, 2017

January 7, 2017 (Tosh's Diary)



January 7, 2017

I went to the Geffen Contemporary in Little Tokyo yesterday to see Terry Riley play music to the installation by Doug Aitken.  One enters a large room that's dark, except the lighting that comes from the oversized screens projecting images of wild animals in what looks like the standard sized motel rooms, one finds on American highways.  My favorite was the beaver in a bathtub. As I watched the projection, I wondered how they brought these creatures in such an environment. Or better yet, were these motel rooms real.  It looks like a movie set.

In between these over-sized screens was a huge grand piano, and a smaller electronic keyboard.  I recently became a new member of MOCA, and once I came in, they offered me a ticket with a number.  I was told that they would announce a number at the concert and one will win a terrific surprise.  Just before Riley's performance started, a museum worker came to the piano and announced the lucky number.   The lucky number was attached to my lucky ticket, and therefore, I won.

  

As they announced the number, they ask for the person who has this number to come up to the piano.  I practically ran up to the location due to my excitement.  I'm one of those people that never wins anything.  I was told that I could have the grand spot of seeing and hearing the concert right underneath the piano.   At first I thought they were joking, but apparently, the winner gets to crawl under the piano while Terry Riley performs.

I took my honorable place and laid myself down on the carpeted floor.  Riley came quietly to the grand keyboard and started to play.  For sure, the sound of the piano is much different when one is underneath the instrument.  I also felt like the wild animal that is placed in the motel room.  From my angle, I can see the screen, as well as the audience, who are looking at me in slight disbelief.  To be honest, my legs were cramping up, but I feel that this was very much part of the performance, and therefore I made the decision there, that I will take to the pain, to a certain point.



Riley's music, or at least this performance, was improvised.   Occasionally he would go into an eastern sound or North African motif, especially when he started to sing.  Besides my legs getting painful, it was a very enjoyable performance from the king of minimalism.   After the performance, I crawled back to the bigger space of the room.  I couldn't stand up right away, and I think the crowd there thought I was doing a performance of some sort - perhaps a Butoh dance piece.  Still, the event was an enjoyable experience for me.   What I learned was that I didn't care for Aitken's work that much, but I like Terry Riley's music.

Friday, January 6, 2017

January 6, 2017 (Tosh's Diary)



January 6, 2017

As I type, I'm listening to Erik Satie's "42 Vexations, as performed on piano by Stephane Ginsburgh.  It's music that can last forever, and which brings to mind, the concept of endless anything.  So far this year, I have felt nothing but emptiness.  There are objects in my room right now that has more life than me.  For instance, this cup of coffee expresses a life that once was happening.   A verb in action, but now just a noun.



It's freezing in my writing spot here, and I have a portable electric heater to warm my toes and foot.  I don't wear socks because I can't stand to have my feet covered.  If I had my way, I would like to be Sandie Shaw, who was known for going bare-footed in concerts and TV appearances.  It's interesting how one can have an image of something like that - and to able to carry it off for years.  Does she even wear shoes?  Still, if you warm the feet, it somehow makes the rest of the body warm.  I'm sure it's a psychological trick of some sort, and due to my schooling, I don't fully understand the process.



Right now, I'm processing the loss of my film print of "Greed," which is everything, and now gone, reminds me that I have nothing.   My coffee is getting cold, so I'm going to put it close to the heater.  I will get back to you later.


Thursday, January 5, 2017

David Bowie – Crystal Japan – Promo - 1980



I got this from Momus'Facebook page. A beautiful meditation on David Bowie and the commercial he did for Japanese TV sometime in 1980. I think, for a sake drink.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

January 4, 2017 (Tosh's Diary)




January 4, 2017

I haven’t been sleeping that well, I think due to the tension of trying to raise funds for the Trump statue.  My purpose is to bring people together, but it seems that the road is way too large to bring both sides to the middle of the road.  I will not give up.  But the latest news on my front is that I can’t find the 8mm footage of “Greed” in my storage shack.  I’m now worried that someone may have taken it, or perhaps I just misplaced the damn film.  I have to imagine that it will show up.  I have lost things before, thinking that history has it in its closet in some different time zone or dimension, but then one day I would walk into a room, and there it is all of sudden.  Sort of the Borrowers system of little demons that lives in one’s house that takes away the other sock from the washer. It is often a frustrating experience, but once found, happiness comes back to Toshville.

