Friday, January 27, 2006

5751 Tuxedo Terrace To-day

I don’t get the Hollywood Hills. It’s cramped, there’s nowhere to park, and every time you run out of liquor it’s twenty arduous minutes to the store. But I suppose that’s the price you pay for privacy.

Looks private enough—

—and it is an impressive three-story structure…

…but that sixteen narcos would wind there way up there to bust some tea-blowing agony piper, that puts me off the Hills for good.

1 comment:

Pierre said...

This is actually a really cool place. The view off the living room overlooks the Hollywood sign. The parking situation is crazy but I have many wonderful memories of this place. I was born here and lived here for the first 5 years of my life until my Dad's recording company had financial difficulties (bankrupt), and my Grandmother moved here from Texas took over the house, and moved in. There were many all night jam sessions with many Jazz greats from the era. The "incident" occurred in 1947 I believe, but the house was in our family until the early '80s. I was born in 1951. What in the heck is a tea-blowing agony piper? My pop was a well respected Jazz Bassist with a Master's degree in Music Composition.