February 23, 2026 (David Friedman)

Folks, in the last blog I mentioned The Pat/Friedman Tour, a walking and driving excursion through the northeastern sector of Northridge (but centered in the White Oak Avenue corridor) that featured the disclosure, by Pat Forducci and David Friedman, of "locations of interest" (criminal incidents unknown to me before this night) that occurred in the 1980s. The Tour took place during a party I attended in that area in October 2010. I was invited to this party by David Friedman, who picked me up from Pearl's house and drove me to it. 

David Friedman, if you knew him, seemed friendly enough, if troubled and self-centered. He only ever talked about himself and his endless grief from work and his family life. In all situations, he painted himself as the victim, but in truth, David Friedman was a predator, at least as a young adult.

I happen to know this from what he did to me in early 1983.

Some context: David Friedman's dad died suddenly on January 7, 1983, at age 49. David was not yet 20. I recall him observing a traditional Jewish mourning period of several weeks. At the time, I barely knew him. My focus was on Lilly and my music. I was 22 and naive, as I would discover over four decades later.

In 1983, David Friedman knew more about my life than I did. The secret parts, anyway. His dad, Albert Norman Friedman, had worked at Lockheed's Skunk Works and was therefore a high-clearance individual with DoD connections. When his dad died, and after his period of mourning ended, David felt freed up.

No one was left to restrict him. No one to tell him what to do.

David was a sociopath, and what he did, now that his dad was dead, was to take from the family closet some classified electronic gear his dad had stashed, from Lockheed or Korea or wherever. He took these gadgets and brought them to my house, where he used them to take advantage of me. I'm talking about the "scanners" that would later be used on me by various bad guys (whom we all know) during the horrific summer of 1989.

David Friedman introduced these devices into the group of our "friends" in January '83, when he was 19 and I was 22.

I will now tell you about a memory I have, blocked for over forty years but recovered in 2025, of being in a courtroom with David Friedman and at least one of his sisters. His mother may have been there, also. Someone had filed a case against him for what he did to me.

I can picture him in front of me in a line outside the Van Nuys Courthouse. Have you been there? It's a distinctive setting. We were waiting to enter the building, and I can see Freidman attempting to speak to me in line, to try to influence the case against him. His attempt didn't work. Someone shut him down on my behalf. Lys? I don't know. Lys (or Ann) always seemed to be there in these situations.

In another memory, even clearer, we were with Friedman's sisters in a judge's chamber in a downtown LA courtroom. This was a different occasion. Folks, I attended TWO court dates with these people over what David Friedman did to me. His sisters testified for him. I think Lys was there on my behalf. I don't recall anyone else but perhaps my Mom?

Folks, the judge (or court commissioner) was only there to ARBITRATE. I don't know what her decision was, but I definitely recall her saying to the assembled, "You're aware I have to seal this record."

True story.

Thus, somewhere in the records of the crooked, occult Los Angeles County Court system is the paperwork of this David Friedman case. 

On another occasion, likely also in 1983, I found myself INSIDE the Friedman house. The context of how this happened is not yet clear, but his remaining family was Cult. I could tell you things about that night that would make your head spin. Basically, it was a sting operation into which I was "inserted" as a wedge. Bad guys whom we all know were present. A helicopter was overhead. It was a big time LAPD operation on the people in that house at that time. True Story, yet completely covered up because Northridge is porno and cult central, involving CSUN and extending all the way up to California State politics. Cocaine runs California, and especially Hollywood, and coke is controlled by cartels, who have an uneasy alliance with rich California long-term connected pols like Gavin Newsom and the Pelosis. The Left Wing pols in this state are pure evil and criminal. Child abuse on a demonic scale is connected to Hollywood and this can be shown by the extra horrific 1976 event at the Devonshire House next to Northridge Park. I was present at this event as a 16 year old witness. 

Hollywood (no matter how much money it generates) must be ENTIRELY SHUT DOWN. We cannot continue to live in a 24/7 disposable "news cycle" where only the turnaround matters, where one murder is followed by the next, and everyone is famous for three minutes.

