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Friday the 13th

Robert Frost made great hay out of two paths diverging in the woods. Of late, especially since my wife “rang the bell” on March 4th, I have been far more interested in the way paths converge, often when the traveler does not expect it. For those people who are unaware (and until the day in question, I was one of them), the end of daily radiation treatments for cancer patients is frequently commemorated through the ringing of a bell. This ritual signifies the transition from active cancer treatments into post-cancer survival therapies. My father would have been particularly pleased that this ritual took place for his daughter-in-law on March 4th, as he always loved that day, often pointing out that it was “the only command on the calendar”. My cousin, Daisy Gordon, literally calls it “Command Day”. So, it could not have been more fitting that on March the 4th, Lily marched forth into her post-cancer survivorship. That the same day of the calendar marking this ritual of transition for my wife was also my sister’s birthday, served to make the day a personal convergence of two paths. Moving forward, the fourth of March will be a day of celebration for the path from illness to health that my wife has been walking. It will be an anniversary of her new beginning. It will also always be a reminder of not only my beloved sister’s birth, but also her death, and the absence of her in my life. So, two very different paths converging on the same day, inspiring, no doubt, a wide array of emotions and recollections within me. A few days after ringing the bell, Lily was strong enough for us to head out of town for the first time since Thanksgiving. Though we were only traveling as far as Montecito, I really did not know if she would be up for it. Those radiation treatments are serious business and quite a while before we reached the end of them, Lily was spending most of her days exhausted. Less than 36 hours after ringing the bell, however, her delightfully eccentric sense of fun had returned. She announced this fact by making me laugh in a way that had been a regular occurrence prior to her Christmas Eve surgery, but which she had not been able to attempt in the ensuing weeks. Lily’s mother, Betsy, and stepfather, Barlow, made the trip out to Santa Barbara to spend several days with us. It was the first time Lily had been able to see her mother since October. One night, at Lucky’s Steakhouse in Montecito, as we celebrated this much-needed mother-daughter reunion, as well as my mother-in-law’s birthday, I confided in Betsy that the feeling I had was the same as when we were emerging from the pandemic. In both instances, after months of being or feeling “bunkered”, we had emerged from mostly staying in shelter and found ourselves reunited with Betsy and Barlow at Lucky’s in Montecito. Indeed, our very first return to indoor dining at a restaurant (after getting our Covid shots) was at that venerable steakhouse. All these years later, it truly felt as if our post-pandemic and post-cancer paths had converged. Unfortunately, during the intervening years between those two meals, I had forgotten that two of the classic gin martinis at Lucky’s is definitely one too many! A few days later, on Friday the 13th, I again found my path converging with the past, when I realized that the last time we had a Friday the 13th in the month of March was six years prior, in 2020. It was the first day I had ever visited the Montecito property that has become our home away from home. The next day, Saturday March 14 2020, in the woods outside Cupertino (where I grew up), Lily and I had a memorial for my mother. And the day after that, lockdown orders went into effect around the country. Lily and I drove through Turlock on our way back to Los Angeles that day, so that we might check on my father and my sister. It would be the last time Lily ever saw my father alive. I have never had any superstitious feelings towards Fridays the 13th. Yet, now, I sort of wish future calendars might just skip the 13th of March when it falls on a Friday, the way so many high-rise elevators seemingly skip the 13th floor. We had been unable to travel anywhere by airplane ever since Lily began her testing and treatments in May of last year. With her Christmas Eve surgery a success, however, Lily began to set her sights on visiting the D.C. area for the first time since late 2024. In addition to spending time with family and friends with whom she grew up, she desired to celebrate Easter in the nation’s capital. Life-saving surgery on Christmas Eve followed by recovery and personal resurrection on Easter. The plan made sense to me. So, in the early morning hours of March the 24th, along with trusty feline companion Fuzz Aldrin, we found ourselves waiting at Delta Gate 22 in Terminal 2 at LAX. Lily had eschewed the wheelchair arranged for her by the airline. She was definitely feeling the effort it took to make it thru check-in and TSA, however, when we heard the following announcement: “Would Jane Fonda and Lily Leirness please come to the desk.” Though this was the first time these two performers shared billing together, I have high hopes it will not be the last. In this instance, the reason