Tonight. Why? Because tonight is the night.  The schedule, directions, and weird rambles are up on the Facebook Event Page. Bring synchronized Swatch Watches, sun dials, abacuses, periodicals, distribution, genies, sun dials, your secret identity, my Secret Identity, Jerry O’ Connell, sidekicks, doppelgangers, safety helmets, Guinness, cigarettes, weed, blogs, your hottest first cousin, party hats, […]

Because I’m the slacker that Mr. Strickland always said I was, I’m only now announcing the next Passion of the Weiss Presents show. For those inhabiting Mike Brown’s new stomping grounds, the saga unfolds next Friday, June 10 at the Bootleg Theater, with performances from Flash Bang Grenada (Nocando & Busdriver’s new group), Open Mike […]

Come hell or high with water. LA Weekly says to go and who am I to contradict. They also say very nice things about this blog and betray my excuse to cops who pull me over: I’m not talking on my cell phone, I’m just rapping. It usually works to have “The Chronic” handy. Though […]

I see this video as the ghosts of Hype Williams and Busta Rhymes transplanted to Soweto. Spoek Mathambo rhyming over sheet metal dubstep, bass and drums that glow and burn like lit coal. The official narrative claims that this is “the story of a heartbroken widow performing pagan ceremonies to bring her dead husbands back […]

Part of an elaborate ruse to dupe you into attending this Friday’s show. Rainbow Arabia operate in the borderlands between former tour mates Gang Gang Dance and The Knife. Thus far, the comparisons have somewhat overshadowed the music itself — an olla podrida of international styles intended for audiences who have eaten olla podrida (I […]

New and final flyer. This Friday @ The Echoplex. $10. Refunds guaranteed if the orchestra turns out to be actually mortal.

First things first, I was not behind the rainbow-colored flyer. But when you book a show with a Rainbow-named band, the iridian aesthetic is a no-brainer. Besides, Killa Cam would approve and that’s the only co-sign I need (no Freakey). Following a several month hiatus in which I convalesced and collected the splintered shards of […]

I still haven’t written anything substantive about Off the Books and probably won’t. Reviewing your own show is tacky and no one believes you anyway. There’s an innate Homerism to it that would shame Rick Monday, and I’m sure it will it bleed out in fractured phrases and maudlin reminiscences at various points in my […]

Off the Books transpires in less than 24 hours. The plan had been to devote separate posts to each artist, but I’m overambitious and need an intern to help me get that chicken. I’m loathe to do these link dump type posts, especially for artists worthy of well-chosen words, but time isn’t on my side […]

While it may occasionally seem otherwise, self-promotion is my least favorite task, which makes the notion of promoting shows anathema to me. However, I continue to do it because like the Mothers of Invention, I am only in it for the money. Sometimes, when all things are factored in, I can make $7 an hour. […]