Last night, feeling restless, I went to Counterpoint Books on Franklin just to window shop and look for ideas.  I came upon a book behind the counter that caught my eye.  It’s what they all a “Better Little Book.”   From 1935 to 1939, the Better Little Book published narrations from comic strips of the time, with illustrations.  It was very much a Depression era of book publishing at the time that attracted young readers.  A lot of the Walt Disney characters, for instance, Mickey Mouse/Donald Duck were part of this phenomena.   What I found at the store was a beat-up copy of “Mandrake the Magician and the Midnight Monster” by Lee Falk and Phil Davis.  Falk did the daily comic strip of Mandrake as well The Phantom.   Davis, I have to presume, wrote the narration to this book, and Falk supplied the story line as well as its illustrations.   It’s a beautiful adventure of a professional magician who travels around with a Black African by the name of Lothar.   How these two became friends or worked together is a total mystery to me.  What they do is solve crime by fighting various criminals throughout the world.   Mandrake had the ability to make others see visions of his choosing.   Quite a talent!





I then went home to work on my memoir called “Everything I Know,” which so far is about 150 long.  At the moment I’m writing this memoir by hand.  I use a ballpoint pen as well as a notebook from Muji, which specializes in designed objects of all sorts.  I tend to work late at night.  It is just usually an owl that sits on my window pane and me.  Hoot Hoot.




Tuesday, January 3, 2017

January 3, 2017 (Tosh's Diary)




January 3, 2017

My favorite actress is  ZaSu Pitts.   I was fortunate enough to see the original version of “Greed,” made by Erich Von Stroheim.  Or I should mention that I saw the entire 85 hours of footage.  Of course, it took longer to watch the damn film, due to bathroom breaks, meals, sleep, and the need to get out and see the natural life.   ZaSu’s (pronounced as “Say Zoo”) intensity in that film was a marvel, and I often think of her when I think of money.  Somewhere in my house, I have the 8mm copy of “Greed.”  It’s in one of the boxes that I have stored in our storage shack in our yard.  "Greed" has been on my mind lately because I should share the footage with others.   I have been told that this film footage is very rare, and only a few has seen the complete version of “Greed.”  



An idea came to mind.  Why don’t I have a public screening of the 85 hours of “Greed,” as a fundraiser for the Trump statue?   I called all the non-profit spaces in Los Angeles to see if they would sponsor my fundraiser, but oddly enough, they all turned me down.   This is not a hinderance.  I will arrange a showing of the film at my house.  I will rent a big screen, and perhaps with the help of Sammy’s Camera, I can find an 8mm projector.  I just hope that I can find all the original 8mm films because there must be a lot of them.



My understanding is that ZaSu was a life long Republican.  Perhaps I can tie that in with the benefit.  Since the theme of ‘Greed” is about wealth, and my understanding is that many Republicans are concerned with that subject matter.   In today’s world, one has to take an idea and explore the entire area around it.  A film is not just a film.  It represents a culture.  Therefore I need to give this showing a whole spectacle, for audiences to come.  No spectacle, then no culture, which means no statue for Trump.



Monday, January 2, 2017

January 2, 2017 (Tosh's Diary)




January 2, 2017 (Tosh’s Diary)

Today feels like I have already spent this day yesterday.   For reasons that are not totally clear to me, whenever New Year’s Day falls on a Sunday, then the next day, which is Monday is New Year’s Day (observed).  This makes perfect sense when it comes to offices or banks being closed on the following Sunday holiday, but must we have the Pasadena Rose Parade on the second of January?   Millions of Americans wake up on January 1 to watch the rose parade on their TV sets.  Yet, once they turn on the right station or website, they find nothing.  One can’t imagine the severe disappointment of having their parade yanked out due that it’s on a Sunday.   I have to imagine that it is some silly Christian religion thing that this happened.  The thing is, by the time it’s the second of January I have very little interest in watching the parade.  One watches the parade on the first of January!  There are procedures, or rules in one’s life or culture, and they are followed with great passion.  I feel the same way when people open their Christmas presents on Christmas Eve.   There is a thing called Christmas morning, and that is the time when one comes to the Christmas tree to open presents - with the family all there and looking happy.  I should write to President-elect Trump about all this.   I gather that he may agree with me.  



Speaking of the devil (or angel, now that I’m going to support him), the committee to raise funds for building his statue and placing it at the Silver Lake Meadows is starting, but with very slow or none results at this time of writing.   I pretty much spent the entire New Year’s Day (on my own time of course) trying to convince people the importance of such a mission.  And yesterday would have been perfect, because it’s the first day of the new year, and doing something positive would sure bring a long cool shadow over the year.  Yet, oddly enough, people are still bitter over the stupid election.   The Clinton fan - base is pretty much drunk since the election.  So it’s hopeless to raise funds from that side of the fence.  Meanwhile, my one and only friend who is a die-hard Trump supporter refuse to give me any funds to build a statue in Trump’s honor.   I don’t want to generalize a whole movement out there, but I find Trump supporters are basically cheap.   The mean part doesn’t bother me as much as their cheapness.  They (will he, my only friend who is a Trump supporter) told me that since he’s a billionaire there is no need for us to raise funds for him.   That to me is a silly argument.  For instance, the people I know who are rich, does that mean I don’t buy them a present on their birthday or for Christmas - due that they can easily afford their own presents?   Do you see where this is leading?  



