El Lay

My rant about “Silver Lake” and a subsequent conversation with Nicholas reminded me of some old struggles over how to pronounce “Los Angeles.” A series of fights that involved rival car dealers and a separate fight between the Los Angeles Times and the east coast.

Back in the 1920s, the Los Angeles Times promoted the Spanish “Loce Ahng-hail-ais” pronunciation, even printing the Spanish phonetic pronounciation below the editorial page masthead. The popular pronunciation was the anglicized “Loss An-je-les,” and when the U.S. Geographic Board officially recognized that pronunciation in 1934, the Times was outraged, complaining that the pronunciation made the city “sound like some brand of fruit preserve” and intimated that Easterners were plotting to remove Spanish pronunciations all along the west coast and that “Sandy Ego,” “San Joce,” and “San Jokkin” were next.

Meanwhile, the rivalry between Packard dealer and NBC broadcast station magnet Earle Anthony and Cadillac dealer and CBS broadcast station magnet Don Lee spilled over into pronunciation. The NBC stations (KFI and KECA) used the common “Loss An-je-les” pronunciation, however Don Lee insisted on a hard-G pronunciation for KHJ announcers: “Los ANG-less.” Lee died of a heart attack in the 1930s, but the hard-G pronunciation continued to be used through the late 1940s.

You can sort-of hear the early KHJ pronunciation in the 1931 aircheck file at the top of this page.

2011-07-15 update: The LA Times looks back at the different pronunciations.

Putting the Silver in Silver Lake

Los Angeles City Nerd throws down the authority on the proper name for Silver Lake. Folks, it’s TWO WORDS, not one word. May the ghost of Herman Silver smite you otherwise.

People who contract it into one word are clearly newbie hipster gentrifiers who are not to be trusted. As a geography snob, misuses like this are a completely irrational hot button issue with me.

Still unsolved (so far) is the name origin for Silver Dry Lake – the basin just northeast of Baker. I suspect that it’s related to the long defunct Silver King mine, but during the era (1900 – 1940) when the Tonopah & Tidewater Railroad was operating there was a small town on the line called Silver Lake. Only a few foundations and a cemetery are left, but on older road maps you still might see a “Silver Lake” listed there.

Dead Car - Silver Dry LakeI had no idea that folks had found meteorites at the desert Silver Lake. Best I was ever able to do was this wreckage of an indeterminate-looking car embedded in the playa.

Things I Like – “I Skipped February & March” April 2006 doubleplusgood edition

1. The online collection of the journal Design from 1965 through 1974.

2. Ansel Adams’ photos of Los Angeles.

In any case I was running a search in the Los Angeles Public Library’s immense online collection of photographs when something in a record caught my eye, the name “Ansel Adams.” The image attached to this record was of a parking lot with a cars jumbled together around a prominent No Parking sign. I don’t normally associate Ansel Adams with ironic snapshots of parking lots or small format urban photography at all. Like you, a photograph by Adams means the classic evocation of the great American wilderness. It never crossed my mind that he had photographed any of the cities of men, much less Los Angeles. But there it was. Maybe, I thought, there were more.

See the Flickr set for these.

3. The Day Britain Stopped. Another in a series of BBC’s “documentary futures” programs, this one covering the domino effects generated by an overloaded and overworked transportation network.

4. Igor Oleynikov’s blog. I’ve hit link fatigue with many of the illustration blogs lately – too much similar work that’s all above-average, but Olejnikov’s work continually gives my retinas a much-needed recalibration.

5. Nils Olav. A King Penguin who lives in the Edinburgh Zoo, Scotland, Nils was recently promoted to Colonel-in-Chief of the Norwegian Royal Guards.

Disneyland In Los Angeles

A couple of weekends ago I went on Charles Phoenix’s “Disneyland Tour of Downtown.” Oddly enough, with all this food and LA history obsessions I have I’ve never been in Clifton’s Cafeteria before. I’m not sure if my eyes survived all the retinal damage.

The Bob Baker Marionette Theater was a complete riot. I seem to recall that Baker was a semi-regular feature on Hobo Kelly’s KCOP television show in the early 1970s, but I can’t quite recall for sure.

Chinatown crittersAll you can eat - 64 cents!Victor Clothing Co. muralBob Baker onion puppetsDowntown at sundownDowntown LA fountainUnion Station Harvey House Restaurant

See the complete Flickr set.

The LA Times was along on the tour too.

Cable Airport cafe

Welcome to Cable AirportThe tour of airport cafes continues…

I actually have a past with the Cable Airport cafe. I went to a private high school in Claremont in the very early 80s and when I could get off campus on the weekends, I’d spend the day on my bike and make my usual rounds to one or more of the following: a video arcade – Two-Bit Arcade on Foothill Blvd. and the Montclair Plaza arcade (before it became a Sega Center), a used book store (Adobe Used Books on the corner of Garey and Foothill), Rhino Records in the Claremont Village (the only place to buy records!), the Blue Dragon game shop in Ontario, and the Claremont Computer Center – pretty much the only place in town that had Apple II software and didn’t complain if you hung around talking about the particulars of

Somewhere in the middle of all that I’d stop for lunch somewhere and if I was biking east towards Montclair Plaza or Ontario I’d stop for a burger at the Cable Airport cafe in Upland. Pretty much your straight-up honest diner burger but as with any airport cafe the taste is substantially improved by the buzz of light plane traffic and the other customers gabbing about airplanes.