these ladies were urged to come forward was because they were to board first. What I learned about Jane Fonda that morning is that she actually prefers to board last (perhaps so she won’t have to sit captive in a fishbowl, feeling all eyes upon her). On the other hand, what I learned about my wife is she really can use the extra time boarding first affords her. In fact, she probably always should have boarded first. It would have made countless trips far less stressful for me. In this instance, given her uncertain strength, and her sudden and frequent side effects-induced need for restrooms, early boarding was an absolute godsend. Sure enough, as soon as she had made certain that Fuzz was settled in beneath the seat in front and had verified that I had correctly placed her carry-on luggage into the overhead space according to her exact specifications, Lily immediately availed herself of the on-board facilities. Full boarding had yet to commence when she returned and announced, “I saw Laura Friedman!” Los Feliz sits squarely within California’s 30th Congressional District. Our representative is Laura Friedman. The last time my path had crossed with the honorable Congresswoman was at a town hall sponsored by the Los Feliz Improvement Association. I served as master of ceremonies at that event and it was there where I first announced publicly the news of Lily’s cancer diagnosis. Now my path and the Congresswoman’s were converging again at the start of Lily and my first post-cancer trip. On that long ago-seeming night at the town hall in Friendship Auditorium, Representative Friedman had a “hard out” (another event she needed to attend), which I knew to be a birthday party for her daughter. Yet, instead of making a timely departure that night, she loitered in order to be able to spend a few moments in conversation with me. She shared with me her own story of survival and offered to be available to Lily and me should we ever need to talk. Our paths converging on Delta Flight 392 allowed Lily and me to share with Representative Friedman the news of Lily’s prognosis, express our appreciation for her humanity, and to tell her how much her words had meant to us. I also got to thank her for her hard work on her constituents’ behalf and tell her how much I admire her taste in eyeglass frames (look her up - she sports seriously bad ass frames!). She introduced us to her daughter (with whom she was traveling) and invited us to visit her on “the hill” for a tour. That kind invitation was one Lily was not yet physically prepared to accept. More than that, however, considering that coming weekend’s “No Kings” protests, we planned on giving the Capitol a wide berth during our stay. Not that I was going to eschew my civic duty, of course. Indeed, I went with my mother-in-law and step-father-in-law and their friends to the No Kings rally in the Friendship Heights section of Bethesda, Maryland. The crowd there was definitely on the older side. I might actually have been one of the younger protesters at that locale! It was heartening to see so much joy and wit embodied by so many in service of protest. My favorite sign that I saw read, “Even if I wanted a king, it wouldn’t be this guy!” As I stood on a particularly well-trafficked corner, taking in the exuberant show of community going on all around me, in again, an area literally known as “Friendship Heights”, I realized that I had packed up and brought with me on the trip a whole lot of sadness. It was a sadness I had only let myself glimpse when my guard was down, and then, only out of the corner of my eye, and it was becoming assuaged by the sights and sounds and energy around me. My friend Isaac Prado sings a song he describes as being about the silence of “not wanting to show our sadness for fear of the flowers dying.” Since Lily’s cancer diagnosis, I have known the sadness of witnessing her fear and pain. I have known the sadness of having no idea what would become of me if something happened to her. I have known the sadness of utter powerlessness. Though I have also known great joy amidst the sadness, what I have not known is the freedom to speak of such sadness in any meaningful way. It was not a freedom I was refused. It was one I denied myself out of fear I would be unable to control it, that I would, in the process of expressing it, kill so many flowers and do so at a time when I was all too aware of their fragility. Being on the East Coast at Easter is a powerful reminder that the flowers do bloom again. Kyoto, Japan, is one of my favorite places on Earth. I was fortunate enough to visit there while the ancient imperial palace was open and while the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. At the time, I doubted I would ever be in a locale more breathtaking in its beauty. Of course, I didn’t know then that in 2026, I would be able to stroll through the Kenwood neighborhood of Chevy Chase, Maryland, with Lily, her siblings, and their mother. It was both a stroll down memory lane, as it was the neighborhood where Lily grew up, and a nature walk, as the canopy of full-bloom cherry blossoms created tunnels of color on the residential streets. D.C. was famously gifted thousands of cherry blossom trees by Japan and tourists visit every year to