Venezuela Migrant Gangs taking over Aurora Colorado apartment complexes with AK assault rifles...Chicago too...

and kidnapping and trafficking is their specialty...

I’m sure we are all aware of this story by now, and that it will be coming to a city near you.

I lived in L.A. for 25 years. The crime was bad there, even back in the 80’s and 90’s. Even though I moved many times, I mostly found myself in the Hollywood area. It’s where all the recording studios were located and I loved getting studio work. The last place I lived in L.A. was a darling two-story courtyard apartment that was two blocks south of Paramount Studios and used to be the place where Paramount “housed” their starlets that were under contract. Can you just imagine being there in those days? It had a huge bay window looking out onto the courtyard that spanned the whole wall on that side of the living room/MY MIDI STUDIO. Absolute Heaven!

I survived a lot of madness though - earthquakes that shook and cracked our stucco walls and emptied our fridges, the fires that surrounded the complex on every side for three straight days during the Rodney King riots with the national guard camping in the courtyard, muggings AT GUNPOINT, constantly followed home, and car theft - my car was stolen five times.

I shall digress…

I always got my car back since I quickly got smart and got a locking gas cap, but each time I got it back it was trashed, more and more. I actually got to know the detective who would kindly come to my place and take my statement. We became friends - no, not like that - shame on you - he was just a great guy who liked hanging out with the Diva for a drink and a chat. He filled me in on so much of what was going on in the city. It was harrowing to hear. He told me back then that the gangs in South America have schools where they teach the thug criminals the ins and outs of ripping off Americans. They even receive diplomas when they graduate. And there are refresher courses as new scams and tactics are invented/devised.

I mostly lived alone almost all of the time that I was there, and I would be coming home from my gigs around 2:30 in the AM, and there were always gangs on the corner - or sometimes I would get home at 5:00 AM, if I stumbled into an after hours club in the hood - which was so fun after a gig, but at which time the gangs had knocked off and went to bed.

I was one of the few white girls allowed and welcomed in to this colorful exclusive after hours den, thanks to Redd Fox who caught my show at a jazz club, Nucleus Nuance, swept me away, took me in and introduced me to the owner. The owner, BJ, asked me what I did. I told him I was a singer/songwriter. I had a tape of my original songs on a cassette (always carried a few with me) that I handed him and told him he could keep it. He took me into his back-room office, put the cassette on, loudly (YES!), and was listening intently - and loving it - he then proceeded to lay out some luscious lines…and handed me a hundred dollar bill…Awesome!!! And I was in…anytime I wanted to go there myself! And I could even bring my “crackah” frenzzz! Score! And “score.”

Digressing…again…screams of consciousness, and all…sorry, I swerved back down memory lane for a minute, and now I want to write a stack on my brushes with greatness and my years of performing in L.A.’s most decadent and awesome jazz club, Nucleus Nuance. I wonder if it’s still “live?”

So many heightened experiences…so little time…but…

Maybe look for a stack about the Nucleus Nuance and my after hours “handler” Redd Fox and all of the amazing people I met from performing there. Do I have some amazing stories to tell…!!! Remind me!

But…back on track here. Things are getting very dangerous out there…the invaders will be full-on deployed, and soon, and there will be total chaos, boots on our faces, with no one coming to the rescue. And it is all by design…the monsters want us paralyzed with fear and/or dead. Never forget that.

Even the neighborhood page now reads like a horror novel, so always be vigilant, armed and dangerous…you are your own bodyguard.

Here’s Forbidden News’ stack…

Stories from Aurora, Colorado: "You Cannot Tell Me that Our Government Isn't Involved in the Venezuelan Gang Situation"

Stay vigilant, my frenzzz

Here’s the song I wrote and produced in my humble midi studio in my living room (which WAS the studio) over those three smoke-filled days while I was locked down, surrounded on four sides by raging fires, during the Rodney King riots…

And yes…it is all programmed…my instruments were everywhere ready to be touched - which worked great for this control freak Diva, and the production has, IMO, that clean sweet sound of the midi studio era…thus, no satanic big-shot music producers ever touched my music…so turn it up…

Paradise Lost