Last night was one of those unique “Downtown LA” evenings. Sometimes I feel like I live in a supercollider, where molecules of different types are smashed into one another in order to better understand their makeup. They were filming Spiderman 3 in front of my building last night. When I say “they,” I am referring to about 150 cast and crew members, along with four huge cranes, hundreds of “props,” and enough lights to illuminate a small planetery moon. This of course was occurring on Main Street, one block away from skid row where the homeless were bedding down in their cardboard shelters for the night. Many residents in my building were paid a monetary stipend for the inconvenience of the shoot. I wonder if anyone thought to pay the street dwellers for their inconvenience.
Anyway, the night brought with it the usual personal melancholy, and I needed to get around some people, so I decided to go out the front of my building and survey the happenings. Television/Film shoots of this size happen frequently in my neighborhood due to the unique architecture of the buildings. The shoots tend become neighborhood gatherings, as everyone comes out to see the “machine” in action. I confess I did not find much amusement from watching the film shoot (I’ll wait for the DVD.), but did appreciate seeing familiar faces from the neighborhood, many of whom I have known for three years now. There is comfort in community.
After waiting around on the street for about forty minutes to hear someone say “action,” and then seeing a guy wearing red spandex attached to two steel cables flung into a taxi cab, I decided to go to one of my new favorite spots in the neighborhood, the “Lost Souls Cafe” (http://lostsouls.com), located at the end of an alley off of fourth street.
The cafe has nice atmosphere, and potential to be a great meeting place for creative community. I am really into the mission of the cafe, and it has just the right kind of feeling. I’ve been looking for a new local venue to do low key improv performances, so maybe one of these nights I’ll bring my bass instead of my book…that is if the set police let me cross through the next film shoot.
Drew Schnurr