Author Archives: Jon Sidel

Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

Holiday / Oh what a lovely day today / I’m so glad they sent me away / To have a little / holiday today, holiday / Holiday / And I’m just standing on the end of a pier / Hoping and dreaming you were here / To share my little holiday

Dear dad…being a dad is a trip. I think about “it” and therefore you much of the time—how our lives and kids happen and unfold. God only knows, but there is magic to it for sure.

Yesterday a friend and I were chatting about this new Clarence Avant documentary, The Black Godfather, and how, as a kid, his dad used to take him to sit in Al Glaser’s box at Yankee Stadium. It took me back to one of my earliest childhood memories—my old man taking me to see Mickey Mantle at Yanks. Yeah man, only magic a dad can make.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

No more pencils no more books / No more teacher’s dirty looks yeah / Well we got no class / And we got no principals / And we got no innocence / We can’t even think of a word that rhymes / School’s out for summer / School’s out forever

Vs.

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind / Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time / Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial / For what it’s worth it was worth all the while / It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right / I hope you had the time of your life

Ka-boom! Today is the last day of school! My kid graduated elementary school—that’s 5th grade. Here in California, public school is a big deal. Next year is middle school—big campus, big kids, and it’s gonna mean big ideas and big changes.

Back to the magic of the last day of school, the “DNA” of which has never left me. Arriving home, the changing of my uniform (yes, I wore a jacket and tie), and right to my stereo and bong. Blasting Alice Cooper’s “School’s Out” today is a tradition I truly enjoy. The guitar riffs transport me to the days of my sister’s 8 track quad stereo.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

See the dwarfs an’ see the giants / Which one would you choose to be? / And if you can’t get that together / Here’s the answer, here’s the key / You can freeze like thirty century man / Like a thirty century man / I’ll save my breath and take it with me / Till a hundred years and so / Shame you won’t be there to see me / Shaking hands with Charles de Gaulle / Play it cool an’ Saran wrap all you can / Be a thirty century man / You can freeze like a thirty century man / Like a thirty century man

I’m your man, man! Funny, my daughter sent me a photo saying she thought she was looking more and more like me? Fuckkkk that’s scary thought but it’s true…I am her man.

And yeah man, there’s a whole lotta wax and song about being a man, the man, your man, or “THE man.”

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

You gonna look fine / Be primed for dancing / You’re gonna trip and glide / All on the trembling plane / Your diamond hands / Will be stacked with roses / And wind and cars / And people of the past

The weather has been moody in LA this week. We’re used to a bit of Spring gloom (aka morning fog) but fast moving clouds, spring showers and cold? In May? Strange days indeed. I am happy to report that today is a glorious morning in the canyon. Crisp, clear, and quiet and although summer is not exactly in the “air,” we’re gonna act “as if” for this holiday weekend.

There is nothing like Californians on a three day weekend. We all have cars and plan to be on the go. Whether it’s surfing, BMX biking, fishing, hiking, hot air ballooning, ballroom dancing, or a renaissance fair—whatever—many us will pack the car head out and leave the changes of 2019 behind this weekend.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

You ride on the swing / In and out of the bars / Capturing moments of life in a jar / Playing with children / Acting as stars / Guiding your visions to heaven / And heaven is in your mind / Take extra care not to lose what you feel / The apple you’re eating is simple and real / So water the flowers that grow at you heel / Guiding your visions to heaven / And heaven is in your mind

Some pretty cool lyrics to be had about heaven.

Heaven is a truck / It got stuck / On the breeze / Asked the driver nicely / I need a lift? / I need release / The sand in the boats / On the rose covered floats / She is the queen of  / A canceled Pasadena thrill / (California) / I know arks can’t fly / I know the sharks / They don’t have wings / But lady you need some cold advice / About a few things / Loosen my dress / Tie me up just like all the rest / She is the queen of / A canceled Pasadena, thrill / (California)

Some call them “bits,” I’ll call ’em crumbs. It feels like I’ve been living off crumbs of late, but surely whoever is reading this should know we’ve got heaven’s crumbs up here in the LA canyons. You know, lil’ bits of life that make it all worthwhile. Sometimes you gotta search hard for them. I sometimes find them in a smile. Like the grin Steph Curry gave to his baby brother Seth in last night’s Warriors play-off game.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

When I was young, my mama used to say, boy / A woman’s like a flower with love on her you shower / Ever since that day, her words never went away / I always will remember to treat my baby tender

I guess my quote means that lessons from mom stick with ya?

I’ve spent many Thursday nights in my garage creating The Idelic Hour. I’ve often wonder why I sit, listen deeply and explore song. It’s only for a few hours, but songs open my heart and spirit. There, at that moment, all that is good, cool and groovy may enter.

Sometimes grabbing a muse for my playlists can spark a little journey of sorts. I hate to be predictable about it, but at the same time the “routine” gives me comfort. Fuck man, in a world that seems to spin faster and faster every week—bring it!

(By the way, did you get a chance to peek the new HBO mini series Chernobyl? Ugh! It’s great but intense.)

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

We are the Sherlock Holmes English-speaking Vernacular / God save Fu Manchu, Moriarty and Dracula / We are the Office Block Persecution Affinity / God save little shops, china cups, and virginity / We are the Skyscraper Condemnation Affiliates / God save Tudor houses, antique tables, and billiards

Preserving the old ways from being abused / Protecting the new ways, for me and for you / What more can we do?