I hadn’t been back to Cable Airport since then and not surprising at all, it hasn’t changed much at all. Cable Airport is still privately-owned and the cafe, now called Maniac Mike’s, still makes terrific diner food. I opted for the “Cropduster Breakfast” with french toast, bacon, and eggs and a cheerfully infinite cup of coffee. Maybe I just had that look of “you need more coffee” or something. Completely unpretentious, terrific and the real deal. Now I just need to find a set of vintage dishes like what they have.

Breakfast at Cable Airport Caution! Moving Aircraft Cable Airport terminal Cable Airport planes

AirNav on KCCB. Previous blog entries for El Monte Airport, Long Beach Airport, Fullerton Airport, and Hawthorne Airport.

Survival Research Labs goes fishing

Flamethrower again I can trace it to one specific point in space-time: 1984 at the old Music Machine on Pico Blvd. while waiting for Social Distortion to go on. In between sets the club dropped a screen down from the ceiling and ran videos on it. Most of the videos were limited to things like Target Video’s California punk compiliations or abstract Bauhaus performances, but there was one short clip that stood out – someone or something called Survival Research Laboratories that had outfitted go-karts with flamethrowers and gone nutzo with them in some post-industrial parking lot. One part The Road Warrior, one part Art, and stir carefully with a strong helping of old-fashioned “You Can Have Fun Faster And Better When Fire Is Involved.”

It all made sense several years later when I picked up RE/Search’s Pranks! book and got to meet Mark Pauline in person at the release party at the old Amok Books in Silverlake. I’d seen a couple more full-length recordings of the performances which by then had scaled way beyond weapons-grade mayhem to some sort of higher-level perversity. Maybe it was sonic cannon that shot a ring of compressed air that could break glass.

Twenty-two years after seeing flamethrower go kart video, I still hadn’t ever seen a SRL show. Usually I didn’t hear about it until the show was over (or more likely cancelled prematurely by Authorities) but there have been some close calls – the biggest disappointment being the cancellation of the big 2004 show in Las Vegas which you think would be perfect for both involved, but apparently not for the LVFD.

So when I heard that SRL has planned another Los Angeles show (entitled “The Fish Boy’s Dream”) was planned (this one coinciding with the exhibition/fund-raiser at Fringe Exhibitions) I simply assumed that it would be shut down a few microseconds after the noise violated some sort of local arms-control treaty. Surprisingly that wasn’t the case, if LA police and fire were there, they were invisible, especially as the whole proceedings, audience, robots, flames and all were stuff into a Chinatown parking lot.

Tallying up the carnage, we had:

  • A giant half-metal tower Fisherlizard of Prometheus who wielded fire and power-speared the hell out of a drum of fish.
  • A couple of hapless “Sneaky Soldier” robots, forever crawling forward towards fiery Doom.
  • A fork-lift mounted BFF (Big Fucking Flamethrower) – the chief foe of the Fisherlizard. I noticed that the fork-lift was a rental. I wonder if the rental company ever wonders what their equipment gets used for.
  • A clawed walkerbot. It walks! It claws!
  • A truly evil hovercraft propelled by four “sonic horns” (for lack of a better description). Early in the performance it worked it’s way over close to the main audience and then cut loose on them with a full blast of sound. Ever see a shock wave work its way through people? Towards the end of the action, the hovercraft celebrated its victory over civilization by catching on fire.
  • A drum which exploded several dozen voodoo dolls up in the air.
  • A wheeled bot (which, if anything reminded me of an antique steamroller) which seemed to have some control difficulty. Early casualty of war I suppose.

In short… Ummmm goddamn, now I understand what all the fun is about! Anyway, here’s the obligatory Flickr photo set with more commentary.

A nice synchronistic touch was noticing that the license plate on the dead Impala in the parking lot began with “RUR.” I wonder what Capek would have made of all this?

Aero Market

There are two different kinds of bar-be-que in the world. I’m not talking about regional differences, dry rub versus vinegar, or ribs versus chop, but gourmet versus gritty – the difference between a champion bar-be-que that’s been worked over with hickory and a couple dozen spice combos and something that was grilled over an old split drum split in a parking lot. Both are terrific but think of it this way, sometimes you want a cappuccino and other times you just want a cup of joe.

There used to be an auto parts store on Victory Blvd. in Burbank that had terrific bar-be-que. No joke, you would walk in and in between the stacks of part manuals and engine innards was a bar-be-que menu. The guy at the counter took your order for piston rings or tri tip and then disappeared out the back door, returning with some fantastic bar-be-que. Couple weeks ago I was driving on Victory Blvd. and got to thinking about bar-be-que again and immediately see a “Special BBQ Beef” sandwich board on the sidewalk in front of a liquor store and a grill in the side parking lot. So what the hell?

Ummm… Wow! I got the bar-be-que tri tip sandwich and it was just outstanding – just enough sauce without overpowering and some great bread that stands up to the meat.

Aero MarketAero Market BBQ

Who knew that anonymous liquor store I’ve been driving past hid such great food? I was enjoying my sandwich too much to check out the decorations of old airplane parts and vintage photos of Valley aviation. Anyway, I dug around a bit and it turns out the Aero Market has been around since 1947 when Grand Central Airport, Los Angeles Airport, and the Lockheed plant were all active.

Aero Market
1609 Victory Blvd., Glendale (just north of the 134 freeway and Riverside Dr.)