I'll have to go out and find which of the sixty unpacked boxes has the LPs.
I'm back, and she of the Evil Eye has left the home environment. On my travels I visited Larry Edmunds in Hollywood. I have never liked their new store and it's just a sad thing to walk in there and see 0 customers. Their old store (the original Larry Edmunds), just a block to the west, was one of the great bookstores - all cinema and theater books, and in those halcyon days you could walk in there and see the likes of Francois Truffaut (saw him twice), and many other well-known director/writer types, as well as the creme de la creme of film historians, who would all hang out there regularly. I walked down the boulevard to kill time, and it's criminal what it's been allowed to become. Even in the mid-sixties it was starting to go down that route, but somehow all through the seventies there were still wonderful stores spread from Higland to Vine. Now it's basically crap - tattoo parlors, souvenir shops of the sleazy kind, t-shirt shops, lousy fast food stands - blechhh. I keep hoping some wealthy conglomerate will fix up Highland to Vine in the way they have La Brea to Highland. It would be so wonderful to have that miracle mile or so walkable and fun.
In other distressing news, the ice cream emporium that housed C. C. Brown's redux has already folded its tent. They were in business a total of three weeks. Shame on them for even thinking they could run a business without sufficient capital to last until the official opening of the complex. Stupid.