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Tuesday, December 6th 2011

Son Of A Gun

Posted by Johnny

I raced home from downtown after my shoot making it to Santa Monica in a record time of 18 mins to meet BW for a belated birthday dinner at Son of a Gun on 3rd St. It’s owned by the same pair who own Animal, but this place is a move in the other direction; a more seafood oriented spot.

We were the first to arrive, it was quite small, as most of those spaces tend to be on 3rd, and we were seated in the corner, my favorite spot to eat. I immediately saw the oysters which is exactly what I had been craving all day. In P’town I lived on them and ate them almost every day. They were Kusshi from British Colombia, small, clean and not as fishy as some other varieties. We ordered a half dozen as BW, as brave as he is, was a bit weary to have any; he tried one and decided that it’s just not for him.

This was the kind of experience that I wanted to enjoy so I took great care in ordering everything one at a time, much to the dismay of our waiter, to avoid being inundated with plates. Our next course was Steelhead Roe with a Maple Cream and Pumpernickel and amberjack crudo, galbi vinaigrette with a watermelon radish. Steelhead is a type of fish that resembles a cross between trout and salmon and if a dish could sing this one would be in perfect pitch. Everything about this was spot on, the saltiness of the roe was in perfect harmony with the sweetness of the maple cream which was essentially a maple whipped cream, so light it almost wasn’t there and just sweet enough to match the roe. The pumpernickel gave it a savory crunch that rounded everything off flawlessly. The Amberjack crudo, amberjack aka Kampachi and crudo, Italian for raw, is a tuna tartatre dressed in a Korean style vinaigrette that I found to be quite interesting, again keeping everything orally sound, the texture of the fish matching perfectly with the salty vinaigrette was highlighted by the sweetness of the watermelon radish, do you see a pattern emerging yet?

I’m a big fan of mid courses, especially salads. We chose the lettuces, arugula, pomegranate, almond, manchego, sherry salad to cleanse the palate and prepare for the next act. Nothing fancy here which was the goal, but I have to say that the construction of the salad made it a bit difficult to enjoy. The leaves were far too large to accommodate such tiny components like the almonds and pomegranate seeds in one bite but still a lovely intermission.

For the headliner we decided to split something and luckily, as is usually the case we both were stoked about the alligator schnitzel with heart of palm and orange. When this dish came to the table I was quite surprised because I had always known hearts of palm to be somewhat dense pieces of fiborous plant material. This dish however had shaved ribbons garnishing the dish with a generous portion of orange segments. (I forget the sauce) now the thing that tied this dish together that was not listed but luckily worked incredibly well was the sauce………with vanilla. It’s always nice when you end a culinary experience with something amazing and delicious.

I really enjoyed this spot and would come back for sure, I haven’t had a meal that was so focused on the pairing of textures and tastes in a long time. It was clearly well thought out and presented even better.

I give it a 7.

We passed on dessert as neither of is has much of a sweet tooth and decided to spend the rest of the evening at one of our favorite watering holes Micky’s in WeHo. We were both home by midnight feeling very accomplished and well fed!

Saturday, April 18th 2009

Brokeback Mountain Tribute

Posted by Boy Wonder

My great love for this film inspired my addition of sound clips to the Gabriel & Dresden remix of the theme by Gustavo Santaolalla soon after it was released. In fact, when I completed the project it was featured here on Hazzard Ahead before we had the radio feature. A few days ago the track came on in my car and as usual the clips from the film conjured images in my head and it struck me that I should whip up a video to go along with. So I did. And here it is.

Monday, November 3rd 2008

Vicky

Posted by Boy Wonder

During the nineties Buddy Cole was my hero. In many ways he still is. Buddy embodied the urban queer in a way few others dared and I longed to be just like him. There were twenty one Buddy sketches on The Kids In The Hall and this one is my absolute favorite. Quotes from this sketch adorned my voicemail recordings for years. God bless the uploader of this You Tube video for compiling all of the sketches in order. I highly recommend you partake of his playlists immediately! By the way, doesn’t that look like James Collins in the background?

Wednesday, July 9th 2008

Yazoo Woo Hoo!

Posted by Boy Wonder

Last week I stumbled across a rather catchy remix of Nobody’s Diary by Yazoo on my musical travels. The hook of the song was criminally missing, but as soon as the vocal kicked in I was reminded just how dear that song used to be to me. This led to a bit of a revival of Yazoo hits for me and yesterday a friend I met very recently called to inform me that he had an extra ticket to the Yazoo show at the Orpheum Theatre downtown. Coincidence? Who cares?! Cut to me ditching work early on a production day so I could see two people perform that recorded their last album in separate rooms so they didn’t have to see each other.

The Orpheum Theatre Los Angeles

When you only have two albums under your belt a ninety minute concert pretty much guarantees play of your entire catalog; especially when it runs to two hours. There were several moments when I literally did not know what to do with myself. I couldn’t scream loud enough or dance hard enough to justify the experience of hearing this music performed live after twenty years of unabashed worship on dancefloors the world over. This was the ideal concert experience for me. There were no tourists. Every person there sang along and acted as though they were holding court in their private shrine at home. It was terrific.

Afterward I visited a few fan sites and found samples of the remixes that were whipped up to commemorate this reunion tour. For your listening pleasure I clumsily assembled the clip below that features the original version of Nobody’s Diary mixed into the new Koishii & Hush Remix that finally elevates this song to the anthem status it so richly deserves. Enjoy!

[audio:http://hazzardahead.com/media/20080708.mp3]

Thursday, February 14th 2008

Valentine, Get Bent

Posted by Boy Wonder

The other day I asked Johnny if he wanted to do a joint entry on Valentine’s Day. He liked the idea so I asked him for his opinion of the holiday. He wasn’t very forthcoming and I finally worked it out that he has no opinion because he’s never been involved with anyone who merited a holiday (during this particular time of year). Since he was neither bitter nor resentful I sent him on his way so I could take care of the task myself.

In the past I have not been shy about my disdain for certain holidays. Yes, the commercialism is vulgar and no, there’s really no believable connection between St Valentine and love and/or romance, but that isn’t what pisses me off most about this and other greeting card holidays. The really offensive bit for me is the obligation associated with these days.

Which of the following is more appealing to you?

  1. Hi, I found this really fantastic book at an old store downtown and figured it was just the thing for you!
  2. Hi, Here’s a box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day. Oh, I see you already have seven…

That’s the beauty of anniversaries and birthdays – they belong to you! The obligation for a gift, mention or phone call is entirely based on the recipient instead of a national commercial campaign. Cupid has a bow and arrow, but that isn’t good enough for advertisers. They’ve got the full-on forward offense with rapid fire machine guns and carpet bombing. You don’t stand a chance.

And if that wasn’t enough, this giant revenue engine is engineered to make people feel inadequate if they aren’t coupled with someone. Desperate citizens update their online profiles and tear through old date books to avoid being caught “alone” on VD. Husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends all scurry to get something for their significants and curse the holiday for falling on the eve of payday. Hearts are cello-taped to every surface, romantic music is piped into every public space and there isn’t a mylar balloon to be found for love or money in any of the shops. It’s madness I tell you!

Well, I feel much better now. Not that I wasn’t fine before – in fact, I almost forgot about VD this year. Sometimes I just like a good rant – especially when it’s about the monumental stupidity of our vapid culture.

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