take them in. The Tidal Basin, East Potomac Park and the National Mall are just a few of the iconic locales of these trees. Take it from me, though (an insider’s tip if you will), Kenwood in full bloom cannot be beat. Lily returned to the neighborhood several times during our two-week stay back east. Being surrounded by the rebirth of those trees did her healing a world of good. Everywhere we went those two weeks, Lily paid particular attention to the astonishing array of flowers we encountered. The “Lil and Phil” suite in the Overlook neighborhood of Bethesda, Maryland, offers us (and especially Fuzz) a breathtaking view of a spectacular grove of trees. When we arrived, they were still in their midwinter state of stark nudity (why is it humans shed their clothes in warm weather, but plants and trees shed theirs in cold?). In fact, the trees were so bare I would have sworn that they must have been dead. Remember, I’m a West Coast boy, born and raised, and after forty years in Los Angeles, spring is more of a concept to me than an actual season. So, to witness those trees burst back to full vibrant life in a matter of days was nothing short of astonishing. I truly believe I could actually see the leaves grow before my very eyes! Maybe this means I am old, but the phrase “watching the grass grow”, which used to be to me a descriptor of something being boring, now seems like a miraculous activity for which I would gladly volunteer. Just down the road from the grove of trees is Little Falls Stream Valley Park, in the shadow of the Capital Crescent Trail. Though there is a paved path leading through the park, if one sticks close to the stream, much of the park can feel like wild woods. It is this experience I usually choose, as I did one day while taking Fuzz for a hike. The plan was to meet up with Lily and my sister-in-law somewhere in the park. As the minutes crept by, and the temperature started to go down, and Fuzz grew restless inside the cat backpack I wore (on my front, actually), I realized we needed to be on the move. I was hopeful that Lily would find us somewhere in the woods. This did not happen, however, and as the time wore on, Fuzz, now outside of her backpack and showing no interest in the ducks frolicking near the stream’s shore, chose to go in search of Lily. While Fuzz marched through the woods, calling out with increasingly plaintive howls, I was struck by a debilitating thought: This is what life would be like if something happened to Lily. By the time Fuzz and my paths did converge with that of Lily and her sister, almost an hour had passed. I was in bad shape. My back was locking up from carrying Fuzz on the front of me, and my emotional well-being was in an even more fragile state. I handed Lily the cat backpack, said, “You need to carry her” and made it back to the Lil and Phil suite as fast as I could. Once there, I lay facedown, flat on the floor of a walk-in closet (that doubles as my podcast studio). I did not move for more than an hour. There were times during Lily’s dance with cancer where I felt the pull towards paralysis, physically, emotionally, and mentally. Now that we were, if you will pardon the expression, out of the woods, I plunged into that paralysis. As Lily I walked this path over the past year, what has frequently kept me out of any kind of paralysis is my drive to celebrate those things that matter to me. So, on Easter Sunday at St. David’s Episcopal Church, I found myself particularly moved by a panel in the stained glass behind the altar. It depicts King David and features the words, “I will sing and give praise”. Lily’s journey since Christmas Eve had been one of rebirth. It has been an arduous journey, at times. I am truly grateful to have witnessed it. In that church pew, I heard the rain outside, I smelled the freshly bloomed flowers both inside the church and out, and I allowed myself to be swept along upwards by the collective of voices in shared song all around me. I thought about how it is possible to re-grow the parts that have died. Nature teaches us this. Offering a joyful noise unto the creator and celebrating all that truly matters is what makes that growth possible for me. Following Lily’s cancer treatments, her recovery from surgery, and her radiation treatments, it was a bit of a gut punch to realize that the next phase for her medically (the post-cancer treatments) will last for many years. Since getting back from the east coast some four weeks ago, she has been sick. Her illness has been caused by a confluence of factors, but the side effects from her various medications, as well as her reaction to the pills she takes to quell those side effects, will take some getting used to I am sure. I, myself, succumbed to a particularly painful bout with a viral condition and what got me out of it was the opportunity to celebrate my neighborhood, my love of movies, and the value I place on people coming together to share in story. At a time when joy itself can seem under attack, gathering together in community for story, for song, for protest, is no luxury. It is necessity. The next Friday the 13th on the calendar will serve as a reminder to me of this fact. It will be in November. On Friday the 13th of November in 2015 gunmen and suicide bombers conducted a coordinated series of attacks that culminated in a massacre at the Bataclan concert hall in Paris. For as long as we have been together (almost 19 years now), Lily has had a large framed poster advertising the Bataclan. It now hangs on the wall on my side of the bed. On that day in November, my path will converge with all those whose lives were irrevocably altered by the worst of human impulses, to seek out joy and community and attack them. And I will continue to sing and give praise. The Voice of Los Feliz is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit philleirness.substack.com/subscribe [https://philleirness.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2]

