The Magic Work of Love

 

I’ve been reading ... Everybody Thought We Were Crazy ... and am obsessed with Brooke Hayward and Dennis Hopper  … Mr. and Mrs Zelig of wild busting out endless summer 60s LA - the blaring bright time and place to be … they bought the first soup cans and were effortlessly charming & smart & curious & fine & lucky ... acting work just came to them and a lot of the time they blew it off or didn’t care much about the corny storybook industry when making their own new fun was way more fun … they knew everybody and everybody thought they were crazy raising three kids with tons of Black Panthers sleeping bags all over their famous party home. Every Life magazine cover in that craziest decade … they were there, saw it, did it, knew them, met them, fed and danced and kissed them … a blurring blasting swirl of music, art, drugs, beach, old Hollywood - easy vivid color and sound and didn’t stay around how could it - that churning bigger more&more velocity racing to explosion so soon too soon gone in flash glory.