There are people that I have met in Los Angeles that are so dynamic and integral to my equation of creativity generation. My friend Mandy spends a considerable amount of time in the Lounge making sure it stays awesome and super-hip. She has developed into a sort of muse for me. The things that flow from her mouth...she is a girlie rara-avis to be sure, a cool blade of Fonzy coolness, old Hollywood grace and face + she is a sweetheart. These are some of the reasons I so frequent the happy isle, but, more importantly, these are the ingredients of a particular and peculiar sort of muse that tickles creative empires from this source...My piano and voice teacher, who has become a best friend, Polina, is also a peculiar sort of muse. I had a songwriting class this morning and I had a, I think they call them, breakthrough. How rich am I with muses that cause eruptions of language, my World, with just a short conversation, a quick meet, a reminiscence of experience with them, their smiles could cause rapture...