Soon as I Get Paid

Terrific West Coast Swing. Thanks Terry West

Ring a ling went the telephone

Is the man of the house at home?

Your master card is over due

Mr. Mo we need a payment from you

Right now, right now, right away

Look here

I ain't got nothing to send you today

But I'ma give you all your money

Soon as I get paid

Soon as I get paid

Well, now the joint was jumping

It was Saturday night

Her hair was long

And the dress was tight

I looked at her

She looked at me

And the champagne stared flowing

To a quarter to three, yeah yeah, oh yeah

To quarter to three

Look Mr Bartender

I'm gonna make it okay

I'll give you all your money

Soon as I get paid

Soon as I get paid

Monday morning, money gone

It's a dog gone shame

Don't worry, I get you straight, you'll be fine

You know what, you'll get yours, when I get mine

Uh, whoa, oh, got a letter from the IRS

Your tax return is a terrible mess

We want our money, we don't like to wait

Please come an see us on such and such date

Right now, oh yeah, right away

Well, I ain't got nothin' to send you today

But I'ma give ya all your money

Soon as I get paid

Yeah, soon as I get paid

Well, well, soon as I get paid

Thursday and Friday evening

Soon as I get paid

Better catch me before Monday

Soon as I get paid

Oh yeah, soon as I get paid

You heard me

Soon as I get paid

Soon as I get paid

Ethel Avenue

A LITTLE SPANISH-STYLED BUNGALOW IN THE SAN FERNANDO VALLEY


I lived in a great little house in North Hollywood with my family in the mid-1950's.  It was adjacent to El Camino Real--the King's Highway--which linked the missions developed through California in the 1700's by the Franciscan Order of the Catholic Church. Leave it to my father to find an interesting home for us to live in.

The development of the valley was accelerating mid-19th Century, and two-story apartment houses abutted our place on two sides. There were still many vacant lots in the valley, however, and cities like Encino, Tarzana, North Hollywood and Studio City were distinct places along Ventura Blvd. with orchards or undeveloped land between them.  


Here are the only pictures I have of that house and time..

This was taken at the backdoor on my 9th birthday, I believe.  As a nine year old kid would do, I'm proudly showcasing my rabbit's foot which is hanging from a belt loop. 

(The damage to the photograph was done by my dog many years later)

We used the structures in the backyard  alternately as "The Bank of Bud", and a chemistry lab.

This one, which was probably built and used as a chicken coop, became a puppet show theater.

Our dog Rusty won "The Homeliest Dog" award in a pet contest in Mill Valley a few years before this picture was taken of him in the driveway.

I think I had to pay my eldest brother 25 cents to take this photo (he caught the entrepreneurial spirit at an early age).  I wanted a picture to send my grandparents in San Francisco.  I combed my hair, donned a clean shirt and put a toy cigarette in my mouth in my best Humphrey Bogart impression.  

A family picture (minus the bro behind the camera) taken around my mom's '52 MG.  Not long after this, I was living with my grandparents in San Francisco.

I'm nostalgic, so you can imagine how chagrined I was when I visited North Hollywood fifty years later and found that my house and front yard had become a parking lot.

Even so, the backyard, where I spent many hours playing alone and with my brothers, had become a retail sculpture garden.

This is the view from Ventura Boulevard (El Camino Real).

It is a special place to me, and I'm glad that it has been preserved.

A Most Practical Gift

It seems as if I can't make it through a day without using this..

They Love Their Naps

James Robert Horton

In his later years, my stepfather told me of his experience during the assault of Okinawa during WWII. He was a Navy Signalman on a support ship.  The ship next to him incurred a direct hit from a Japanese Kamikaze, which he witnessed from the signal deck.  He told me how the sounds of battle moved from the shore and then inland over the course of a few days.

This is a Naval map of the ships involved in the assault.  I brought it with me when I last visited him. I wanted to know about his life, but he left us that night.

Stuck in the Middle With You

June 14 in the Backyard

"The problem with owning a home is that wherever you look there's something you should be doing"   ---Sam Ewing


Here are some pictures of my backyard minutes ago, and there are plenty of things I should be doing..

 

Temple of Light Progress

The Baha'i temple in Santiago, Chile--the last continental Baha'i temple-- is nearing completion. The significance may be lost to the world, but not to me and Baha'is everywhere.

The Message (Movie) Bilal giving the First Muslim Call to Prayer

*VOLUME WARNING*

Ella at the Beach

Ella is three months old..

Front Porch on San Luis Street

Josh's first room was in the front porch/sun room of Pederson's old house on San Luis Street.  He'd watch people coming and going from the unemployment office next door. He remembers the street-sweeping machine that would drive by in the early mornings.

Here he is waking up sweaty after a nap.  That room really warmed up in the afternoon.

You can see the sun room in this picture, but not Josh.  He's inside his mama. 

From the Movie "The Messenger"

Tug, the hunter..

My cat Tug in the catbird seat






Tug has been watching birds through the windows. A few weeks ago he started jumping up on my armoire, and I'm pretty sure it was an instinctive response to seeing all that prey.

It would have been fine with me, but naturally he started pawing the vase and dried flowers, and I was sure he'd destroy them as cats are wont to do.  I had a brainstorm: cats are very fussy about their coat and paws, so I bought a few 12" square floor tiles, took off the backing, and put them with the sticky-side up under and around the vase.

The next day I saw Tug had gotten on top of the armoire, and it looked like he was curious as to what I had done, so I grabbed my camera.






I caught the moment when he touched the sticky.




He contemplated what just happened.




And then guess what? He licked off the sticky.





He decided to move to the other side...




Waaay to the other side.





This is the moment he decided that the prospect of scattering some dried flowers and watching a vase smash on the floor wasn't worth the trouble.

J.J. Cale - Santa Cruz

Портрет Артем Михайлович Демченков

PORTRAIT OF ARTEM MIKHAILOVICH DEMCHENKOV

Chalk Drawings of Paris

Van Gogh's chalk drawings of Paris..