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#11 BEACH MUSIC: A time of tans, blonds and hot pants

Beach Music, an On the Street Where I Livestories is really a tale of two cities; San Juan, Puerto Rico and Santa Monica, California. It was originally published in the LA Times Sunday Magazine.

Beach Music We came to California from Canada, with a detour to Puerto Rico that lasted one endless summer of a year. A year in which I turned 15, and my hair turned blond from living in the sun. “Psst,” the boys and men would call after me in the blue-cobbled streets of San Juan. “Psst! Hey, blondie. Psst! Hey, cutie pie.” I was devastated when my parents said we had to go, that it was time to leave the island so that my older brother, Russell, could get a first rate education. The plan was to drive cross country from Miami and settle in San Francisco so that my brother could finish high school before going on to UC Berkeley. But, once we got there in the fall of 1968, we found that …

About Sim

People who don’t know Sim Carter very well call her Sweet Sim. She doesn’t know why. The alliterative appeal, probably. Or they imagine her vanilla exterior coats a similarly inoffensive inside. Her family, her friends, her husband, can all assure you, she is not sweet. 

It’s not as though she's an axe murderer or anything quite so evil. It’s just that like many of you, she has a checkered past littered with her fair share of mistakes. Some of which she shares with you here on the Memoir section of the site. Born lazy, she's hoping to slack off on the work and sneak a few of these pieces in a book currently in progress under the working title About a Boy. What do you think? Too derivative? 

Born in Britain in the 50's, her parents wandering ways meant their family of five—an older brother, a younger sister—spent a few years in Tripoli and Turkey prior to coming to North America in the early 1960's. Coming of age in Canada with the British Invasion before the family took a detour to Puerto Rico and finally landing in L.A. Sim has worked as a journalist, a copywriter, realtor, a media buyer, a Universal Studios tour guide, a substitute teacher, a film & television production coordinator and likely a few others her brain is too addled to recall.

Why the blog?

"Sharing my life's stories, just trying to get it all down before I'm too old to remember, that's the whole point of this website. A book? I'm working on two. The memoir collection and a novel set in the world of advertising in the 1970's."

About the work available to read here  

While you'll find mostly memoir, Carter also has those moments when she writes about what she wants to write about. A mishmash of rants and raves, odes to Britain, love letters to France, reflections of living here in Los Angeles and the occasional film-centric piece ala this series of posts about working on That Thing You Do. Like the L.A. freeways, it’s kind of crowded and all over the place.

Some of Sim Carter's credits include Los Angeles Times Sunday magazine Beach MusicSkylark Literary Journal Last Dance; South Bay Reader The Arab boy who took out his eye under the title Double Vision; The Good Men Project 7 Reasons Older Women Love Older Men  
Parents Doing Nothing, LA Family, Children, the Daily Breeze and 805 Living Magazine.  For more see Out of Order.

Sim traces her love of reading back to her mum who used to take her on regular trips to the library where they would depart with stacks and stacks of books—the maximum allowed— in their arms. You can find Sim’s pieces reflecting on her mother's life and demise due to Alzheimer's at Songs of My Mother.

Carter has also embarked on a virtual adventure, taking an imaginary walking tour of London. Tag along on her journey as she follows Above Ground on the London Underground

Like everyone else in Hollywood Sim has a script in a drawer. Her husband works in the film business and their son is a fledgling writer/director teaching himself the ropes. 

Visit Sim's book-to-movie appreciation site at Chapter1-Take1, where she shares her fascination with big screen adaptations. 


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