But yeah...if you guys wanna do something HARD CORE (and make yourself a legend), do a relentless Los Angeles County FOIA on those sealed court records from the 1983 David Friedman case (involving me). Those records exist (unless they've been destroyed), and you can find them.

In closing, David Friedman was a bad guy, a sociopath. He did bring me my beautiful dog Alice (who begat the beautiful Trixie), and he did attempt to tell the truth in October 2010, when he and Pat Forduccenburger made their many revelations on the Pat/Friedman Tour. But he was still all fucked up, though not as much as some of his associates. 

Thanks for reading, tons of love.

February 15, 2025 (The Miracle and Kennedy High)

Hi folks, and Happy Belated Valentine's Day. I hope it was a good day for you. I walked down to Maple last night, hoping for a repeat of the 2023 Valentine's Day Miracle. It didn't happen, but I stood on the grassy hill, trying to recall what we said. I remember a lady with a phone or a tablet that showed a list of topics we were not supposed to discuss. I don't want to say any more about that night (because I feel I shouldn't), but there were other people present, and if I'm not mistaken, part of the Miracle was filmed.

Most of you know that things sometimes happen to me that I don't remember, and thus am not aware of until years (or even decades) later. That's because my memory gets blocked, and that's what happened in this case. I didn't remember the Valentine's Day Miracle until three months ago, in November 2025. I'm not sure exactly what triggered the memory, but I confirmed it by meditating to fill in the details. Since it was a genuine Miracle, I wanted (and needed) to make sure it really happened; that it wasn't my wishful thinking.

And yes, it really did. And it leaves me optimistic. That's all I am comfortable saying.

Let's see, what else can I tell you? Have we done the Kennedy concert? Have I mentioned driving to Kennedy High School last Fall? I thought I hadn't been back there since the day of my band's lunchtime gig, in January or February 1982, but returning last November triggered yet another blocked memory of being taken to the school by Pat Forducci and David Friedman (both now deceased), between 2010 and 2014. I'm working to pin down an exact date. On a side note, have I told you about The Pat/Friedman Tour? It occurred in October 2010, during a party. Pat and Friedman brought me outside, drove me around, and showed me some lifechanging things. Both wanted out of a situation they were in. I don't know what they gained by telling me what they told me, and showing me the locations we drove to, but on another day, their "tour" continued, and on that occasion, they took me to Kennedy High School. Pat and Friedman knew secrets about my life that I hadn't been aware of, and at Kennedy, they showed me the front gate, asked me what I remembered about playing there, and insinuated that something unusual had happened. I asked what it was.

"You'll remember it," they said. When I asked why they couldn't just tell me what it was, they said something like, "We're not supposed to be showing you any of this stuff." They said they'd gotten in trouble last time they did it (at the October 2010 party).

"You'll remember it eventually," they repeated about Kennedy.

Curious about that show (and even moreso after a meditation brought back recollections), I drove up there last November, and the first thing that struck me was "what a weird place to put a humongous high school". Have you ever seen Kennedy High? It's gigantic. I thought Cleveland was big, but this school, by my estimate, is half again as large. On top of that, it has an enormous quad, and a two-story main building. The design still looks futuristic even though the school was built in 1960. But the weirdest thing of all is the way it seems to have been "cut"  or "spliced into" an old residential neighborhood - the narrow, curving  streets of which are dwarfed by the behemoth school. One street is particularly unusual: a stark, chopped-off cul-de-sac that runs into the monolithic wall of the 118 freeway.

Drive there yourself and check it out.

As I walked around the school, I tried to recall the concert 44 years earlier. Before this, for decades, when I thought of the Kennedy gig, all I remembered was the purple & black striped leotard I wore, and that we opened with Judas Priest's "Solar Angels." I also remembered a woman, who was there with her teenage daughter, asking if I was Italian (because of my dark wavy hair). 

But in November 2025, when I walked around back, to the north end of the school property, where the parking lot is, I remembered a different set of circumstances.

Something weird happened at our Kennedy concert. 

This sense became acute by the parking lot on the school's north side. I had the feeling of being detained there, and that others were detained as well. And, I had the strange feeling that an altercation took place in the concrete breezeway behind the platform we performed on, located on the quad. 

