tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259650071875106920.post4169083792983818016..comments2023-07-24T05:21:36.080-05:00Comments on Confluence City: Alvarado Street, an industry town artifactPoetry Scoreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15624640062686409332noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259650071875106920.post-17366815621292679712009-03-14T17:29:00.000-05:002009-03-14T17:29:00.000-05:00Well said, John!Well said, John!Poetry Scoreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15624640062686409332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259650071875106920.post-76958072205085237512009-03-14T17:25:00.000-05:002009-03-14T17:25:00.000-05:001. I am jealous.2. Paul Westerberg said the same t...1. I am jealous.<BR/><BR/>2. Paul Westerberg said the same thing about Zevon when I interviewed him at the Wash U Field House ca. 1987.Poetry Scoreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15624640062686409332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259650071875106920.post-71577644819916168142009-03-14T17:22:00.000-05:002009-03-14T17:22:00.000-05:00Wow, man, you're inhabiting my old hood, now. Alva...Wow, man, you're inhabiting my old hood, now. Alvarado, MacArthur Park, Westlake, Wilshire... all frothing with name magic for me. From say '83 to '88 (college yrs.) I walked every sq. yrd. (it seemed) of that barrio. The taquerias, the botanicas, the discount markets, John Wood's nameless junk shop: I suddenly really miss it. So many happy/krazy stories came out of those few blocks. For me, though, it was better made famous by Bukowski and, before that, Chandler (never really a Zevon fan. He had an annoying voice.) <BR/><BR/>Thanks, Chris.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11446501103242120391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259650071875106920.post-33868993504645954312009-03-14T16:01:00.000-05:002009-03-14T16:01:00.000-05:00Wow, man, you're inhabiting my old hood, now. Alva...Wow, man, you're inhabiting my old hood, now. Alvarado, MacArthur Park, Westlake, Wilshire... all frothing with name magic for me. From say '83 to '88 (college yrs.) I walked every sq. yrd. (it seemed) of that barrio. The taquerias, the botanicas, the discount markets, John Wood's nameless junk shop: I suddenly really miss it. So many happy/krazy stories came out of those few blocks. For me, though, it was better made famous by Bukowski and, before that, Chandler (never really a Zevon fan. He had an annoying voice.) <BR/><BR/>Thanks, Chris.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11446501103242120391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259650071875106920.post-32976592413669458892009-03-14T16:00:00.000-05:002009-03-14T16:00:00.000-05:00Wow, man, you're inhabiting my old hood, now. Alva...Wow, man, you're inhabiting my old hood, now. Alvarado, MacArthur Park, Westlake, Wilshire... all frothing with name magic for me. From say '83 to '88 (college yrs.) I walked every sq. yrd. (it seemed) of that barrio. The taquerias, the botanicas, the discount markets, John Wood's nameless junk shop: I suddenly really miss it. So many happy/krazy stories came out of those few blocks. For me, though, it was better made famous by Bukowski and, before that, Chandler (never really a Zevon fan. He had an annoying voice.) <BR/><BR/>Thanks, Chris.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11446501103242120391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259650071875106920.post-49947027513307406002009-03-14T15:59:00.000-05:002009-03-14T15:59:00.000-05:00Wow, man, you're inhabiting my old hood, now. Alva...Wow, man, you're inhabiting my old hood, now. Alvarado, MacArthur Park, Westlake, Wilshire... all frothing with name magic for me. From say '83 to '88 (college yrs.) I walked every sq. yrd. (it seemed) of that barrio. The taquerias, the botanicas, the discount markets, John Wood's nameless junk shop: I suddenly really miss it. So many happy/krazy stories came out of those few blocks. For me, though, it was better made famous by Bukowski and, before that, Chandler (never really a Zevon fan. He had an annoying voice.) <BR/><BR/>Thanks, Chris.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11446501103242120391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259650071875106920.post-60172820834255755012009-03-14T13:51:00.000-05:002009-03-14T13:51:00.000-05:00In every version I've heard, except Warren'...In every version I've heard, except Warren's, his Smith-Corona gets turned into a Smith & Wesson. G.G. takes it a step further by making the pearl-handled deck a pearl-handled gun. It must be depressing having your song covered by people who don't understand it. In both places Warren makes you think he's talking about a gun, as if he's singing about some desperado, but then he pulls the rug out--it's just a typewriter, just a deck of cards. It's of those brilliant little touches that made him so special. But then Linda Ronstadt and every other doofus who does the song thinks, Wouldn't it be more romantic if it was a gun? Warren's going to kick himself for not thinking of that!Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05795415795969835255noreply@blogger.com