the thing with feathers

To Glendale this evening to see The History of Sound - much recommended if you want to feel really weepy - although the locations were a little off ... it's hard to make New Jersey look and feel like Maine, Kentucky, and the British countryside.  Oh, and Tarquinia substituted for Rome.  But the ethnomusicology/collecting folk songs in the early twentieth century was well done, in a calculated-nostalgia way.  Hope, however ... not much on show.  The feathers had molted.  And hope of an excellent Indian dinner at the All India restaurant on Brand was - defeated.  Not that it was bad, but one could find something better on Wimbledon Broadway, and if this is (as advertised) the best Indian food in LA county ... well, no, it can't be.  At least I managed to get back to see Clayton Kershaw pitch his final regular season innings ...