I mentioned my friend Ed in the previous blog. Go back and read it if you need to. Ed may have been at the Kennedy concert, watching from the sidelines with his pals. This memory came to the surface during my November 2025 visit, while I stood and looked at the parking lot. I felt there was an argument or fight between Ed and some other people, perhaps even one of my bandmates. I could swear that Ed knew about Zilch, and was pissed that anyone would steal from musicians, which started the fight I have mentioned. Ed's brother joined in, and a singer they worked with. Another acquaintance fought against them.

At the school, I got the strong feeling that I was brought into a classroom to get me away from this battle. I think my street clothes were in there. A military person was in the room, too. He explained what was going on.

Later, in the parking lot, some of the detainees, including the singer I mentioned, were loaded into buses. 

I remember being in a vehicle that took me somewhere after the concert, due to the fracas that erupted. Apparently, certain people were watching that show from the shadows (in the breezeway) because of what I went through after the Zilch Robbery, which is looking like a huge can of worms. 

This is why it's so important to create an accurate 1982 timeline. We need to know the exact date of the Kennedy Concert. We also need to know exactly what occurred on the day of the Zilch Robbery, after Lilly pointed out the loose window glass.

I think something huge happened at the Golden Glenn studio on the night of Zilch, and I have reasons for stating this. That incident set off a chain of events that included what happened at Kennedy, and changed the course of that year for me and my perpetual Valentine.

Thanks for reading. Tons of love.

February 1, 2026 (One from the Heart and Mustangs)

Hi folks. We're going back to 1982 again. I wrote about Francis Ford Coppola's "One from the Heart" a few months ago, and I want to revisit the screening I attended with Lillian on Valentine's Day '82, because I have new information. Over the years, I've occasionally thought about that movie, not just for it's incredible art direction and the fact that it broke Zoetrope Studios, but because (despite the critics), I thought it was a very good romantic film, with a beautiful, hopeful ending, and also because in memory, I associated a melancholy feeling with seeing it that day, with Lilly, at what I long thought was a theater in North Hollywood or maybe at Laemmle Universal. For the record, my strongest memory-image from the film was of Frederick Forrest singing "You Are My Sunshine" to Terri Garr.

Last year, I found the dvd of "One from the Heart" at the library, re-watched it for the first time in over forty years and wrote a blog about it, as noted. And because I now had this latent sense of an incomplete memory about our movie date on February 14, 1982, and because the screening occurred just two weeks after the Zilch Robbery (involving my band members), and also our gig at Kennedy High School, I knew I needed to meditate on the whole scenario. I did so, and lo and behold, I learned (with some additional Googling) that Lilly and I in fact saw "One from the Heart" not in North Hollywood but at Grauman's Chinese Theater, and that - indeed - it was a premier screening, for which tickets had to be specially ordered. My meditation revealed that at least one of the film's stars was there: Terri Garr. And maybe Frederick Forrest, too, but certainly other cast and crew members, including perhaps an assistant director, and there were speeches made about the making of the film, and dedications. One speaker mentioned the significance of its release on Valentine's Day, which he related to the power of love.

And then I remembered this: there were two interlopers who tried to crash the party. Terry and Dennis. I hate to even mention them, but they are unfortunately part of this story. They may or may not have had tickets to the movie, but they caused a scene, directed at Lilly and me, and I believe they were thrown out of the theater after disrupting the proceedings. Whoever was speaking on the stage at that time remarked on the interruption, and when the movie was over, Lilly and I were offered an escort to my car (or our separate cars). I'm not sure if we drove there together or met at the theater, but I believe Lys was present and acted as an intermediary.

Anyhow, I remembered that Terry Meissner, who had an outsized sense of his importance in the world, said that Terri Garr had "smiled at him" in the theater. He talked about that for days afterward, and it not only proves that he and Dennis were at the screening, but it also showed Terry's delusional narcissism. He later had similar fantasies about Mary Steenburgen, whom Dennis met in Florida during the filming of "Cross Creek". Dennis later interacted with Malcolm McDowell, Mary's husband. Terry (who was close to Dennis at the time) was obsessed with Mary Steenburgen for a while, and talked about her as if he knew her, using a crude reference for her last name.

