As I blog today in Hollywood as a Maori Kiwi farmer’s raised country kid son, there’s a lot going on to deal with. Nothing is as simple as those country days, in a Cosmopolitan City like Los Angeles.
I get texts on my phone asking for a meeting with a Romanian-American kid whose discovered paranormal activity in Laurel Canyon, beneath the house with a pyramid on top of it, currently on the market for 3.5 million, “why wouldn’t Tom Cruise buy it?’ is the gist of texting. Why I would even go, I don’t know?
I know that the founding Native American Indian tribes of California used to meet in the Laurel Canyon area each year, seasonally and theater would occur between the convergence of tribes there – where they would reenact a year’s worth of tribal stories for each other as tribes, in shared song and dance narratives.
Hollywood in a way, is an evolution, of this tradition, but technology (cinema, film, media, mobile telephony) is the preferred medium to convey this tradition in the world now from California. As I’ve already told this kid that, I don’t feel like going.
There’s always going to be paranormal activity in the Canyon, until Native American Indians are invited back to do what they always did on Hollywood Hills and Canyon landscapes, as people. It’s just what they do and should be allowed to do as a sign of genuine belief in the origins of freedom of expression of America’s founding fathers, mothers and their children. That’s where the concept of American family begins as a narrative in the USA, in a celebrated and ongoing healing process that should be honored and respected too for all of America with Native American Indians being a vital part of that.
I had suggested to the kid to meet with Indian tribes himself if he was so concerned about the increase of paranormal activity in Hollywod, to see if there was any interest in that and to meet with the Mayor of L.A too to get it going on. He had looked at me like I was a total spinner, (I have the same thought each day too at times, so that’s quite okay) but it’s certainly much better than entertaining ghosts in the canyon, I think. Far smarter.
Pyramid worship here of the rich and famous and Free Mason society types aside here, I think Indians have their place in Hollywood as people on this landscape that should be honored and respected as honoring the roots of a nation’s peace and human rights record and pathway forward. So that’s the end of the texting saga as I turn my phone off. Peace is the greatest gift of all in California. Least we get confused at to what robs America’s peace, we need to learn to turn our phones off sometimes to have it.
Beside me to the right, the blonde girl in the cowboy tartan red and black cowboy, all wool shirt (too hot for California actually), cut off denim shorts and black fishnet stockings talks the need of “boundary setting with her new boyfriend” to her ‘Personal Gay’ friend. He just nods at everything she says, like he’s a tamed poodle or something. What’s up with that brainless trend?
A Mexican Aztec fashion designer, with sharp cheekbones talks to investors in the cafe today about how far $100,000 investments could go, and where that would take them. He’s 50 with little Richard eyeliner Aztec eyes. A fierce statement in today’s Hollywood. He’s not big on ‘speaking the English,’ he’s like “You give me $100,000 and this is what you get for that.” Yet there’s no denying that he knows his stuff in the new wave of the fashion apparel business in California. He’s a modern merchant of Cali’s fashion world as perhaps best denoted by his leopard, tiger markings-fused silk printed gypsy-esque scarf worn over his Aztec Indian jewelry. The look in his eye, tells his investors, that he’s fearlessly forging ways forward in the current economy. Good for him! A discerning confident spirit.
He wears an old school biker leather jacket with the words L.O.S A.N.G.E.L.E.S in white leather down each black sleeve and plenty of jean jewelry chain accessories.
Beside and opposite me, Mandel an Orthodox brother studies up on the Torah on his laptop and my African-American brother, Jey Lawrence sits too. Jey’s dad researched in the Warren Beatty, Julie Christie and Goldie Hawn Hollywood-popular era of the 70′s, Jey’s family history. He mapped his families tribe back to the Southern Nile of Egypt, hence Jeys Egyptian key, eye, double spears, skin-shield tattoos. He is very Barack Obama-esque today (the contemporary inked version) and watches college football keeping up with the next generation of sporting talent. Of course being in Hollywood weird things happen all the time in good ways. My last Hollywood post was about the Key of Ramses II fused with the prophet Isaiah’s words. Then Jey sits right next to me, with a version of Ramses tattooed on his arm. His version does look like Obama’s face a bit, and we laugh about that, because it’s true.
In addition, Jey tells me that the Maori haka is a big trend in college football. Where football teams perform the haka (Maori war dance) before their football matches. What is even more awesome though is when the crowd of spectators respond and do it too. Jay says American footballers love Maori culture because it is an expression of warrior-hood and tribalness that defines community, that football represents here at community level. The Maori haka resonates with America’s belief of strong warrior communities.