Yesterday I wrote to Peter Thiel, who is a billionaire and co-founder of Paypal.  Which by the way is a brilliant name for such a company.  A poet must have thought of that.  Pay + Pal = happiness.   Now that is a relationship I can support!  Anyway, I sent him an email yesterday, asking if he was willing to support our committee (which to be honest is basically me at this point) to have a statue built for the honor of Trump.  For sure, a man who is spending money on a man-made island to be placed in the French Polynesian lagoon would clearly be for this statue.  Sadly, I waited for twelve hours, and at this time, I have not heard a word from him.  Perhaps he’s on a holiday with his various boyfriends, but surely of all people, he must know that time is money.  Or perhaps he supports the second of January as an observed holiday?




Good grief!  Fear not, I will not give up on this dream.  Today is only the second day of the new year, and I will be working on this project, at least until the middle-aged year of say June.    After that, who knows.  

Sunday, January 1, 2017

January 1, 2017 (Tosh's Diary)




January 1, 2017

My heart is not really a heart.  It’s a drone looking for a subject.  Today is the first day of the new year.  I have a lot to look forward to.  I have been thinking about our upcoming President, and as I was drinking at the wine bar in Gelson’s market (on Hyperion) late last night. I had thoughts that I was becoming too negative.  Perhaps I should be more supportive of our soon-to-be President.  I’m thinking of starting up a committee to raise funds to build a nice statue of our incoming President.   

This, of course, will be a non-profit or no profit project, which must be a strange thing to do in the Trump world.  But I think to honor him even before he enters the White House, or even say, his Trump Tower as the President would be a very nice gesture.  The fact is I voted against him, and clearly, I lost, or we lost, and we just have to get up from the bar’s floor and make a new day.  



I thought of approaching the Trump foundation to see if they could grant us funds to build the statue, but alas, I think it’s best that the funding should come from citizens than say from the Government.   I’m not clear if the Trump Foundation is now part of the Government or just a side-business type of thing - but alas, that is not really a concern of mine.  I think what I need to do this morning is think of an artist who can do the job, and it is a job. It would be great to find an artist to donate his services and vision to make this statue, but I think that is asking way too much. 




The location I’m thinking of at the moment is Silver Lake Meadow, where the reservoir is located.  There is a large amount of grass area that would be the perfect spot to build or place the Trump statue.   I can see in the future, where families can gather around the statue to have picnics and of course, enjoy the California sunshine.   Also, I think it will be a great civic thing to do for Los Angeles.  In Tokyo, there is the dog statue that is placed right outside the Shibuya station.  It is a very well known meeting place, and right now, Los Angeles doesn’t have an official meeting place.  I can see future generations or visitors to our city saying ‘oh let’s meet up at the Trump statue.  It will be such an obvious place. I’m sure it will be known around the world.   When it comes to Silver Lake I’m very civic-minded.   Must make plans now!


Saturday, December 31, 2016

"At The Existentialist Café: Freedom, Being, and Apricot Cocktails" by Sarah Bakewell

ISBN: 978-159051488-7 Other Press
The existentialist thought has been around forever.   We didn't have a name for it, but clearly, the issue of the importance of a commitment is something one shouldn't take lightly.   In a flash thought, when we (meaning us mortals on planet America) hear the word existentialism, we think of Jean-Paul Sartre.   Clearly, he's the figurehead, but the roots of that thought go back to Nazi-loving Martin Heidegger, and of course, Søren Kierkegaard.   In other words, it's an endless depth in a lake or pool in one's consciousness with respect to who, how, and why we came to the subject matter of existentialism.  



Sarah Bakewell's "At The Existentialist Café" is a very good in-depth read on the subject matter of Sartre and others such as Simone de Beauvoir, Martin Heidegger, Karl Jaspers, as well as Albert Camus, Boris Vian and the underrated Maurice Merleau-Ponty.  On the latter, Bakewell seems to be the most pleased with as a personality (he liked dancing and the social nightlife) and his work as a philosopher.   