7 mei 2026 - 21 min
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The Voice of Los Feliz (podcast) Episode 16

Spring has sprung and there is a definite buzz about Los Feliz … And brand new episode 16 of “The Voice of Los Feliz” is certainly no buzzkill! Cameron Watson is the brand new Artistic Director of the Skylight Theatre Company. Host Phil Leirness sits down with him inside the Skylight Theatre to discuss what the future holds for this local treasure and how it could become a truly integral part of the community. Submissions are still open for the 2nd annual Los Feliz Film Fest, which takes place April 26-28 at Skylight Theatre and the Barnsdall Gallery Theatre. Phil gets together with festival founder and executive director Vuk Mitrovic to discuss the latest and to find out how interested locals can still get involved and help out! A recent open house (presented by Council District 4) revealed the up-to-date plans for the refurbishment and reopening of our local “Municipal Plunge”, the Griffith Park Pool. Friend of the show (and frequent collaborator) Debra Matlock, the president of the Los Feliz Improvement Association, attended that open house and provides a full report. Phil is actually filing this month’s show from the nation’s capital, where he is enjoying family, Easter and the full bloom of the cherry blossoms. Before he left for the “other” coast, however, he got together with Los Feliz Neighborhood Council District D representative Raina Pratto at Alcove, for an in-depth conversation that is equal parts hilarious, thought-provoking and inspiring. As always, musical director Jon Lawlor is dropping the killer tunes, and stalwart announcer Marc Hershon makes with the funny. The Voice of Los Feliz is a reader (and listener)-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit philleirness.substack.com/subscribe [https://philleirness.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2]

3 apr 2026 - 1 h 47 min
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The Voice of Los Feliz (podcast) Episode 15

Welcome to our first episode of 2026 and our longest episode yet! Boasting interviews with four special guests discussing no fewer than three big community events, and full of comedy, music, vulnerability and good cheer, we trust that Episode 15 offers something for everyone … (Laura Fuller and Phil Leirness both wear many hats, but for Porchfest L.A. they frequently found themselves wearing the same hat as each other!) Laura Fuller is a somatic therapist, a yogi, a dancer, and a writer. And she was integral to the success of Porchfest L.A. in 2025. In one of two interviews conducted at The Trails Cafe in Griffith Park this episode, host Phil Leirness and Laura do a full debrief on Porchfest, and before you know it, they have gone DEEP! (Musical performer Isaac Prado on stage at the Autry Museum of the American West, opening December’s “Viva Los Feliz: Tinseltown” - Photo by Larry Underhill) A brilliant makeup artist, musician and singer, whose personal story might not leave a dry eye in the house, Isaac Prado sits down with Phil outside on a beautiful afternoon in Barnsdall Art Park to get better acquainted. (Host Phil Leirness and Los Feliz Improvement Association President Debra Matlock with “The Most Beautiful Bell in the World” at “Viva Los Feliz: Tinseltown” - Photo by Larry Underhill) Longtime friend of the show (and even longer-tenured President of the Los Feliz Improvement Association) Debra Matlock returns and she and Phil discuss their work together on Porchfest L.A.’s Porch #8 (The Fighting 8th!) and on their most recent “Viva Los Feliz” show. They also share thoughts on how to move forward with these ongoing stage shows. (The Los Feliz Neighborhood Council District representative whose brainchild the inaugural Los Feliz Film Fest was) Finally, Phil’s Los Feliz Neighborhood Council Cultural Affairs Committee colleague Vuk Mitrovic treats Phil to drinks at Tabula Rasa Bar on Hollywood Blvd. and shares the latest news regarding the fast-approaching 2nd annual Los Feliz Film Fest! As always, musical director Jon Lawlor keeps your toes tapping, and stalwart announcer Marc Hershon tickles your funny bone. The Voice of Los Feliz is a reader (and listener)-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, please consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit philleirness.substack.com/subscribe [https://philleirness.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2]

21 feb 2026 - 2 h 0 min
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The Fighting 8th!