I can’t argue with that. Maori culture and tino rangatiratanga (the spirit essence of the culture) is all about that. It does think of protecting everyone, and ensuring everyone remains strong warriors in community. The haka is a visual expression of this aesthetic in effect. The haka – when performed properly, is always spiritual. Jey loves it.
Jey has moved from personal fitness training to now doing hair. He says it’s way easier to manage. We talk the concept of ‘hair lockers.’ Where Jey points out the beautiful twenty-something blonde girls in the cafe and says most of these girls have weaves, or hair tracks on their scalps. I’m so dumb, I’m like “no way!”. He’s like, “yes, they all do. California is hair capitol of America.” When they get their hair done, their old hair they take off their heads and they save it. Hence all these girls have what is called a hair locker in their bedrooms at home.
I say, well, Hollywood American girls are sort of like Native American Indians, collecting hair in that scalping tradition way then. Jey says, “not a good example. But yes. You’re right. Half of Hollywood is like that.” We laugh. Servite Football team of California are Jey’s favorite college football team’s fans, he says do the Maori haka the fiercest. They’re also big on Scottish music too. Must check them out. Jey reminds me of my brother-in-laws Lou, once bro-in-law Matthew, Richard and Eddie who all play touch rugby football. Some internationally too. Jey most looks very similar to brotha Eddie who is half Maori of the Tainui Maori tribe and half Tongan of the South Pacific.
‘Don’t be a stranger,’ Jey says off to his next appointment. Dude is so Warren Beatty of Shampoo movie days in 1975 Oscar winning history, minus the attitude. We had a good conversation today, with his permission to share it with you. Yes, feel privileged.
On any given day you blog in a cafe in Los Angeles, such things go on all around you in the real Hollywood.
I love it.
Today Malia gets top billing (pictured above), with her Maori koru design aesthetic from Aotearoa-New Zealand etched into her Young Hollywood scalp. She’s all fierce, smart, beautiful like a skinnier version of Missy Elliott, the rapper; having biz meetings with a blonde guy from the U.K with a Cockney accent whose convincing Malia to sign with him as her photographer/ manager.
She is beautiful, confident, quietly resolute. As I ask to share her winning look back to the good people of Aotearoa-New Zealand where her I.D is inspired from, (and with you all) she smiles big, turns side on and says “Wurq it Mah-ree peoples of New Zeeeeeland.”
Like that. Let’s go America! :)
As a New Zealander, I am that American footballers and supporters do the Maori-Kiwi haka of New Zealand. Just get on a plane every now and again and head down to NZ to see it performed live every now and again, for reals from the source of culture, okay? :)
What a fun day. I feel like I hung out at Hollywood’s version of The White House – Hollywood coffee bar today. Thankfully Aotearoa, New Zealand is so in that picture too. Fun.
[Gosh, that was perhaps the longest blog post header written ever!]
Music today is laid back mellow, as I think about Hawaiian sun, South Pacific palm trees and beautiful Aotearoa beaches, while listening to the Zac Brown Band ‘s song Toes brought to US by 5 Gum, while thinking that I’ve already done our celebrity news today in this one post.
I can imagine my Maori-Samoan cousin Eileen Taogaga grooving to this at the Helensville pub today near the Kaipara, on a mom’s friday night off in the ‘big smoke’ of Helensville as good country Kiwi folk do in any tight knit rural community, with the best green grass in the world, far across the waters on opposite sides of the Pacific Ocean of Malibu as I blog, from The City of Angels today.
~Cross cultural, living tukutuku weaving art on wood created at Melrose & Spaulding. Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 1.26.11. To everyone who contributed to this moment, thanks.~
THE ADJUSTMENT BUREAU – STUPID, PIG, DOG, SWINE ARKI – HOLLYWOOD TODAY
On a Winter Sunday I go. To clear away the snow. In green the ground below.
“Did you call her a vampire?” the fifty something husband asks his wife as they exit the cafe. “No,” his wife says laughing. “I just said she sucked!”
April all an ocean away. Is this the better way to spend the day? Keeping the Winter at bay.
I look at Lemon Face serving our coffee today. She does look a little bit sour.
While in line waiting, Fulton tells me that Arki got “let go” from the bar last night. He was found with liquor in his back pack and a bottle of hot sauce. It was the hot sauce that got him fired. Especially because “the hot sauce was in his back pack before the shift began, not even at the end of the night.” Everyone at Arki’s Hollywood hip spot venue, is p*ssed with Arki. He’d been a part of the team for five years. He is the second long term staff member to be let go for theft in two weeks.