The important takeaway for "One from the Heart" is that it was a special screening at Grauman's Chinese, and that film crew and actors spoke beforehand (emphasizing the Valentine's Day motif), and also that, when the speeches were interrupted by a commotion in the audience (the dispute between the ushers and Dennis and Terry), the person onstage NOTED THIS INTERRUPTION. Whomever was speaking pointed out the two individuals who tried to crash the party, and it was a serious enough incident that Lillian and I were offered an escort out of the theater and to our car or cars when the movie was over. True Story!

I've been doing pinpoint memory recovery for early 1982, and have also recollected an incident at my house (9032) involving the same two individuals, and an Easter Basket that Lilly brought me on April 11 of that year. It was Easter Sunday. Long story short, these guys stole my Easter Basket, which may seem like just a stupid prank, but it was more than that, because Dennis, in particular, was on a rampage after being outed by Dave Small for the Zilch Robbery on February 1 (44 years ago to this very day). Terry was in cahoots with him at the time. 1982 (my first full calendar year as Lilly's boyfriend) was marred with many violent incidents involving Dennis, which were subsequently blocked from my memory. One was the terrifying overnight "kidnap" in his white pickup truck that I mentioned in a recent blog.  

I want to also tell you about Malia's birthday party, which occurred at her house in March '82 (and at which something extremely scary happened), but that may have to wait for another blog because I need to talk about Pearl's Broken Hip, an event that took place on January 1, 2010, close to 28 years after the Zilch Robbery, and the Kennedy High concert, and the screening of "One from the Heart". Pearl's hip was broken nearly three decades later, and yet at least one of the same players was involved.

Can you guess which one? I thought you could.

A complete run-down of that event will have to wait, but for now I want to talk about the aftermath - what occurred after Pearl was injured and was taken away in an ambulance, when the situation was being covered up.

As you guys know, it was covered up. The participants had to adhere to a Storyline. I'm sure the EMT who attended to Pearl was told to keep quiet. In my memory, "official people" appeared at the house, among others, but what stands out is the car I was put into.

I was placed inside a car that was going to leave the scene of this incident. The location of this car was in a driveway on Pearl's street. I'll refrain from giving the exact location.

The aftermath was hectic, to say the least. Several people wanted to ride in this car, so many that straws were drawn (so to speak). One of the people chosen was put in the back seat with me. His name was Ed. The kicker is that Ed may have been at the Kennedy High School concert, 28 years earlier, in January/February 1982. It turned out, unknown to me before then, that Ed was a friend of mine. 

But while the riders were being selected, a young woman wanted in. Her appearance is clear in my conscious memory. She had a "sponsor", a lady who was vouching for her, who claimed the gal knew me from a "past association". I call her Katie. She was not chosen by the others to be one of the passengers in our car, but they agreed to give her five minutes to talk to me in the back seat. She said she had once met or known me, and she showed me some scars on her back or her neck. I've since remembered her from a 1982 incident at a house party on Aldea Street in Northridge. I call her "All American Katie" because I believe this terrible incident at her house happened on the Fourth of July and because, in my memory, she was sitting at a piano in her living room, wearing an American flag halter. Strangely (and astoundingly), I also associate her with a little girl I knew from my childhood in Reseda, named Katie McCormick.

Mustangs are also associated with Katie, and with other memories, and by Mustangs, I mean both the car and the mascot for Andasol Avenue Elementary School in Northridge. 

In the January 2010 "getaway" car (which was not a Mustang), I remember her showing me the scars on her back, then asking if she could give me a hug. I said okay, then she got out of the car because her alloted time was up, and the rest of us, including Ed, drove away.

If I had to guess all the people in that car, I'd say Ann, me and Ed, and maybe Lillian, Lys and Helen.

We drove around and stopped at a Denny's or other all-night restaurant.

The rest of the night is vague, and though the story doesn't end there, that's all I have time for today.

Thanks for reading, tons of love.