The Los Feliz Improvement Association has been working for more than a century to build a better Los Feliz. One of the ways they did this in 2025 was by sponsoring a porch as part of Porchfest L.A., which took place the first weekend in November. Originally held in Ithaca, New York, in 2007, Porchfest music festivals began as a way for community members to put the spotlight on local musicians by providing porches where they could perform. Longtime Los Feliz resident Hélène Udy brought Porchfest to Los Angeles in 2024, after spending years turning her own porch into a local landmark through the long-running cabaret show “Was Ist Das?” This year, under Hélène’s guidance, the second annual Porchfest L.A. featured performers appearing in front yards and parking lots, coffee houses and businesses throughout Los Feliz, Silver Lake, East Hollywood and even Culver City and Mar Vista. Those audience members who trekked from locale to locale were no doubt rewarded with a veritable moveable feast of a variety show, wherein they were treated to not only musical acts, but comedy, mentalism, clowning, poetry, and perhaps, even more! When I asked Los Feliz Improvement Association President Debra Matlock why the LFIA participated this year, she began that “Los Feliz organizations have historically been very insular and territorial.” This I certainly know to be true from my many years serving as both a trustee and an officer and eventually the president of the Los Angeles Breakfast Club Foundation (the charitable arm of the Los Angeles Breakfast Club). It was a reality both I, and my wife, Lily (the longest-tenured president in the history of the LABC) worked hard to counter. By the time we stepped away from the Breakfast Club, we certainly had established relationships with many leaders of like-minded civic organizations and community institutions. In fact, I stepped away from the Breakfast Club largely to free up enough time and energy to dedicate myself to celebrating those principles of community that had traditionally been embodied by the Club, and to do so on a scale larger than those who presently run the Breakfast Club would ever allow. First as a member of the Los Feliz Neighborhood Council, and later during her tenure as president of the LFIA, Debra has, in her words, “tried to build a broad coalition”. That is one of those political-sounding phrases that are definitely beyond my grasp. So, Debra further explained that she embraces any opportunity where she can work with other community groups in support of events that celebrate Los Feliz, or which create “the opportunity to connect with neighbors” she has yet to meet. She described Porchfest as what “seemed like the perfect way to meet people literally where they are, walking down the street, and share the experience of hearing music together.” All this was lovely to hear, though the short answer about why she and the LFIA participated probably could have been summed up by the fact that I asked them to participate! I was a big fan of last year’s event. I simply strolled the neighborhood the one afternoon I was in town that weekend and took in as many different porches as I could for as long as I could. With no advertising budget to speak of and very little in the way of a staff supporting her, Hélène had created an unqualified success. Through the Los Feliz Neighborhood Council Cultural Affairs Committee on which we both serve, I became acquainted with Hélène and volunteered my support. In an advisory capacity, I suggested the concept of having organizations “sponsor” porches. These organizations would elevate the visibility of the event through outreach. They would create a more welcoming environment for unsuspecting passers-by as well as for those in the know. The organizations would also document the two-day event through photos and video clips that could be used to not only promote next year’s third installment of Porchfest, but which could be provided to the artists for their own purposes. Thanks to Debra and her husband, the stalwart first gentleman of the LFIA, Brad Grossman, all these aims were fulfilled. Another goal of mine was that each porch would have designated emcees, provided by either the sponsoring organization or by Porchfest, and that these emcees might work with the sponsor as well as the owner of the residence or business providing the “venue” to give that porch its own unique personality. Not only did I volunteer to emcee the LFIA porch, but also I sort of threw a bit of a tantrum to make it happen! The idea had been for me to be a kind of roving “ambassador”, going from porch-to-porch to speak about the larger event. As the event approached, however, and it was clear that the LFIA needed an emcee, and it was just as clear that all I wanted was to get to station myself at one location for the entire weekend and enjoy every single act that performed there, the executive decision was made. The LFIA and I were responsible for Porch #8 (which I quickly dubbed “The Fighting 8th!”) on 4419 Russell Ave. in Los Feliz, the home of Cynthia Freeman and Josh Goldstein. Josh and Cynthia were fantastic hosts, providing a porta-john, bowls of (leftover) Halloween candy, and boundless energy in support of the performing artists. When there was a hole in the schedule in what was to be the start of day 2, Cynthia even took it upon herself to arrange for one of our day 1 performers to return! Throughout the weekend, we had probably 400 people stop by for at least a little while, and at times, we had a yard, driveway, and sidewalk full of locals enjoying the free musical performances, and on a couple of occasions, the