Few artists deserve the cover of LA Weekly as much as Busdriver, a Project Blowed vet, Low End Theory staple, and one of the most visionary local artists of the last 10 years. Granted, his music is more fun to debate than to dance to, but despite the obliqueness, he remains one of the most […]

I don’t need to explain the Playboy Mansion. You’ve probably seen Girls Next Door, the E! Entertainment show that managed to successfully de-mystify the estate like the channel did Saved by the Bell, Puff Daddy, and Fabio. But despite the camera’s depiction of Heff as goofy and groping grandpa, with three ditzy but well-meaning Barbies, […]

  Aside from the fact that Jigga now apparently takes fashion cues from Slipknot, I can’t knock his hustle exhibited at the DJ Hero party held last night at the Wiltern. However, my misanthropy game stays tight over at the Weekly, where I ponder the idea of the DJ hero vis a vis DJ AM, the […]

Unfortunately, I can’t embed the video for Black Moth Super Rainbow’s “Dark Bubbles,”   a clip that Kanye has declared better than both fishsticks and reading. Like Eating Us, it’s worth checking it out, preferably in an altered state. I wrote a fairly extensive feature on the band for LA Weekly. A full transcription of my […]

Would that I had 2,000 words to wax rhapsodic about the extra-terrestrial stage presence and bizarro genius of Crystal Antlers percussionist, Sexual Chocolate. Sundry facts about Sexual Chocolate that did not make the finished piece: 1. His first band was named Kiddie Porn. 2. His all-time favorite album is Babes in Toyland’s, Fontanelle. 3. His […]

  Art by Shaun Vizzy Expect a Cypress Hill rarities post sometime soon. In the meantime, the title of this piece says it all. Getting baked with B-Real via a contraption called “The Birthday Cake.” My 14-year old-self was proud.  I think the only way I can top this for him is if I record a […]

Forgive the saccharine sentimentality and the trite notion that a concert can have capital “M” meaning. But if it couldn’t, these words would be even cheaper. Dilla died three years ago Tuesday and his music meant myriad things to a million people. Brandon’s  Dilla/Donuts extravaganza, best explicates what separated James Yancey from your run-of-the-mill crate […]

Have you noticed your blog posts vanishing without any prior warning? Have you wondered about the dubious legality of the MP3’s you dole out for free on your blog? Have eggs been frying on your kitchen counter whilst strange voices roared “Zuul” from the refrigerator? If so, you might want to peruse my piece in […]

    I won’t pretend that I’m capable of articulating my thoughts on Merriweather Post Pavlion more eloquently than Alfred Soto: “The obscurity of the lyrics doesn’t jive with the moves towards greater openness and focus in the music and singing. Something is being signified, but what? The words half-articulate a joy the band hasn’t […]

Trying to relay the phenomenon of meeting Sam Jackson, I fell into the trap of comparing the actor with a role he played 15 years ago. Attribute it to the iconic nature of said performance, with Jules Winnfield in Pulp Fiction always overshadowing Jackson’s greatness in the Spike Lee joints, Jackie Brown, and Menace II […]