Who Knew There Were So Many Artists In LA?

Friday, May 16 - Los Angeles, California
We head to Sunu Gonera’s home in Santa Monica. He’s our first interview (though we’re still kartless making us slightly less cool and legitimate). The director of Pride starring Terrence Howard, Sunu tells us about the differences in South African art and American art sitting against the backdrop of black and white photos of black and white hands clasped.

We interview Kelly and Kamille Rudisill, sisters in the band Karmina. They play for us. “The Kiss.” (Inspired by Gustav Klimt’s painting of the same name). I climb the ladder to get an overhead shot. The lyrics to the song are drawn onto the steps of the ladder. Their sound is light and even breathtaking at times. Though young (they’re both 25 years old), they have a sense of what music should be and performance is clearly their strength. They sing with love and bravery.

On the way to Muscle Beach, paintings on the side of a building. Faces with distinctly emotive eyes.

No iconic body builders at the beach, but plenty of street performers, handball players, a metal-detecting scavenger on the edge of the water, a clown of sorts.

David Holstein, co-writer of Showtime’s half-hour series Weeds shows us around the set. I’m calm standing next to Mary-Louise Parker (film: Fried Green Tomatoes, Angels in America; theater: Proof, How I Learned to Drive) though I shouldn’t be. She’s a hero of mine, and she’s toying with head writer and Pulitzer Prize-nominated playwright Rolin Jones.

Dave Yaden is a pianist, composer, and singer. His home in Sherman Oaks is a makeshift studio. He records tracks in the bathroom and drinks scotch.

A fine dinner of linguini with clams and chicken marsala at Fabrocini’s on Bevery Glen in Los Angeles. On the house. Day 1: complete.

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