Mike, I totally agree. It's just too easy to meet and find people in "the biz" here. They're practically falling out of the trees! For anyone on the way up and looking to immerse themselves and make connections, there's no substitute for LA.
Completely by coincidence, two of my three neighbors are audio people - one is the guy who's mixed all of Tom Petty's live albums for the last few decades, and the other is a re-recording mixer on the stage at Warner Bros.
I met the Tom Petty guy shortly after we moved to this house, at the semi-annual brush fire awareness / neighborhood evacuation planning get together. Had no idea he was mixing Petty across the ravine from me.
I knew my other neighbor from the same brush fire meetings, knew he was an audio guy, but didn't really know much more than that - until I was doing my routine pre-dub tech call to the stage to talk about how many stems, how many surrounds, etc. on the score I was about to print. I got the number for the stage, called 'em up, and dude picks up the phone like, "Hey Charlie. What's up man?" I was a little confused, but said, "Hi, my name is blah blah and I'll be delivering a score to your stage in a couple of weeks, and I just wanted to talk tech specs and stuff..." He was like, "Yeah, I know. It's Dan. Your NEIGHBOR. I'm the lead mixer on that film." Took me a minute to glom onto the fact that yes, the mixer on the stage was the neighbor whose pool I'd been lounging beside the month before.
All of the guys from every band in history live within a 45 minute drive (even in traffic). Even out here in the sticks, , people like Scott Ian from Anthrax is half a mile down the road, Cliff Martinez is up on the mesa, Uncle Al Jourgenson is maybe six miles down the hill, and on the way to his house you drive right by Michael Boddicker's place. Pretty much everyone I've ever made a record with, even the guys from my years in NYC, are out here. Someone is always having a screening of their indie film, there's always an SCL (Society of Composers and Lyricists) meetup happening, and then there's Richard Gibbs' Composer Breakfast Club:
The Composers Breakfast Club began in 2013 in Malibu, CA. There are featured presenters every week. All are invited to attend and partake. Being a composer is not a requirement - indeed, many regulars are actors, singers, engineers, producers, and even the odd architect or two. Name tags will always
www.composersbreakfastclub.org
.... which is a great way to network by the beach in Malibu (it's virtual since Covid, but hopefully will start up in-person soon), and we even have our own mini-version in Topanga. Then there's the NAMM show, SynthPlex, Perfect Circuit, Vintage King, more Sam Ash and Banjo Center stores than you'll ever need, Rosen Sound for your vintage synth repairs (and rentals!), the awesome Pro Drum Shop, and tons of luthiers and custom guitar shops. S.I.R, Third Encore, and Mates rehearsal spaces, gear lockers, cartage.... it's all here. Studios? Fuhgeddaboutit. East-West, United (formerly Ocean Way), Capitol, Conway, Cherokee.... endless.
Need a custom pedalboard built for tour? Custom road cases? A lighting truss? A rental on a MemoryMoog and a vintage u47 or 251? North Hollywood baby. Drive on over, no shipping needed. Maybe stop by Perfect Circuit on the way back, play with 1,000 EuroRack modules, and bring a couple home with you right then and there.
Can't swing a broken DX7 without hitting a musician or composer. Book a rehearsal space at Mates and guaranteed you'll run into somebody whose records you own. And of course there's the organized intern program at RCP and Bleeding Fingers, and many other smaller composers have similar programs. 30-60-90 days to prove you're worthy, then the paychecks start. Nowadays, with that durn internet and all, it's waaayyy easier then back in the pre-cellphone, 1-800-SkyPage era when I got here.
So, yeah. For anyone who's not in their sixties and thinking of semi-retirement in Hawaii, LA is still the epicenter and worth the expense / hassle / risk. It's downright exhilarating to be just down the street from so much action. Even at my advanced age, I still feel the rush. Whenever I spend time outside the bubble, I miss it.
Hell, I came here from NYC to work a one-month gig for a tv-movie score with the composer who'd hired me out of Sam Ash 48th st., and I wound up never leaving! I made a decent living driving around Mandeville Canyon and the Palisades with my MPC-60 doing drum programming for hit-making songwriters, and those were just late-eighties demo writing sessions! How'd I find those gigs? An old high school band-mate (from Vermont!) who had moved here and was engineering those writing sessions. How'd I find NIN? And old college buddy who was producing music videos. At no point did I submit a resume or look in the classifieds or have a website / TikTok / Facebook / SnapCloudChatBook. All I had was a pager, address book, an MPC, and a crappy but reliable car.
Entertainment shit just falls out of the sky here, but if you want it to land on your head you have to be on the street when it drops.