crowd even spilled into the street. Some people turned out to support specific artists, many of whom had advertised the event on the various social media platforms. Some were those who had learned about that particular porch thanks to the outreach of Debra and the LFIA. Some were neighbors who lived in close proximity. Many, however, were those simply walking or driving by, who could literally hear the music, but who, I believe, in my heart of hearts, were drawn by the good energy, the “vibes”, if you will. In fact, at one point during the weekend, I shared the story of visiting the rather astonishing “place of giants”, a megalithic temple complex from the Neolithic era on the island of Gozo in Malta. These ancient temples (almost 6,000 years old) were once believed to have been built by a race of giants that disappeared when they were discovered by Bronze Age settlers. Because remains are frequently found in great numbers in and around these sites, their importance as burial places is emphasized, but the various rooms of what remains, really came to life to me at one point as I recalled what I was once told about Angkor Wat. That temple complex in Cambodia was described to me as a transmitting station and that is exactly what those island temples felt like. Situated at the top of a hill that literally opened up to the Mediterranean, that locale must surely have felt like (and may have actually been) the center of the known world. There, people would gather for sacred rituals, including storytelling, and the insights experienced and the wisdom expressed would travel outward, down the hill, across the water, and around the world. I shared this story, because I felt we were engaged in the same sacred ritual. Community was coming together and the meaning created by musician and audience was traversing down the gently sloping front yard at 4419 Russell Avenue and spreading throughout the neighborhood. It’s the only way I can adequately account for the number of souls who accidentally found their way to us. We were all participating in an ancient and ongoing conversation. At the end of the weekend, as we were packing up, an older couple came up to thank me for my work as emcee. I wholeheartedly thanked them because they had been front row for every act all weekend long. I genuinely wanted them to know how much their presence and their spirit mattered. After all, presence and spirit is everything when it comes to building community. The gentleman said to me that it costs a lot to live in southern California, and especially in our area, but what makes it worthwhile, he said, is to be surrounded by so much talent. I could have cried. I found that sentiment to be so beautiful. Of course, as he was leaving, walking down the driveway, he called out over his shoulder, adding, “Oh, yeah, and the weather!” But he mentioned TALENT first! The festivities at Porch #8 kicked off at noon on Saturday, November 1st, with the deep cut covers band The Pali Music Collective. Featuring several friends who grew up together in Pacific Palisades, the band’s blend of classic rock tunes from the 60s, 70s and 80s, took on special meaning given the still fresh memories of the Palisades fire. No matter what neighborhood one lived in, during 2025, you felt like Pacific Palisades, and Altadena, were home, too. After the music by these alums of Palisades High, we went “Lowe”, Brianna Lowe, to be precise. Brianna is a singer-songwriter, and an excellent piano player, though due to the logistic challenges posed by playing in someone’s front yard, she chose to accompany herself on ukulele that afternoon, and her set was nothing short of delightful. I felt bad that there weren’t more people in attendance to see our first two acts, but someone had to get things started and I truly felt that as the day wore on and other artists were treated to larger and incredibly appreciative crowds, The Pali Music Collective and Brianna Lowe were part of those experiences as well, for they had planted the seeds of community, had laid the fertile ground, from which all that we would experience throughout the weekend would bloom. Each of our first two acts received encore sets, and by 2 pm, the party at Porch #8 was in full swing. Singer-songwriter Andrew James played a set that downright astonished me. He was simply too young to be playing his guitar with the virtuosity he demonstrated. The blues licks he incorporated into his set were sufficient to make my jaw drop, and as I listened to Andrew’s terrifically emotive vocal performances of his original tunes, I had no doubt that someday I will hear people speak of falling in love for the first time while listening to his music. What’s more, given the emotional depth he seems interested in exploring, I would wager that still others might fall out of love for the last time while Andrew’s music accompanies them on their journey. I knew with our next performer that we were getting a true original. I will make no attempt to describe the music of Baby Fischgrund. On their Instagram, they use the descriptive phrase “folk punk pop country rock music”. If you think that description had me scratching my head as to what to expect, imagine how I felt when Baby showed up in clown makeup. I had no way of knowing whether they were made up that way because of a Halloween party the night before, or if that was part of their musical look! Debra and I were both so taken by Baby, that we went to see them perform at The Fable in Eagle Rock a few weeks later, and did so in hope of inviting them to perform as part of our big “Viva Los Feliz: Tinseltown” show at the Autry on December 17th. Baby’s