Chaos and Creativity

In 1977 I was third in line for the first showing of Star Wars on its opening day at the Coronet theater in San Francisco. It was the first time I had ever seen people line up for a movie. The atmosphere was incredible. A movie the studios anticipated would do little business was on its way to becoming a cultural phenomenon. At twelve years old, Star Wars had radically changed my life by introducing me to filmmaking. Little did I know its author, George Lucas, along with filmmakers Francis Fo...

It’s a classic Kimi and Lou episode of best laid plans. They start by talking about how professional creatives are now digital janitors to AI slop, then quickly get lost in the woods talking about Universal Basic Income, Phoebe Waller Bridge’s Flea Bag and myriad other topics loosely tied to the main topic. “Loosely” is doing a lot of work in that previous sentence. Mentioned in This Episode Flea Bag by Phoebe Waller BridgeNo Time to Die featuring Daniel CraigThe Guardian: Freelancers a...

I’ll admit to having a ridiculously pedestrian perception of classical music artists. Pianists specifically. Call it lack of direct exposure, or maybe too much Bugs Bunny when I was a kid. Or maybe, maybe, maybe it’s the awe I feel when I watch a pianist play with a supernova-like intensity that I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced. Is this envy? Insecurity? Probably a blend. My next guest, classical pianist Dorothy Robbins, was kind enough to set me straight when she visited the Chaos & Cr...

We’ve all been there. Stuck in traffic, running late, woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Caught a mood from somebody else. Barista didn’t quite get your morning coffee right. And what started as a crap moment begins to seem like a crap day, a crap week, a crap life. You. Are. Spiraling. You know you might pull other people in with you. What happens next? In this minisode, Kimi and Lou share their secret inner sages’ insights into pulling out of emotional tailspins before minor mood changes...

If you look at map of Los Angeles, you’ll see where I used to live on Kittyhawk Avenue is in close proximity the airport. There was a hide-a-key near the back door. If you knew me, or knew someone who knew me, you were welcome to stay— on the couch if I was in town, or in the bedroom if I was out of town. If you stayed more than two nights, compensation was a bottle of wine or bourbon. That included epic breakfasts if I didn’t have an early call time on any given morning. Another quality of m...