I haven’t been to LA since living there in '89-'90. I drove a front-end loader at a garbage plant in Long Beach on Terminal Island for 8 months and shot footage on my Fischer Price PXL 2000 camera that I had bought at Toys-R-Us for about $100. The camera uses audiocassettes to record audio and visual simultaneously, running at about 5 times the speed the tape normally runs on a tape deck. The best description I’ve heard compares the b&w picture quality to a Chuck Close painting; grainy, fragmented and blurry. I documented a whole lot of junk on my PXL, particularly while living in LA for those 8 or so months and had two short films in the 'PXL This 14' "festival" held every year in LA. By “festival” I mean night-of-PXL-films- at-a-small-video-gallery. Last Friday afternoon I realized that the 15th Annual ‘PXL This’ festival was happening on Saturday the 19th at Sponto Gallery in Venice. I done did book my flight and arrived in LA Saturday morning at 11AM. All told, I spent less than 24 hours in LA County. I had to take a nap the minute I arrived at my hotel and then went down to the beach in Santa Monica to see how commercialized everything had become. I can’t say I recommend LA for a single day when flying from NY, the whole time I felt like I was on the verge of a mental coma. I’m not one of those New York types that hate LA., I honestly could live on either coast. But I must say, it is a strange and curious place. It’s just so…. different (from New York). Take the weirdo’s for instance. They have their whole own breed of weirdo’s out there, I can’t even relate. More like hippy-Manson-weirdo’s than your East Coast, city-bred weirdo’s. West Coast Weirdo’s seem more like they’re on Angel Dust than actually 'touched'. And another thing that stood out was the LA Homeless Army. I guess you could say that the homeless population in LA seems a lot bigger and possibly more intelligent than our NYC homeless, it being warm and beautiful in LA all the time. LA’s homeless don’t live in the subways, they live under palm trees, next to flowering Bird of Paradise plants , which until yesterday, I had never seen except in the florist. Our homeless are defiantly quieter, too. Being homeless in LA practically requires that you walk around shouting inanities into the air, or dance in the street, or do things with a plastic bag that I can see on next season’s runways. So that night, after my nap, after my walk, feeling like I was coming off drugs and knowing I had about 5 hours left to enjoy myself, I drove my rent-a-car to Venice for the big PXL event. Evidently, PXL usage is alive and well, which was a real treat, having never seen any PXL films beside my own. And boy was there enough PXL to go around, 4 full-blown hours worth, mommy. People are putting a lot more thought into it than I am. Evidently other PXL’ers actually try to make something whereas I just aim for throwaway whatever-ness. My entry, of course, was totally retarded; titled '10 Movements-America', it consisted of random footage from a family reunion in the Live Free of Die state of NH. My mom kept running us up there in the early 90’s saying that my grandmother was sure to be taking her last breath any day then. One of the ‘PXL This’ organizers, Eli Elliot, my personal heaven sent PXL guru, edited my footage in the name of art and turned my scrap shots into a titled, credited, edited PXL film. Without him, I’d be nothing. LA in a day, what the hell!?