tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486020167848564517.post782036272642554048..comments2024-03-14T12:28:32.425-06:00Comments on Doves Today: HollywoodGlennishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681336164718681936noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486020167848564517.post-86376288780719513852008-07-14T23:06:00.000-06:002008-07-14T23:06:00.000-06:00Hollywood Boulevard--as opposed to "Hollywood"--is...Hollywood Boulevard--as opposed to "Hollywood"--is THE SoCal urban faultline, a century's worth of cultural extrusions poking through the tarmac:<BR/><BR/>--Glamor spots of the '20s and '30s (e.g., the Egyptian Theater and Musso and Frank Grill),<BR/>--Authentic tourist crapola of the '40s, '50s and '60s (the marvelously mouldy Frankenstein model teetering in front of one old souvenir store and the Hollywood Tobacco shop neon sign)<BR/>--Inauthentic tourist crapola of the '70s, '80s and '90s (soft porn fashion and bong shops, and the poor stiffs dressed as Darth Vader and the Cowardly Lion, who would but for the grace of god be spinning cardboard real estate arrows in the dry heat of the San Fernando valley)<BR/>--Corporate crapola of the 00's (Kodak Theater, etc.). <BR/><BR/>Kind of an urban pop historical parfait with a few veins of tar-like consistency running through the whole (junkies, winos, hustlers, whores, gangbangers) and a Wax Museum to seal the deal like the lid of a peanut butter jar terrarium.<BR/><BR/>That's my Hollywood, uh huh....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486020167848564517.post-55085992101869451922008-07-14T14:10:00.000-06:002008-07-14T14:10:00.000-06:00I don't know how/why tourists continue to be duped...I don't know how/why tourists continue to be duped into believing that there's a thing or a place called "Hollywood" that you can go and see. You'd think the word would be out by now.Kathy Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02980621565856010779noreply@blogger.com