I don't know what to tell you. The California elite do not know how to deal with California culture, period. They can't handle Steinbeck or London, much less David Park and Rico Lebrun not to mention Nathael West. The differences between Ed Kienholtz, Ed Irwin, or Ed Ruscha are supposed to be great. Stylistical yes, by person and sensibility no. We read New York shit all day long. Fuck New York.
The LACMA is the premire forum and yet they persist in this dual non-commital world. They will do a retropsective of Richard Diebenkorn, and yet igonre Nathan Olivera. So I give up. LA against the human.
What can I say? The assholes who run the city got rid of the most historicallly significant influences of all time, Weimar. Brecht, Mann, Adorno, Berg, ... von Stroheim... We get MGM bible stories instead? Or polyviolent pornography as realism? Fuck you.
Does this sound familiar? Doll arms and garage machanismo? It sounds very familiar and yet it seems like legend. Truth. I can't remember all the days...
Chuck