CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
November 1, 2009 |
Even after the costumes are worn, the candy collected and the ghoulish jack-o'-lantern has turned back into a pumpkin, Halloween doesn't have to be over -- if you are willing to be entertained by a good ghost story. Almost anywhere you look in Southern California, it seems, from private houses to public places, tales abound about the shades of the living walking among us. The spirits are benign for the most part, said Laurie Jacobson, a TV producer, historian and writer who specializes in the haunted side of Hollywood.
August 27, 2009 |
They came from New York, the Midwest, the Southern states, a great exodus of young comics traveling west in search of a few minutes with Johnny Carson. That's all it took to begin the migration: In 1972, "The Tonight Show" moved from New York to Burbank, and stand-up comedy's center of gravity went with it. A shot with Carson could make a comic's career and lead to lucrative stand-up gigs, comedy albums and film roles. So they came to town by the hundreds, ambitious and penniless.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
January 30, 1995 |
1. PLUM CANYON Saugus Plum Canyon, a long, narrow rock crevice in Saugus that runs from Vasquez Canyon to Bouquet Canyon Road, is reportedly where a small contingent of Spanish soldiers were ambushed and slain in 1821 by Native Americans during the war between Spain and Mexico. Repeated stories of Spanish ghosts and strange happenings in the canyon keep the tale alive. Since the mid-19th Century, in a spot a little to the west, between Bouquet and Mint canyons, the quiet, unassuming ghost of a Spanish woman in a light satin dress and blue shawl has reportedly been spotted floating along the path.
December 17, 2009
Twitterheads and boozehounds join forces for an extra-special excursion down the Sunset Strip at " Strip for the Holidays ," with seasonally themed stops at the Standard, the Comedy Store, the Viper Room and the Roxy. If you have any holiday shopping to do at the Hustler Store, that's an option too. The Standard, 8300 Sunset Blvd., West Hollywood. 6:30 p.m.-12:30 a.m. Fri. Free. Info on Twitter at @standardhwood.
June 29, 2003
Mitzi Shore presided over the huge success of her Comedy Store empire and her success ignited the growth of the comedy club industry; but the Comedy Store was not the creation of Mitzi Shore. It was her husband's vision -- comedian Sammy Shore's energy, talents and contacts -- that gave "the Store" life. Sammy Shore had long dreamed of a Westside comedians' hangout, where working comics could informally work out material in front of live audiences. I had been his publicist during the years he and other local comics wrangled for stage time at the Horn in Santa Monica, then the area's fabled "discovery place" for musical talent.
March 20, 1985 |
The teachers were women comics, like Monica Piper, who listed on her resume (under "training"): "brought coffee to Merv Griffin once, the way he likes it." There was Lotus Weinstock, a veteran of both the Griffin and the Tonight shows, who issued comedic commandments such as "Thou shalt not try material on thy friends and pretend it's conversation." And there was Carrie Snow, a woman of substantial dimensions and wearing a large pink bow.
November 3, 2002
What's the big deal about script doctors, many of whom gain acclaim by changing but one or two scenes? Hello! Since the advent of talking pictures, the creative input of these individuals was properly acknowledged in screen credits as "additional dialogue by _____." As a West Hollywood resident who lives near the Comedy Store, the Laugh Factory and the Improv, I believe I make a more significant and valuable contribution by running a hospice for terminally ill jokes. Sid Skolnik West Hollywood American film studios are practicing institutionalized, unilateral censorship on writers.
December 26, 1992
I agree with Rick VanderKnyff's observations on the sorry state of the local comedy club scene ("Stand-Up Downfall?" Calendar, Dec. 16). In the 1970s, I'd pay a $1 cover at the Comedy Store to see and hear the likes of David Letterman and Gabriel Kaplan, or an impromptu monologue by Richard Pryor. Fast-forward to 1992 in Orange County. Now I'm forced to pay $10 for three no-name no-talents. One evening last month, the price was $15 to see a ventriloquist I had never heard of. Without regret, I didn't waste my money.