Bakewell knows her territory well, and this is an extremely well-researched book on not only the writings that came out by these super-smart individuals but also capturing the time and anxiety of the 20th century.   A book for someone who knows nothing of the subject matter as well as one who's a fan of the Existentialist writer.   She never dumbs down the information, yet this book is written for the masses who are curious about the culture around Sartre and friends.   The arguments, the battles, and the friendship are all displayed on these pages.   A very good book. 





Wednesday, December 28, 2016

My Favorite Book Stores, Part One: ALIAS BOOKS EAST


I love my collection of books. I often walk by my bookshelf and just marvel at my selection of fiction, poetry, music, and art from the 50s and 60s.  My library represents an imagined bookstore from the 1960s.  I often feel that I have the best collection of books than anyone else.  I don’t have rare books, but just the right titles for the right moments in one’s life. Just like my book collection, I often go to Alias Books East in Atwater Village, because in a very real sense, it’s an extension of my personal collection.  Although I don’t own the books in this specific store, it feels very much like home to me.   In fact, it feels like a new bookstore in 1966.



Alias Books East, has a mid-20th-century vibe to it.  Some of it is due to the architecture, which I imagine being built sometime in the 1950s, with a beautiful old-fashioned window display space to show off books on their stands.   Two rooms, tall ceilings, and very clean interior.  There are used bookstores that look like a hoarder’s nest - and then there are those that have a ‘moderne’ aspect to their design and purpose.  Alias Book East is very much like a very disciplined business from the Mad Man era, full of the right literature for the right people.



As mentioned, I have a large collection of books from the 1960s. It seemed to me that the best time for books on cinema came from that era.  Film writing, which wasn’t considered literature, all of sudden, around 1966, became important series of texts about contemporary films of the time.  Parker Tyler, Andrew Sarris, Pauline Kael, Peter Wollen, and at that point and time, translations of French Surrealists who wrote about cinema came out on University and small presses, as well as critics from the Cahlers du Cinéma publication, all came out in English during the 60s.   I’m often reminded of that era just by visiting Alias Books East film section.   If you come in at the right time, which is important, because due to inventory being second-hand, they do tend to disappear into the daylight/nighttime.  But alas, once there, and if the stock is full, one comes upon the world of Hitchcock, Godard, Ozu, Melville, Ford, Hawks and so forth.   It’s a rather serious section on the auteur and their work.  A perfect location if one is curious about the classics of the cinema and it’s makers.  Reference alone makes this section of the store priceless, but it’s the aesthetic of the collection that really makes one feel that they are in a private cinema club, somewhere with a 16mm projector and among cineastes.



The fiction section is full of great titles, and the only missing is crappy books by third-rate authors.  One can close their eyes, and just reach out for a book out of the fiction bookshelf, and surely it will be a classic of some sort. So bookshelves themselves are not packed and full, but the titles that are here are truly 20th-century masterpieces.  Foreign literature translated into English - mostly (when I’m there) from the French and German.  And where else can one find “Oil” and “Jungle” by Upton Sinclair?  What I have noticed is that the store carries a lot of titles from specific authors.  For instance, they pretty much have all the early books by Paul Auster.  Now, one would think that is not so unusual, but do go to a new bookstore, and see what they have under Auster’s name.  The same for Brett Easton Ellis - maybe they will have one title, but Alias Books East has at least 3 to 4 titles under that author.   Also, writers like Fitzgerald and Hemingway are well represented as well as the cult authors, such as my beloved Boris Vian.  



Without a doubt, their poetry selection is superb.  A good place to locate the New York School of poetry - and all of its off-shoots.  If you hit the section at the right moment, you can also find French 19th-century poets, which I think is the basis for a lot of the New York poets, more so than say the Beats.  One can tell the aesthetic of a book shop by their poetry selection.   A lot of stores don’t have the foggiest idea what to do in that category.   You can tell that either the bookseller, buyer or owner have no clue what or is poetry.  If it is just big names, it’s like they don’t want to take chances.  Alias Books East has a very strong presence in their poetry section.  I can tell that they read these poets, because even though some are obscure, their obvious importance is very prominent.  You can feel it just by walking within their poetry section’s space.



Their backroom consists of art, graphic art, photography, and cinema.  I only call it the backroom because it is a separate room from the entrance part of the store.  In this space is a long bench that is perfect to look at oversized photo and art monographs.   At this time, I have a deep interest in FLUXUS related artists, and when I visited the store, they had a handful of obscure and hard-to-find titles in that specific art movement.   Also plenty of catalogs on artists that I didn’t even know existed.  A catalog from a gallery or museum often goes missing with respect to their distribution.  So to come upon a favorite artist, and they happen to have a magnificent catalog, is a major plus in a bookstore like Alias Books East.  The element of surprise is a big part of this store.



