After being turned away at Encore by an Asian security guard, even though we had a perfectly legitimate appointment at the spa, (and because I was hallucinating as was Dave The Jew I must insist you read my previous blog “No Encore For Oliver” as even now it is too painful to delve back into [...]
Archives: Downtown Oliver Brown
NO ENCORE FOR OLIVER
“Whooooo Shiiiiiiit!!! Look what the cat done dragged into Vegas!!!!” screamed the large, handsome, cowboy looking fellow that had come to greet us at the airport. I staggered off of Stan Peters’ Gulfstream V and watched as the cowboy fellow lifted Stan off of the floor in a hug that would have crushed a [...]
OLIVER VISITS A WHISKEY BAR
I don’t really vibe with Seven Grand, too many people, too many guys, and a college hipster feel around the pool tables that I didn’t even like in my college years. Those would be the three years at UCLA before I dropped out for no reason. I sat in the front booth, the only spot [...]
OLIVER AND THE FINAL BEAM
“Oliver, the NSA tells me that you’re not writing at your usual Starbucks. Is everything okay?” asked President Elect Obama. “I’m fine. I’ve just been writing a lot about LA Live so I’ve been working out of the Starbucks over there. I like to totally immerse myself in my subject matter.” “Yeah, I [...]
OLIVER LIGHTS A TREE
When you’re Downtown Oliver Brown, not much fazes you. But waking up with my hot nineteen-year-old girlfriend’s MOTHER naked in my bed did actually give me what felt like a flutter in my chest followed by considerable shortness of breath. I would have been completely distraught but for the fact that my girlfriend Misha’s mother [...]
OLIVER ENCOUNTERS A CRITIC
I stopped by Starbuck 11th and Grand with every intention of walking over to the new Starbucks at LA Live. But as a member of the Downtown community I did feel obligated to at least say hi to my all my friends—wouldn’t want my absence to be a cause for concern. Well, I’m sitting with [...]
OLIVER’S REPUTATION PROCEEDS HIM
I spotted Tim Leiweke, the president of AEG, out of the corner of my eye. I had just sat down at Starbucks 11th and Grand to finally focus on a script about a writer who moves Downtown to get away from the pretentious idiots in Hollywood. The irony of course being that I was there [...]
OLIVER’S THANKSGIVING
“Hi, Oliver Brown speaking,” I said into my iphone. “Oliver, Stan wants to see you in his office with something on paper,” said Iren Shmeklestein, the powerful and scummy producer, Stan Peter’s longtime sidekick. “Iren, it’s not that I’m avoiding Stan. And I am truly grateful that he kept me from running off [...]
OLIVER STRIKES OUT
I was just minding my business dancing away at three in the afternoon inside of the always cool, on a Saturday, Hard Eight Lounge. “Downtown Oliver Brown,” said the beautiful DJ Eden, dancing up to me. “Eden, you’re so beautiful it hurts my soul.” She twisted and turned around me. “So, what [...]
A DAY FULL OF WRITING
There is a part of me that misses those days in the hills above Sunset… This is as far as my script about an author who moves Downtown to escape the pretentious idiots in Hollywood had progressed. See, I write at Starbucks and most of my friends don’t understand that a writer’s office is pretty [...]
