
Everybody’s got a dream. A lot of people, they dream about being famous. They come to LA because they believe themselves to be talented enough or beautiful enough or just lucky enough to become a big star or a big star-maker. Most of those people become waiters. Hence, Sunset Boulevard is known as the boulevard of broken dreams and L.A. is home to the most adorable barristas and night auditors you’ll find anywhere on the planet. Some people have more eccentric or offbeat dreams though, and a lot of those people end up here as well (R.I.P. Silver Lake Walking Man).
Ask anyone who doesn’t live in the neighborhood what they think of when they think of Watts and they’ll say the Watts riots and the Watts Towers. That’s a legacy, ladies and gentlemen. This from a man who explained his accomplishment thusly, “Why I build it? I can’t tell you. Why a man make the pants? Why a man make the shoes?” Why indeed? Not all of our dreams are broken in L.A.
Despite the city’s boneheaded attempt to raze the towers in the 50s, they live on. You can visit them Wednesday through Sunday (tours Friday through Sunday). I should confess, though, that despite having a great affection for “outsider art” (though I find this phrase a bit classist and annoying) and having lived in L.A. for going on nine years now, I have never been to the Watts Towers. I was all set to go this past Sunday, but in fact, I was stood up for a date. [Look for my Boulevard of Broken Dates post sometime in the near future.] Like Kevin, I had great aspirations for this post, but life happens to all of us.