Journal 00368 - FRAGRANCE JOURNEY - 10.10.2017

RAINBOW BAR

"The notorious Rainbow Bar on Sunset Strip was founded when the word rainbow signified peace and freedom. Think Pamela Courson, sex, drugs and rock´n´roll."

I´m at the hush-hush security area of Van Nuy´s airport, waiting for my new employer V. S. I´m excited, bored to death and a bit nervous. Next level – here I fucking come.

I have been hanging around this lounge for four days now and been getting hourly updates regarding my employer´s whereabouts. And finally. He’s arriving, through the glass doors I see this persona coming down the stairs from the small jet. Super tight yellow shorts, way too short leather jacket, long sweeping hair and boots. Small tote over his shoulder. I rest my case. This guy is an icon.

First thing he says: ”Howdy man. Have you got any coke?” My head spins and I do a double take. He is asking for coke now? It´s 3.30 am. How the heck am I going to get hold of anything stronger than coffee at this hour? I grab my phone and start flicking through my contacts for Doctor Emergency´s details. If I don´t get hold of this special order I might loose my job before I even started it. However, V.S chuckles. ”It´s all right son. I meant Coca Cola.”

He produces a brand new bottle of Jack Daniels from his bag and snaps it open. Relieved, I enter the lounge area and push the button of the vending machine for a soda. I return to V.S with the can of Coke and say: ”You want ice with that?” He has already enjoyed what must be an impressive exact amount of 33 cl while I was away fetching the drink. There is a moment of silence while he empties the soda into the liquor. ”No, son. But you can drop me off at the Rainbow ”

A celebration of the 80s when the rock scene ruled the strip in L.A. For all the groupies, the endless parties, the indulgence and the beautiful corpses.

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