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by bev steel

aka @miserableoldhagaf

I'm an artist, performer, actor, event planner, and most importantly a hair salon receptionist. Below you can read all about my adventures pursuing entertainment and living life in Los Angeles. This blog is for people who finished Daisy Jones and The Six and are looking for something to do with their time.

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Sometime in May 2023, we had about a month left on our lease at the house in North Hollywood. AND GOOD RIDDANCE considering it was essentially a tiny home - with no heat. One of our roommates had decided to get her own place, so Sam and I were on an apartment search. We saw a few cute spots; one on Los Feliz Boulevard that was on the market a little too early for our moving sched, and another that was perfect except for the fact that it had a white lady landlord with dreads named Ursula. She seemed alright, but to be a white lady landlord with dreads named Ursula is a red-flag in itself. 
Barboo, my mom, had been staying in the Hollywood Hills with an old friend and was looking for a place. She had told us, “if I see something perfect for the three of us, I’ll call you and tell you to come meet me ASAP… but don’t get your hopes up.” 
One night, I pulled some cards from my favorite tarot deck. It was a gift from my Gramps, a deck called The Witches’ Tarot by Ellen Cannon Reed. The images are these 1980s style cartoons, with silver pentagrams on a black backdrop on the other side. Despite having completely different meanings than the traditional Rider Waite deck, they’re the only tarot cards I have that are always right. One of the cards I pulled that night, the ten of wands, depicts a person holding up an image of a home with the actual home in the background. The other card I pulled showed a blonde kid and a redheaded kid running on a lawn in front of a large house. 
The next day, we got a call from Barboo to come see a house she was touring… ASAP. I forget where I was, work or something, but I didn’t go to the initial walkthrough. Sam called me and told me the home was fabulous. They took it on the spot. 
The home on Chiquita Street was magical. It looked very similar to the house on the tarot card I had pulled the night before PLUS I’m blonde and Sam’s a redhead. The big backyard sealed the deal for me, I knew I’d have the boys back there building a stage in no time. The house was timeless, it looked like it hadn’t been updated since it was originally purchased in 1949. Of course, the developer had the interior poorly spray painted white and the floors had been replaced but never stained. There was rust in the showers and only one burner on the stovetop worked. It was flawed, but it was special.
After a few ghostly run-ins, (my Mom heard a wolf-whistle while wallpapering the upstairs bar and my phone flew across the room on its own - twice) I paid $1.27 on some website to find out who the original owners were. We learned that the house had previously been owned by Gene Cipriano and his family. Upon further research, we discovered that Gene was the most recorded jazz session musician in history. This was music to Barboo’s ears, as she’s the ultimate jazz lover (she’s released two jazz albums). Barboo was floored when she accidentally opened some mail meant for Gene, a package that included a list of all of his work and features, everything from Some Like it Hot to Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga. That was the start of a long, incredible summer in LA.



That’s all I got at the moment. 
LOVE,
BEVY!!!
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Updated: Dec 22, 2023

Here we go....

PART TWO!

NOW, please excuse me if I seem to forget things in this time line. I was sm*king p*t a significant amount and perhaps I sho



uld not put that on the internet for future employers to see but I SWEAR I know how to make an excel spreadsheet so my lapse in memory is frankly, irrelevant.


I suppose it all began when I met Isaac. Isaac and I met on the rooftop of a swanky hotel where he gifted me a diamond necklace immediately upon seeing me and confessed his undying love. Just kidding, we met on hinge. SBDC is really just one big and profitless ad for hinge.


Our first date was November 2022 at Tiki No, a mediocre tiki themed bar in Noho. It's actually super cute but there's nothing to do other than drink $15 tiki themed drinks. Occasionally they have karaoke, like the night we went - but there isn't much of stage. Isaac sang Total Eclipse of The Heart with a short mullet and shirt with no buttons. I could see the dancing skeletons tattooed on his torso. Swoon. I sang Garden Grove poorly and then redeemed myself with Teenage Dirtbag. We drank $15 tiki themed drinks and made out outside the bar.


Weeks passed and I started spending a lot of time in the Glendale back house that Isaac, Conner, and Chris shared. The first time Isaac drove me home he told me that the three of them were considering signing a lease at the house I had ended up renting with my friends and roomies Sam and Eva. When we toured the house, the landlord told us that three boys were contemplating signing the lease and if we wanted it we had to take it right then. So we did. At the time I thought it was a bluff, until I found out Isaac and his roommates were the ones we stole it from. Hilarious news, the universe works in mysterious ways.


Isaac, Chris, and Conner would sit outside in their backyard playing guitar, smoking cigarettes, and brainstorming. The backyard had lights strung up, license plates secured to a fence, Tibetan flags, and a printed Beastie Boys tapestry. The boys had an idea for a group called Sunday Brunch and Dinner Club (name creds to Saac). We started cooking brunch on Sunday and the boys would jam out. I'd sing along or just hang out. Eventually, we started talking next steps and summer rolled around. Cue Mary Jane's Last Dance. Enter... The house on Chiquita St.


That's all I got for now.

Love, BEVY!!!

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It's pouring rain in Los Angeles. I'm sitting at the front desk staring out at the swamp that has formed in place of Ventura Boulevard. A woman in the first salon chair compliments my cowboy boots. "I got them in Nashville." She tells me she read an article in LA Times or the LA Something about the up-and-coming country music scene. So, I tell her I know a little something about the scene. Not everything, but I do know a lot of musicians - plus D5 is all the rage, and it's a cowboy bar! I tell her I've been thinking about starting a music blog, so my friends have someone else to promote them other than themselves. She says it's a very generous thought but I reassure her that it would ultimately benefit me. Let's not forget about numero uno.


I don't know if anyone reads blogs anymore. I certainly don't, other than ienjoymusic.net which I think is fab. I have plenty of stories to tell and my new years resoloosh is to journal more, so this is essentially the same thing.


Tune into my next blog post where I'll write about how this whole SBDC thing got started. It's only been a year but there's a lot of ground to cover.


Love,

Bevy


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