Sound Off Hollywood…. returns

"It is not a comeback, it is a return!" Norma Desmond, Sunset Boulevard.

Years ago, when rock still reigned, was a little 'zine aptly named Sound Off Hollywood. It was the brainchild of myself and one of the most beautiful, dearest and precious person I have ever known. We covered the local music scene on Sunset Blvd. It was fun, inventive and a little dangerous. Its purpose was based on passion, the love for music. Of course, a lot of that passion was fueled by draft beers and what ever drink was offered. But that was part of the fun, the mystique and times.
Yes, it was popular. Although, prints were somewhat limited, I can boast that copies reached the east coast, Europe and even Russia.
Alas, all good things do come to an end.
Or rather, a sabbatical.
Years can seem to run away from you. Time is both a notorious lover and a cruel master. What was so immediate and utterly brilliant became but a memory. Then distant. Then nostalgic.
But the beauty was still there. Like Pompey, buried for centuries, then discovered in all its regal, spectacular and immaculate beauty.
Awakened from a new perspective, with the pain and sorrows of yesterdays's regret and broken promises. Anew, it wakes to a bold and focused design.
Now, the focus is not of music. It is a voice of the creative arts, whether they may be.
So true it is that distance makes the heart grow fond. That that glorious part of me has been missing from this writer's life for far too long.
And this voice has grown bolder, stronger, more assertive. I had to go underground for some time. To reflect. Even Napoleon's army regrouped when necessary.
It was also a chance for redemption.
Mine.
That said, I shall give these pages more words and images. Just like before. Blessed is technology that makes this so much easier, so more accessible.
Rise from the ashes Sound Off Hollywood. Reborn like a Phoenix.
Only this ain't Harry Potter. This is rock & roll.
As always…