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Land of Pancakes: Walking Miracle Mile and More
Recognizing that I have neglected exercising of late, and feeling a sense of relief at having acted to resolve a conflict, I left my studio and sojourned out for an extemporaneous walking tour, passing by the giant suspended boulder at LACMA, past the burial grounds of prehistoric wildlife at La Brea Tar Pits, and heading east along the irresistibly sun-soaked pavements of historic Wilshire Boulevard through the district named Miracle Mile. In the back of my mind, there was the thought that I might eventually end up at a famed local restaurant to sample the renowned pancakes they are reputed to have, having skipped breakfast so far today.
After walking for a healthy stretch on Wilshire, pausing to whet my appetite by perusing the menus of cafes along the way, I turned north on Highland, and then back west along side streets towards The Grove and Farmer's Market where the alluded to dining establishment beckoned. For those currently warming by heaters and fireplaces and such, I hope you don't mind me mentioning that I was wearing a T-shirt, gym shorts, and Hawaiian sandals, appropriate for the bright and balmy afternoon.
And then, there it was, a park I had intended to explore for the first time, just east of The Grove. Following along paths, and across green lawns and a baseball diamond, I stopped to admire the skill of some amateurs playing basketball with remarkable intensity. Beyond the court, I spied a sloping concrete structure, and to my amazement, there I was, as if flashed, in an outdoor permanent exhibition area of a museum dedicated to the Holocaust that I had never even heard of before (Los Angeles Museum of the Holocaust), being prompted to write some related thought on a piece of paper, then placing the tiny document into one of over a million small holes depicting children who had been slaughtered. The holes were drilled into stones affixed to surrounding, towering walls, with the size of each hole calibrated to the precise age each child perished. Among traumatic torrents of unforgettable images and words inside the museum was a record of how Jewish children were arrested in schools.
How fortunate I thought, that like Stanley Gayetzsky, my grandparents escaped from Russia, and managed to arrive here. Gayetzsky, better known as Stan Getz, had a sound that did not seem to be human, if one was fortunate enough to hear him in a live, intimate setting. Like many of us, he was also flawed as a human being, but he did contribute a great deal of beauty to the world, and perhaps that is the noblest aim of all music, as Lee Konitz once told me while discussing the music of his friend and colleague, Miles Davis, who had passed away recently.
And yes, the pancakes were remarkable. No doubt, Bird, would have loved them too, given myriad surviving anecdotes noting his gargantuan culinary appetites, and the legendary alto saxophonist may even have done so while performing in the City of Angels, the restaurant having opened in the thirties. Igor Stravinsky and Arnold Schoenberg? They were both known to frequent the Farmer's Market, being residents of Los Angeles, and also having fled France and Germany, respectively. Who knows, maybe they enjoyed the pancakes (hotcakes) too on one or more occasions. A mischievous thought comes to mind of Schoenberg the dodecaphonist requiring twelve different flavored syrups to be poured in strict sequential form to his pancakes while eating.
- Michael Robinson, February 2015, Los Angeles
Postscript: Less than a week after writing this essay, while handling a copy of my most recent composition, The Spirit Pool, released last December, I noted how the cover art consists of innumerable minute circle-like shapes. Previously, I had viewed the cover art, which is actual handmade paper from Japan, as an overall pattern.
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Michael Robinson is a Los Angeles-based composer and writer.