Echo Park Time Travel Mart (Sunset Blvd and Logan St)

I might be in love with all of last Monday night. Headed over to the launch party for the 35^th issue of McSweeney’s, which was jointly hosted by the Echo Park Time Travel Mart (aka 826LA)& bookstore/cafe Stories. All night long, the hits just kept on coming.

1. The general 826 concept is a quirky store out front (fun and fundraising) and a space for the free kid’s writing workshops and tutoring in back. Both made me happy. Up front, there was a case of giant eggs (dinosaur?) and a candy jar labeled as “opposable thumbs.” The educational area was just about the hippest classroom/library I’ve see, more like a coffeeshop I would just want to hang out in. Made me consider trying to pass for 16 to sneak into some of these classes. After all, I need help writing and I have recently been carded at R movies.

2. The event was on the adjoining patios of 826LA and Stories. Beer sales went towards the classes. Yes, drinking helps children learn to write.

3. Local band He’s My Brother, She’s My Sister played 2 fun & folksy sets. The band name is true, and refers to the joint lead singers. The sister is in short shorts and a beret-like hat. The brother has impressive side burns and a western shirt. Why are family bands so appealing?

4. Also there is a cellist and the percussion is a chick in tap shoes. Some may say gimmicky, I say amazing.

5. And they did a cover of the Ace of Base classic “All that she wants.”

6. McSweeney’s contributor, Josh Bearman, read his story about giant gerbils in China. Or rather, his misadventures of trying to write a follow up story about the giant gerbils in China.

7. When it was all over, I browsed the bookstore - a sort of ramshackle, friendly mix of new and used, classics, bestsellers, and independent local publishers. I left with a $4 copy of the YA classic The Giver.

All in all 7 wins for Echo Park. Which of course manifested itself in a round of fantasy Echo Park apartment hunting via craigslist. Magic magic Monday!

Saban Theater (Wilshire Blvd and La Cienega Blvd)

The Saban Theater is one of those awesome Art Deco theaters I am so happy hasn’t been torn down yet. And a place I’ve been driving by for years without any idea what goes on inside. Independent film? Children’s puppet shows? Miss Philippines Pageants? Located in an awkward stretch of Wilshire that isn’t quite Miracle Mile and is technically (and weirdly) a part of Beverly Hills, it really could be anything.

Last Friday I finally made it to the Saban to check out the Grand Slam Poetry Finals, part of the Brave New Voices festival that airs on HBO. I’m not exactly a big fan of spoken word or poetry, but in the name of trying new things I agreed to tagalong with a more cultured friend. We arrived to find an impressive line stretching down a block and a half, mostly giddy teenagers with a splash of middle-aged poetry stereotypes (wild graying beards, wearing mostly black). And since this is LA, I’m sure some of the line was just there because Common and Rosario Dawson were hosting.

So how was it? The theater lived up to my Art Deco hopes with its ridiculously ornate silver frame around the stage – which the internet tells me is called a “proscenium” – and intense plaster detailing. The poetry was a mixed bag. There were parts that really rubbed me the wrong way and reaffirmed why I have avoided spoken word. Namely: the overblown fire hydrant of emotion, tangled metaphors that confused more than enlightened, and theatrical arm movements. On the plus side, there was barely any snapping in the audience, and I’m pretty sure the little I heard was a joke. But I have to admit that some of the performances really shook me, mostly when the poems focused closer to themselves and not the bigger world problems (Iraq, the evils of consumerism, the planet). There were some really heartbreaking performances about a “picture perfect” family and brutal mother-daughter relationships. From those moments, I have a (slightly grudging) newfound respect for poetry…not to mention these insanely impassioned teenagers. Like the work or not, these are some intense and brave people.

So thanks, Saban Theater, for hosting my introduction to slam poetry…and giving me the chance to see Common freestyle during some kind of technical mishap. I think it’s time to give poetry a second chance and to hunt down some more surprising events in the old time LA theaters.