Normal Service Is Resumed.
Sorry to disappoint those that thought maybe I'd been assassinated or run over by a bus.
I've actually been in Los Angeles for a few days, visiting Disneyland (something I swore I'd never do), and attending a dedication ceremony at the site of the Beach Boys family home, or rather the site where it was, before it was bulldozed to make way for a new interstate highway some years ago.
I had a good time with friends from Nashville, one of whom, Fred Vail, used to be their manager and now runs a recording studio. Fred was the MC for the event which was covered by TV and national press. He managed to get me into the VIP enclosure and even got me a press pass so I could wander around and take photos at will. I got to meet Brian Wilson and his family, Al Jardine and his mother, David Marks (who was a Beach Boy and on the first three albums), Jerry Schilling (one of Elvis' Memphis Mafia) and John Walker of Walker Brothers fame.
There was a social evening in a popular restaurant on Thursday evening, the dedication on Friday morning, followed by a reception and concert in the afternoon. On Saturday there was a beach party at the site of photo-shoots for Beach Boys albums (Paradise Cove adjacent to Malibu and also the site used in 'The Rockford Files' as the place where James Garner's caravan was parked) followed by another concert in the evening. John Walker performed at this event along with Buzz Clifford (of 'Baby-Sitting Boogie' fame).
The whole trip was brought to a climax when I boarded the plane home. It appears that a guy checked in with two suitcases that got by the security checks and were loaded aboard, but then failed to board the plane. He tried to leave the terminal by way of an alarmed security door and all hell broke loose. He wasn't caught, but the authorities refused to let the plane take off with the cases still on board. This was a Boeing 747 with over 400 passengers, and they insisted we stay on the plane whilst they went through the hold looking for the cases. This took an hour and a quarter, by which time there were 400 very pissed off passengers, including a honey-mooning couple who burst into tears as they would apparently miss their connecting flight to Stockholm, to join a cruise around the Norwegian fjiords.
I'm now very jet-lagged and living what my son calls 'musicians hours'.