set at The Fable, featuring a full band (as opposed to her one accompanist, “Mike”, at Porchfest), did NOT disappoint! Our next musical adventure at the Fighting 8th involved a journey into folklore, guided by a band calling itself Jenny Greenteeth (led by Ellen Rooney and Janet Housden). The Jenny Greenteeth of mythology was a river-hag who would pull children and the elderly into the water and drown them. Though not quite as scary as this legend, I did find the music of Jenny Greenteeth to be both spooky and haunting. Fortunately, a quick head count let me know that all elderly audience members, as well as all children, were present and accounted for when Ellen and Janet and their cohorts had finished their set. While definitely offering a thematic whiplash, Cowboy Poetry proved to be a tonally compatible next act. Particularly appropriate to Southern California, of course, the performance of western poems set to acoustic music proved to be both delightfully earnest and whimsical, a perfect blend for an event like Porchfest. Porch #8’s penultimate act for day 1 was the charming duo Bandwave, comprised of Ariana Lenarsky and Jeff Pianki, who treated us to gentle folk harmonies. I was very appreciative of artists who promoted their appearances that weekend via social media. In the case of Bandwave, their promotion was probably a little bit too late to generate turnout, but it’s worth sharing the text of their Instagram post regardless: We are on in one hour sorry I forgot to promote (crying emoji) but it’s sooooo cute here and everyone is having a good time and it’s under the best tree! That tree not only provided lovely shade, but also gave us splendid fall colors, a true rarity in Los Angeles! A very nice crowd had assembled by the end of the day, and they were treated to one heck of a finale. Bob Boulding is both an accomplished and acclaimed musician as well a bit of a local fixture thanks to his founding of the Superpowers Music Academy in Los Feliz. Bob was the longtime guitarist for the Young Dubliners, and it was very cool to me that his former band mate with the “Young Dubs”, Bren (Brendan) Holmes turned out to watch Bob’s solo set of folk-inflected tunes. Just when I thought Bob was going to send us off into the early evening riding a blissful, relaxed wave of good spirits, Bren joined him under the tree for a few songs. That proved to be the most rousing finale you could imagine. We were treated to a mini-Young Dubs reunion and Bob and Bren had the entire, very large crowd jumping by the time they were done. It was a spectacular finish, and we still had one whole day of music ahead of us! Because we had no opening act scheduled for day 2, homeowner Cynthia Freeman invited Bob to return the following midday. After being treated to such a large and appreciative audience at the end of Saturday, I thought it was incredibly generous for him to not only give us more of his time, but to do so when he knew the audience turnout would be light. His enthusiasm to do so, moreover, embodied to me what is so moving about Porchfest, and why it truly matters as a community-building opportunity. In fact, on Sunday morning, Bob brought along Deirdre Moncy to perform with him. Deirdre is one of the teachers at the Superpowers Music Academy Bob founded, though, unless I am remembering wrong, this was the first time Bob and Deirdre had ever played in public together. So, although those of us in attendance at noon on Sunday were not legion in number, we were mighty in our appreciation for the opportunity to witness two talented and generous performers form rapport with each other in front of our very eyes and ears. Bob even hung out with us for a good while after his set, showing great enthusiasm for the next performer, Pascal Shrady. I, myself, was eagerly anticipating Pascal’s set, ever since my wife, Lily, had cheated on “my” porch and taken in acts at other nearby venues. She returned with Pascal’s business card and sang his praises, including the highest compliment of all. “His music made me cry,” she said. I greeted this information by explaining to her that there was nothing about any of these artists that she could tell me that I did not already know! After all, we had Pascal scheduled for day 2! Pascal’s set on keyboards and vocals was every bit as wonderful as Lily had promised. In fact, my wife made sure to be present for Pascal’s set for Porch #8, and again, she cried. The very funny comic and writer Kevin Brennan was next on the bill, but instead of delighting through comedy, he regaled us with some excellent and rather witty rock music, under the name of his sometimes-solo, sometimes-group endeavor The Irish Goodbye. From Irish goodbyes to Young Dubliners, Kevin was followed by Bren Holmes, who returned to Porch #8 to share some of his solo work, with good pal, and former Young Dubs band mate Bob Boulding offering musical support. Again, I cannot stress how lucky all of us in attendance were, and by now, day 2 was in full swing in terms of turnout. Not only did Bren and Bob offer up another infectious, indelible performance, but their willingness to come and be a part of both days really helped create an unforgettable atmosphere. I have hosted a lot of shows in my life, but listening to Bren and Bob, I felt really lucky to be a part of such an unforgettable event, celebrating talent, music, and community. That feeling only deepened once Isaac Prado’s set began. As I had done with all the artists, I researched Isaac beforehand, availing myself of whatever clips I could find, and so I knew we were in for quite a treat. He did nothing less than turn the front