It’s been two weeks since my last Idelic Hour episode. It doesn’t really seem that long ago, but the world is spinning so fucking fast. I feel like so much has happened, but maybe nothing has happened at all?

Can you tell what’s going down? Between Muller and my 24 year daughter, maybe there’s an answer? There is a ridiculousness to the social norms that I can only smile about. At the very moment I am determined to move into May with a blast.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

Oh I am a lonely painter / I live in a box of paints / I’m frightened by the devil / And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid / I remember that time that you told me, you said / “Love is touching souls” / Surely you touched mine ’cause / Part of you pours out of me / In these lines from time to time

Just the other day a number of female writers at NPR posted a list of “the greatest albums made by women between 1964 and the present.” They said it’s to be an “intervention, a remedy, a correction of the historical record and hopefully…”

…the start of a new conversation? Well, hey ladies! Let’s get our playlist on!

Although some of the selections are obviously political—therefore “whack”—everyone loves a playlist in the summer 2017. Even if it puts Beyonce up there with Joni and Aretha…no stress. A playlist is a playlist and the women at NPR have been on the same wavelength with me this week. Turns out, I have been digging through steamy crates selecting some of my favorite heroines on wax for this week’s Idelic Hour “All Girls” playlist.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

I’m just a lonesome l.a. cowboy / Hangin’ out, hangin’ on / To your window ledge, callin’ your name / From midnight until dawn / I been smokin’ dope, snortin’ coke / Tryin’ to write a song / Forgettin’ everything I know / ‘Til the next line comes along / Forgettin’ everything I know / ‘Til the next line comes along

For me as a parent of two kids, there comes a time when your “lil one” starts their journey toward his or her own musical taste. Most of us “rocker dads” try to steer the kiddies clear of music that makes us nutz, but…good luck on that.

From my experience, I feel comfortable saying that most kids leave pop music by 12 years old. My Jonah recently spilt pop for hip hop at age 10. Although hip hop radio is very repetitive, we’re happy to be leaving the pop world for hip hop, and to be honest there have been quite a few hip hop charms of late.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

Well I stumbled in the darkness / I’m lost and alone / Though I said I’d go before us / And show the way back home / There a light up ahead / I can’t hold onto her arm / Forgive me pretty baby but I always take the long way home

Money’s just something you throw / Off the back of a train / Got a head full of lightning / A hat full of rain / And I know that I said / I’d never do it again / And I love you pretty baby but I always take the long way home

Let’s all just thank our lucky stars. And why the fuck not? Spring is here and although flat tires, rip offs, and car crashes may occur, it’s a long road.

So hold on to you friends and family say a prayer and when you need inspiration…

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

Who is “in” / Who is “out” / Who is “in” / Who is “out” / Up to nine, it’s OK, you’re “in” / After that, you’re KO, you’re “out” / It’s the same for boxing  / Movies, fashion and cash box

Time’s still flying as we hit full stride in March madness. Fools might come out of the closet next week as April showers wash away this Mercury in retrograde. All in all, we keep the nose to the grindstone.

Yesterday I pulled a few hours from my day to volunteer at the local middle school. I lectured three film classes on listening to music, and ate my lunch on a bench in the midst of hundreds of 13 and 14 year old kids—none of whom knew me or any of the songs on this week’s Idelic playlist.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

Wow, this week really flew by. Life and “stuff” are coming and going, seemingly at the speed of light. April showers and the taxman have replaced butterflies and sunshine.

Hopefully the sun will shine and butterflies will flutter back through the canyon. In the meantime, it’s madness. March Madness! To be honest, it’s hard enough to come up with time to dig into a couple of crates of records let alone predict who is gonna win in the first round of the NCAAs.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

There is a happy land where only children live / They don’t have the time to learn the ways / Of you sir, Mr. Grownup / There’s a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the leaves / It’s a secret place and adults aren’t allowed there, Mr. Grownup / Go away, sir

Yes, there is a “happy place” somewhere around here. From gloom to “super bloom!”

On Wednesday the sun finally came out. I could almost feel the plants and flowers in our canyon pushing toward the sky as if to say, “Hello sun…please stay for a bit!”

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

I was a fool before I met you / Only fools find it hard to believe / You just might be my only savior / If you are, then come and save me / If that’s true, come back and save me / You take me back there / Take me back home, please / No, I can’t go in there / Just take me back home, home

Greetings from LA. It’s incredible to believe winter might actually be giving way to spring soon.

No one around these canyons can remember rain and cold like the winter of 2019. Daylight savings time tomorrow is bringing our house rays of hope, so with that in mind we’re going to celebrate saving our own fucking souls.

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Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

I’m gonna make a mistake / I’m gonna do it on purpose / I’m gonna waste my time / Cuz I’m full as a tick / And I’m scratching at the surface / And what I find is mine / And when the day is done, and I look back / And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around / All the advice I shunned, and I ran / Where they told me not to run, but I sure / Had fun, so / I’m gonna fuck it up again / I’m gonna do another detour / Unpave my path / And if you wanna make sense / Whatcha looking at me for / I’m no good at math

We all make mistakes. This said, when I hear the name Pricewaterhouse, “fuck ups” don’t come to mind. Aren’t they paid specifically to NOT to fuck up? Recently, I thought we’d seen everything… guess again.

As they say behind Donald’s wall, “Oscar no bueno.”

It’s unlikely anyone can shed a warm light on last weekend’s Oscar debacle. All said and done, I must admit the idea of a “mistake” or “mistaken identity” has a Shakespearean tragic twist…

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