Last Friday the Times ran a piece about a quote-unquote D.I.Y. indie rock scene in L.A. that centers around the children of successful Hollywood types. We're introduced to 17-year-old drummer Hudson Franzoni, son of David Franzoni, who wrote screenplays for Gladiator and Amistad. When Hudson decided he wanted to play drums, his parents signed him up for lessons, just like yours probably would have, but then they built him an in-house studio, too, and have arranged for him to continue his lessons even while summering in Italy. We learn that Hudson's father has broken out his personal rolodex and invited agents over to see Hudson perform in the backyard. We also learn that ever since Hudson left his last band and they continued playing songs he had a hand in writing, the family's lawyer has been copyrighting all the songs Hudsone writes and dictating what he puts on his Myspace page, which I do not want to link to, but fine, I will.
We meet Emma Tolkin, as well, whose father, Michael, wrote The Player. She's in a band with Taylor Thompson, whose background is kept vague, though we're assured it's nothing to sneeze at. Emma is the band's spokesperson:
“I guess that growing up around Hollywood gave me a general sense that success in show business isn’t that far out of reach, but I don’t want to feel like a sellout. I like the D.I.Y. aspect of this. I like that it’s just me and Taylor playing music.”
Something tells me Ms. Tolkin might not actually know what D.I.Y. stands for—or maybe she just thinks it's common to leave off the last part, which is "along with the help of your rich parents and their rich, high-power friends."