by beachraven | Nov 28, 2020
Venice Beach, California When I met Tommy, he was managing a small motel spa in the desert. He had that slow, confident desert way about him, and I liked him right off. I got to know and respect Tommy over the years by the stories he told about organizing peace...
by beachraven | Nov 20, 2020
The wind blew. A morning sun angled through the trees, and chimes in the neighborhood rang an alarm of something approaching with a howling from above in the pine trees and a deep gust creating wave-like splashes of leaves and foam rolling from the fallen red and...
by beachraven | Nov 14, 2020
I was hired to record an orchestra for a Pacific Bell commercial campaign. We booked one of my favorite studios, Westlake, Studio C in Hollywood. It was a beautiful room with a Neve Console and Studer tape machines but the thing I loved about it was the skylight over...
by beachraven | Oct 30, 2020
I came across a pink door in the forest leading to nowhere. Have you noticed these lonely doors? Some of them are nice, all painted up with fancy hardware. I know they’re just for fun, but it takes an effort to build a workable door, so is there a hidden meaning? I...
by beachraven | Oct 27, 2020
Morro Bay, California As we walked through the nursing home, it seemed like Grace knew everyone. Old ranchers with carved faces and missing digits sat alone in wheelchairs parked along the hallway. She would crouch down to their level, rub their shoulders and...