The first section I look at in the store is the recommendation bookshelves, which is on your right when you enter the premise.  Patrick, the owner, I feel has a copy of my DNA with respect to books that I’m interested in.   A lot of times, the books displayed here in this section, I already have. Still, I have this burning passion in purchasing another copy. However, foolish that may be.  The other great section is the books displayed behind the counter. I often talk to the staff here, and even though my ears are on them, my eyes are checking out each title behind them.  Incredible first-editions, also here are books that I hadn’t the foggiest idea that they existed.  For one, I found this fascinating book by Georges Simenon called “When I Was Old.” It’s a journal, he kept up from the age of 57 to early 60s.   Written in the 1960s as well.  A bookstore should be able to follow a thought or the dots, which acts like footsteps from one person to another.  If you are in a large library (like the Los Angeles Central Library in downtown) that is easily done.  But in a bookstore, it can be a rare occurrence. Not the case at Alias Books East.  Reading here and there, I was surprised to know that Simenon was a good friend of Henry Miller, as well as Charlie Chaplin.  All three had dinner together, which for some reason, really surprised me.  Another pal of Simenon is Blaise Cendrars.  You can find books on or about Chaplin in the store, as well as titles by Miller and Cendrars.



I often go here to free up my mind during a writing session.   The store is walking distance, and once I enter, I just let my mood take me to a specific section of the bookstore.   Lately, I have been very much interested in 20th-century classical music - more of the experimental side, than say just straight orchestration.  A god in that field is Edgard Varèse.  Alias Book East has a very expensive, but ‘must-have’ copy of a book put together by the Paul Sacher Foundation.   This hardcover catalog covers Varèse’s entire career as a composer, in exact detail.  Beautifully illustrated, this is the final word on this composer and his work.   I never knew that this ever existed in any form, yet, here it is at the store.



A bookstore serves very specific purposes.  Not all can be the same.  Nor can everyone be happy with respect to their interests.  On the other hand, if one is interested in 20th century aesthetic as well as all the by-products of that century - including music (equally matched with rock/pop with jazz and classical), philosophy, political science, cooking, drama, and literary theory - as well what I mentioned above - this store will serve your purpose perfectly.  

Alias Books East
3163 Glendale Blvd. 
Los Angeles, CA 90039

Hours:  Mon-Thurs: 11-8pm, Fri-Sat: 11-9pm, Sun: 10 -7pm

Tel: 323-661-9000

E-mail: aliasbookseast@gmail.com

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/Alias-Books-East-112077312164726/

Instragram:  https://www.instagram.com/aliasbookseast/

- Tosh Berman December 25/26, 2016

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

"When I Was Old: Simenon on Simenon" by Georges Simenon


I'm a fan of the writer's journal.  Basically, nothing really happens in a writer's life, except what's in his or hers head.  Georges Simenon is no different.   This journal takes place in the early 1960s -in fact, it ends in spring 1963.   Simenon is in his late 50s and often his journal writing deals with aging and his life with the family.  What's interesting about him is one, he's close friends with Charlie Chaplin and Henry Miller (all three lunch or have dinner together) and also a friend of Gide and Blaise Cendrars.   



As a writer myself, I'm totally fascinated with a writer's writing schedule.  Simenon wrote hundred of novels in his lifetime and at the time of writing "When I Was Old," he was contracted to write six novels a year.  How can one possibly do something like that?  Also, he had a full family life.  A wife, young children, and then occasionally having sex with four women in one night.  Which doesn't seem to be that much of a big deal for this busy writer.  Still, he suffers from depression, has strong doubts and thoughts about his daily take of alcohol.  Very much the normal Joe, except he can write six novels a year, and most, are pretty good books.  



Early this year I read John Cheever's journal, which is very similar to Simenon's book.  Both are into self-examing their purpose in life and their art.  And real life enters the picture with respect to drinking, love, and family.  And both were successful writers at the time of their common journals.   I recommend this book to anyone who is writing or having trouble sitting down and getting the work done.  Simenon was a very disciplined writer and had his life organized pretty well.   Which makes him sound dull, but believe me, he's not a dull man whatsoever. 



Saturday, December 17, 2016

Books I read in 2006 That I Love by Tosh Berman


Not all the titles are new or were published in the year 2016.  But they are books that I read through January 1 to December 17, 2016.   I read something like 70 titles.   Some are fiction, some are non-fiction, and some are essays on art.  Nevertheless, these books made an impression on me. It has been a horror show of a year for so many people.  And I think that as a background made an impression on me as well.  For those who want to read about these books, you can find my name at Good reads, where I wrote commentary on them.  Also check this blog as well.   And in no special order, here they are: