This town is our town
This town is so glamorous
Bet youd live here if you could
And be one of us.
The Go-Gos, This Town
Last December, I went back to my birthplace, Boston, to do two and a half weeks of AM drive on the big talk station, WRKO-AM 680. Ostensibly, it was fill-in work for vacationing hosts at Christmas/New Years, but the understanding was that it was actually a final audition for a full-time job as morning talk host. It would be a lucrative gig that paid considerably more than Ive ever made. But in talk radio, especially in the larger markets (Boston is No. 9 or 10), the morning host is live and local which for me would mean relocation.
A few days before I left, the Hollywood Presbyterian Childrens Center, my sons preschool, had its annual Christmas pageant, and Mrs. Angel and I were front and center, proud parents doting upon their little genius amazing performance. Afterward, in the churchs parking lot, I took the little one up in my arms and pointed him at the downtown skyline. As he was aloft, I told him, This is our city, where you were born. Were Angelenos, no matter where we end up never forget that.
I was probably talking to myself more than my boy. I now have spent more of my adult life in California than the Northeast and 13-plus years of it here in L.A. And having lived all over the East and West coasts, I can say that there is no place greater than this one in America. Chuck Berry said, Anything you want, we got right here in the USA. Well, you can boil that down to our tiny Southwest corner of map and ignore the rest everything is here.
Youd never know this if youve never been here, judging from the rafts of verbal shit flung at us. No seasons, phony people, no character, traffic, no identity, too materialistic these and every other pennyweight epithet are heaved out from the Kern County line to the Canadian border and the Atlantic Ocean. This, even though the exorbitant cost of living belies such nonsense if it sucks so much here, why is there more demand for housing and land than supply?
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Frankly, they can attempt the anatomically impossible en masse. Anyone whos been here more than two years recognizes the seasonal changes: the June gloominess, the bare trees of January, the brutal heat of October. Traffic is a nightmare everywhere in a nation whose infrastructure was designed and built for 100 million fewer people. Conspicuous consumption may be more overt here, but is materialism any more prevalent here than Cleveland? Then theres my very favorite accusation: Angelenos are shallow because they place so much emphasis on appearance. But, given that ones appearance is what one sells in the entertainment/media capital, what else would you expect? Would you really prefer a city filled with unattractive faces and bodies? Uh-fucking-huh.
Me, I love to turn this ridiculousness right on its pointy little head, having observed that L.A. is the most brutally honest place in America. If you cant cut it in your field here, out you go. If you beat 100 other people for a role in a commercial, or two dozen for a film part, you earned it! Where I come from, your family, your daddys job and your mamas pedigree got you into Harvard and into the financial sector. With a few exceptions, L.A. is Meritocracy Central even the Tori Spellings of our town still have to show up and succeed, or out they go.
On the surface, L.A. lacks the cow-path dynamic of the old Eastern cities and looks like an urban planners nightmare (or nocturnal emission), underscored by endless corner malls and freeways interlacing what appear to be interchangeable communities. But to anyone who actually stays put for more than a few weeks, its obvious that the Valley and Silver Lake could be on different planets. Or that East Los and Venice aint just 15 miles apart geographically, and that even next-door neighbors like Topanga and Chatsworth are as disparate as New Yorks Harlem and Upper West Side, or Bostons South End and Roxbury. L.A.s bad rap comes in part from being that place one sees on telly the smoggy skies and the endless rows of palms and fake tits are easy to lampoon as one-dimensional. Given current trends in film and TV, however, maybe Americans will be badmouthing Vancouver and Toronto as fake and sterile soon, too.
I didnt get the radio job in Boston, and I breathe a sigh of relief on a minute-by-minute basis every time I think of it. (One of the reasons management cited for not hiring me was, He didnt seem like hed be happy outside of L.A. and would run back at the first job offer.) Because outside the confines of job and paycheck, I wouldnt have fuck-all to be happy about. No Zankou Chicken, no Tropical Café, no auditions for commercials anymore with other exiles and émigré nutcases, no Golds in Hollywood, no KTLK or Indie 103.1, no Malibu sunsets or Christmases on Angeles Crest in the snow, 30 minutes from the semi-Saharan conditions of El Eco Parque. No six different jobs for six different days (the only way for a grown man with terminal ADHD to avoid going berserk), no endless stimulation from the idea that each day is an adventure, not a sentence. Screw people who put us down, theyre just a little terrified of the maelstrom which means great: more good stuff for those of us who cant really be happy elsewhere. I been, I done.