yard at 4419 Russell Ave. into a sacred ground of sound. I am not sure when Debra and I knew that we wanted to make Isaac a part of our forthcoming “Viva Los Feliz” show, but the idea of having him officially open the proceedings was never in doubt. When he did kick off the show at the Autry, his opening number was something I can only describe as a prayer sung in such a way as to transcend cultural boundaries and traverse across the ages. While he performed, I experienced something remarkable. I was only a few feet from Isaac, off-stage at the Autry, in the wings, preparing myself for my opening monologue. My back was to him, and I remember suddenly thinking, “There must be six or eight people on that stage!” I stopped my preparations to peek, but, of course, it was only Isaac. Yet, I swear, I felt that stage to be very crowded. Baby Fischgrund did, indeed, agree to participate in “Viva Los Feliz: Tinseltown” as well. Baby learned a special Los Angeles themed holiday song just for the occasion, and the audience loved them as much as Debra and I had hoped. It was a thrill to get to celebrate local talent like Isaac and Baby, as well as the Marshall High School Jazz Band, who greeted guests with a pre-show set in the courtyard of the Autry Museum of the American West. Hopefully, Debra and I will find future opportunities to put the spotlight on more of the artists we met at Porch #8, including those that followed Isaac, like Steven Charles with his pop-soul fusion, or the talented actress Olivia Berris, whose original compositions are incredibly touching. The infectious gypsy jazz of Gadjo Girasol would be a welcome addition to any show I host. My dear friend Céline Vacher beat me to the punch by booking Porch #8’s final act of the weekend, the indie pop duo Burn Party, for this year’s Los Feliz Holiday Extravaganza. Even the least experienced act to grace the yard at 4419, a duo named You Bad or Not, who were making their first ever appearance together, brought so much enthusiasm to playing that all in attendance were grateful to be able to celebrate their talent. The truth is that throughout 2025, we gained a lot of momentum in Los Feliz bringing forth local talent through a wide variety of events … There was the first annual Los Feliz Film Fest at the end of April. There was the first annual Los Feliz Writers Festival in August. There was Porchfest in November. The annual Holiday Extravaganza took place in early December and was bigger than ever before. And, of course, Debra and I have been thrilled to present amazing local talent as part of our ongoing “Viva Los Feliz” shows. What all these Los Feliz events, and others, have in common is that they reflect an important truth. Namely, that when the prevailing cultural conversation is not nourishing, it becomes incumbent upon us to start our own. Vuk Mitrovic of the Los Feliz Film Fest, Sammy Ginsberg and Dawn Socha of the Los Feliz Writers Festival, Hélène Udy of Porchfest, Céline Vacher of the Holiday Extravaganza, as well as our Cultural Affairs Committee co-chairs Brian Morrison and Jon Deutsch, and many others, like LFIA President Debra Matlock, are doing just that. They are creating spaces where local talent can be nurtured and where that talent can nourish those in attendance. I have no idea what the event was like for those elsewhere at Porchfest. Where Porch #8 was concerned, however, I know I am biased, but I honestly feel that of all the porches at Porchfest L.A. this year, the Fighting 8th was one of them. And I will fight anyone who disagrees with me. The Voice of Los Feliz is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. 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4 jan 2026 - 26 min
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The Voice of Los Feliz (podcast) Episode 14

Welcome! This episode is coming your way the day after Christmas (Boxing Day!). HOWEVER, it was supposed to come your way the day after Thanksgiving (Black Friday)! We won’t get into whose fault this one month delay is (spoiler: it IS host Phil Leirness’ fault). All we ask is that as you hit “play”, you close your eyes and pretend it’s the day after Thanksgiving! (Photo by Fernando A. Funes) Fernando A. Funes is not a resident of Los Feliz. In fact, he lives in Orange County. Still, the amount of hours on the road he logs each week traveling to Los Feliz and Glendale and Silver Lake in order to produce and perform in comedy, poetry and storytelling shows ought to entitle him to some sort of “honorary resident” status. Add to that the fact that these shows are absolutely terrific and that he is undeniably brilliant, and you have someone who would do credit to any neighborhood he calls home. And make no mistake, Fernando harbors a great deal of affection for Los Feliz! (Lily Holleman & Fernando at “Viva Los Feliz: Architecture” - Photo by Larry Underhill) Somaya Etemad is a local architect and artist. She is active in the community and she knows how to fly! Her story is truly inspiring and her hard-won gratitude for life is profoundly moving. (Violin by Somaya Etemad) As always, musical director Jon Lawlor keeps your toes tapping, and stalwart announcer Marc Hershon tickles your funny bone. Just remember: it’s the day after Thanksgiving! The Voice of Los Feliz is a reader/listener-supported publication. To receive new posts and shows and support my work, please consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit philleirness.substack.com/subscribe [https://philleirness.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2]

26 dec 2025 - 1 h 26 min
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