“Poor Arki,” I offer. “No. Not poor Arki,” Fulton says angrily. “Stupid, pig dog swine dumb Arki, that’s what. Stupid Arki,” Fulton fumes. “Okay, stupid pig dog swine Arki!”, I say as a friend. Strange, because I’ve never met Arki and I repeat the mantra like I am disappointed. Already my encouragement points of the day are in the red. My sister Rachel would kick my behind, if she heard me speak like this.
I know that Fulton is more p*ssed that Arki has robbed his workmates of the chance to be in team. That sense of being in ‘Hollywood family’ each week has been stolen from Fulton. In Hollywood, your workmates become just that to many single people. Hollywood Family. Poor Fulton and team, my mind forms the empathetic thoughts without saying them as words.
What were the words I meant to say before you left? When I could see your breath lead.
Stupid pig dog swine Arki.
“Kia Ora. I’ll have a venti cup of your finest Pike River Roast of the day please.”
“Sure” Lemon Face says, with a nice enough smile.
Because my perception of Lemon Face has been framed by her previous customer’s response to her service, my instincts kick in, when they shouldn’t even have to work this early, to make up my own mind about her.
I wouldn’t smile more than that, if I served coffee I think gauging her smile. So she’s okay by me so far.
“How’s life? I ask,” a mistake.
“My daughter’s sick today. I had to take her to the doctor this morning. It was so hard to come to work.”
“I hear ya,” I offer throwing an extra dollar in her tip jar.
Fulton throws me a look, as in ‘don’t.’ Too late. The money’s in her honey pot.
Her smile gets bigger. Maybe she’s not a vampire after all. Like a Hollywood actress, for twenty seconds of talking, she just made an extra buck. I guess that makes her a good vampire then. She’s all good. She’s winning.
Where you were going to? Maybe I should just let it be. And maybe it will all come back to me. Sing O January O.
I hum my oriori Maori song lyrics in my head over top of The Decemberists catchy guitaring tunes playing on cafe stereo. Once I have a coffee in my hand, I always wake up to the ocean of Maori culture inside me. It’s weird. But that always happens at first sip of the day.
“Stupid. Pig. Dog. Swine. Arki” Fulton mutters.
“Have you seen that movie?” I gesture towards Matt Damon’s latest movie billboard on the boulevard, figuring that a change of focus is as good as a rest.
“Your fate has been adjusted. The Adjustment Bureau,” Fulton reads the signage. “Well, that does nothing for me.”
“Look. You never know. It might be a good film. Wanna go see it?” I offer.
“No. I think it’s total pigs wallop, how Matt and Ben got their Oscar. There were 16 other writers on that script. They got the credit.”
Great. Another movie alone I think looking at Damon’s billboard with the Hollywood Hills winking behind it. How am I supposed to write scripts with a writer, who never wants to see the latest flicks in Hollywood? Argh!
[Stupid. Pig. Dog. Swine. Arki].
How I lived a childhood in snow. And all my teens in tow. Stuffed in strata of clothes.
“So, what’s going on with you?” Fulton asks.
“Well, the blog. I met this guy who wants to do tee shirts, coffee mugs and jewelry sales via the–”
“No. Don’t do it. You’re better off being independent.”
Pale the winter days after dark. Wandering the gray memorial park.
“But when do I get a chance to sit in a hot tub at my place with views overlooked from the Hollywood Hills if I’m always ‘independent’ and broke then aye?”
“You’re ridiculous,” Fulton says finally laughing.
“Made you laugh though aye bro? Stupid. Pig. Dog–
“Swine. Arki.” Fulton finishes his mantra, his smile now almost back-to-normal.
A fleeting beat of hearts. What were the words I meant to say before she left?
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The Adjustment Bureau is a film that reads like a Natalie Portman tribute, in which – “Just as he is on the brink of winning a senate seat, politician David Norris (Matt Damon) meets a ballerina named Elise Sellas (Emily Blunt). Though David is smitten, mysterious men conspire to keep him away from the beautiful dancer. David learns he is up against the powerful agents of Fate itself, and, glimpsing the future laid out before him, must either accept a predetermined path that does not include Elise, or defy Fate to be with her.”
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~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 2.9.11~
Posted by horiwood on February 11, 2011 in A Different View, America, Economy, Emily Blunt, Hollywood Today, Matt Damon, Movie News, Movie Posters, Parenting, Pop Cultural Commentary, Signs of The Times, Song Lyrics, Song Writers, The Decemberists, UK