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Hollywood

On Tynan

My week in Hollywood has just finished and I'm now on a plane to Tokyo. Just hearing the Japanese announcements on the airplane's PA brings back fond memories of my trip here last year and makes me more excited to get there.

(Quick aside. The girl next to Todd is sleeping in the most hilarious position I've ever seen. She's kneeling facing the seat with her legs under the seat in front of her. Her head is face down on the seat of the chair, buried in the cushion. I cannot imagine that that's comfortable in any way. I wish I had my camera out to take a picture.)

I waited too long to call people so I didn't get to see all of my old friends, but I did get to see a bunch of them. I stayed at Style's place, spending most of my time working on CD on one couch while he worked on a new book on the other couch. His new girlfriend, an exotic half Indian, quarter Japanese, quarter something else, hung out with us a lot. She's adorable and a lot of fun, and they're in love.

Early On a Sunday Morning

On Where Pianos Roam

So, last night, I attended the Art Flood Benefit hosted by Hands On Nashville at the Billups Art Gallery in East Nashville.  I got there just past 6:30 PM with the intention of scoping out all of the art and snatching one up before somebody else got their grubby hands on it.  Here's the blow-by-blow .  .  .

I stood at the entrance where I paid the $5 admission and where the attendant asked me how old I was and insisted that I show my ID (WHAAAAT?).  For sure, that was definitely a compliment.  Said attendant kept getting interrupted, and I grew irritated knowing that with each passing second somebody else would be buying an art piece that was more suited for me.  UUUGGGH.

Finally, I entered the gallery.  I was relieved to see that it was not your usual frou-frou and pretentious type of affair that these kinds of events tend to become.  Like a crouching tiger (hidden dragon), I quickly devoured each piece with my eyes to see if something resonated with me.  Several pieces actually did.  One of them was a piece by my friend Jessica Hill that somebody already bought.  Yeesh.  

The other was a framed piece that, while very reasonably priced, was still over my budget.  After doing a complete perusal of all the works for sale, I went back to the framed artwork.  Not only was it a gorgeous, impressionistic piece, but it was already framed AND matted.  I envisioned it sitting in the personal library that I hope to have some day, just by my comfy reading chair and ottoman.  

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