When touring the US the weird, magical space of HM 157 has been the Los Angeles home of The Druid Underground Film Festival, the big back yard sprawling with mismatched furniture situated between two outdoor campers and a giant mansion the easy-going backdrop for frolicking strangers and friends. Built back in 1886, the house, Historical Monument #157 on the California Landmark list and located in the Lincoln Heights section of Los Angeles was home to murderer Horace P. Dibble, a real estate office and other typical SoCal enterprises.
My first time there was probably around 2007. After a day of getting twisted with my buddies down at the LA river we rode our bikes to where we had heard a "dance" was taking place. Not a “dance party” but a “dance”. Coming up on the big spooky white house we took a second to drink in the overgrown fauna and echoing music, locked up our bikes and got psyched. Following the trail to the back yard, a hardcore SQUARE DANCE was in full effect with more colored lights than an Italian horror movie. Folks were letting go in every direction, a weird paradise.
The first night the Druid Underground Film Fest held a screening at HM157 was the first time we pulled in over 100 audience members. We dedicated a lifetime achievement award to one of my favorite living filmmakers, Damon Packard, did a live interview with artist John Geary, drank and laughed. It was a great, celebratory night of cinema.
Although DUFF was established in LA and had exhibited all over the city, no other venue surpassed the kaleidoscopic mix of weirdos who gathered their energy there.
On Friday May 1st of this year, at 5:45 pm a fire broke out in a shed in the backyard. The blaze leveled the backyard airstream, an RV and damaged surrounding buildings. When Charon Nogues moved in in 2008, 3110 Broadway was a run down, overgrown dump that took years to turn around. But with the help of a tight group of artists, the stuffy old Victorian officially transformed into HM 157, emerging as a stomping ground for bands, lecturers and artists. I caught up with Charon online to discuss the crushing blow and possibilities of the future.
BURGESS: Who are the founders of the space?
CHARON: I am one of the 3 founders of HM157. Reid Maxwell is my co-founder. The third founder has been gone since 2009. My husband & I live in the HM157 attic.
|Firefighters getting wet at HM157|
BURGESS: What happened? How did the fire start?
CHARON: We're not sure how the fire started. But it happened in the work-shed area. The house is OK.
Two residents have lost everything. Luckily one was in San Francisco and his elderly cat was elsewhere. Josephine, who lived in the Airstream, salvaged her guitar & her ukelele, which were completely intact though the cases were busted open by a fireman’s axe.
BURGESS: What have some of the immediate struggles been for HM157?
CHARON: The scariest thing is the insurance assholes came by for our info, saying shit like, "you in big trouble!" The rude ass laundromat owner walked into our backyard last night with a thug & flashlights, saying things like; "We know what you were doing here" and "you had a grow lab over there"…
|Charon Nogues rocking DUFF swag during HM157 restoration|
BURGESS: What’s next?
CHARON: Well… We're taking it as an opportunity for a clean slate. My husband Gaston Nogues had moved into the attic with me in Sept, to help reimagine the whole aesthetic/functional dynamic of the space. Thus far it's been a slow evolution made of what ever is handy & affordable. At this stage we get to decide how to represent ourselves after we fix all the damage done to the neighboring properties. This time solar power in conjunction with an upgraded power system, faux bois outdoor seating, shade/weather structures, hospitality outfitting and a more efficient outdoor kitchen. And get building permits!
Check out the HM157 website for updates and find out how you can help get the space back on its feet: