I'm sure by now that most of you who read this are aware our editor-in-chief, Will Swaim, has resigned. What you may not be aware of, however, is our boss's penchant for singing—constantly. Seriously. Dude sings more than Rebecca Schoenkopf does. Which is A LOT. Anyway. In memorium, I'm posting the official Will Swaim playlist. If Will owned (and could figure out how to operate) an iPod, here's what would be on it:
Elvis Costello, "What's So Funny (About Peace, Love and Understanding)?"
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From June 10-16, L.A. disc jockey and Stone Throw Records honcho Peanut Butter Wolf (Chris Manak) is attempting what could be interpreted as the decathlon of DJing. Over seven consecutive nights, he'll be spinning a different style in a different Los Angeles club. Making the feat even more impressive, if only through the sheer amount of weight he'll be lugging around town, he'll be using vinyl (sorry, but hitting "shuffle" on your iPod is not DJing).
"The idea came when I was moving last mon
The New York Times Magazine's Lynn Hirschberg ponders this crucial matter and concludes that Rubin, the Def Jam impresario/producer (Jay-Z, Beastie Boys, Slayer, Dixie Chicks, Johnny Cash and 17,000 others) who's now employed by Columbia Records, just may be the mensch to prevent this Titanic from sinking. Or is he merely rearranging the deck chairs on said vessel? I dunno; I can't think of anything right now except for Rubin's beard...
But seriously, the feature's interesting, especially if
STIFF AT PROOF, 9 p.m.
Boys for boys night.
Proof Bar, 215 N. Broadway Santa Ana
DJ ALMIGHTY NECTAR, 10 p.m.
To quote an article by Dave Segal: "Simply the finest in hop-hop, dub, or whatever Mike Kearns feels like spinning. No Serato, no iPod, just well-mixed and well-selected records."
The Prospector, 2400 E. Seventh St. Long Beach
IMAGINE PEACE, 4-5 p.m.
Sick of protests? Stand in peace at the corner of Irvine Blvd. and Prospect in Tustin.
Common Ground Spiritual Center, 624 E. 1st Street,
Is it too early to wax nostalgic for the music of the mid-2000s? Now that we're firmly in the late oughts, tunes from just a few years ago are re-emerging into the zeitgeist. The trailers for Guy Ritchie's "RocknRolla" used 2005 track "Rock & Roll Queen" by The Subways, and NBC reached a little further back, placing Kasabian's 2004 number "Club Foot" in promos for Christian Slater vehicle "My Own Worst Enemy."
So it feels right that a new Secret Machines record would be released this week. In 2
In a year worthy of your rage, metal delivered in spades. What with the economy circling the drain and Sarah Palin coming down from the tundra and then refusing to go back, 2008's been the kind of year that really makes you want to smash your head into walls or punch random strangers in the face. Good thing there were so many awesome records available to serve as a soundtrack for exactly that kind of behavior. The ten discs below are just the tip of a very big, very heavy iceberg. Metal seems to
So last night I finally made it to this place called Casa Diablo. It's a strip club with an all-vegan menu and the dancers are not allowed to wear animal products. As a single vegan male alone in a city with nothing to do (and no restaurants open at 10 p.m.), I had to go.
I get in and notice a heavily-tattooed girl dancing to two dirty old men. Not unlike home, I told myself. But dancer after dancer hit the stage and the tattoo quotient kept rising and the music improved.
Unlike other places at
Yesterday I was driving this windy road in Idaho. It was 25 degrees out, snowing, cold as cold can be. Basically, the exact opposite of Orange County. I was rocking the shuffle function on my iPod when Rocket from the Crypt's tune "Orange County" came on. Suddenly, I was taken back to home, where the weather is great and there's a whole helluva lot more buildings than there are in Idaho.
The song rules and it's got a few really good lines, which I now share with you.
"...we
Arlene and the Guys Big Band, 8 p.m.Jazz music on a Monday. What could be more classy?Steamers Jazz Club, 138 W. Commonwealth Ave., Fullerton, CA; 714-871-8800
iPod Madness, 9 p.m.Bring your own iPod and play DJ for the crowd.Taco Beach Cantina, 211 Pine Ave., Long Beach, CA; 562-983-1337Some Like It Hot Film Screening, 8 p.m.Released in 1959, Some Like It Hot was recently named by the American
Film Institute as the greatest American comedy film of all time.Bay Theater - Seal
In case you didn't realize how shitty the people in front of you were driving on your way to work this morning, or that the shoulders of your hoodie are exceptionally moist, I just though I'd inform you that it's raining. Now if your iPod is worth its weight, you should probably have a decent stack of songs at the ready for such an occasion. Its probably been a couple hours since you've settled into work and, if you're lucky, the head honcho allows you to have a little music in your life while y
By now I'm sure most talk radio lovers have already got their big box of Kleenex handy. In what may be one of the most tragic losses in FM history, our beloved stable of KLSX jocks will be officially out of a job at 5 p.m. The owners of CBS radio have chosen to dissolve the hit L.A. radio station in favor of a "360 degree audio and visual experience" known as AMP radio. Great, more top 40 slop. After 13 years of broadcasting the only FM talk station in town, it appears that we're all just going
It'd be great if there was some great reporting assignment in a far-off jungle with an unreliable wireless connection that caused IaQR from appearing yesterday. The truth is, the author forgot to write it. And, judging by the avalanche of response from disappointed readers--an avalanche that surely will start any millennium now--it was sorely missed. Hopefully, this will catch you up.Orange County Register: Witnesses who saw police shoot and kill wanted parolee Joseph
Anthony Galarza, 22, of San
I was on the treadmill last night when Rocket from the Crypt's "Summer Survivor" came on the ol' iPod. It's an upbeat ditty that appears to be about people taking over San Diego beaches. Some of my favorite lines include "wet t-shirt/in piss/sun block/with shit I don't care," "bougeouis vikings/dead by noon" and "tastes filling/less great/fake tits/as bait."Anyway, the tune got me thinking that summer is officially here. Each year around this time, I go through a few rituals that usually announc
Andrew YoussefLast Night: Franz Ferdinand, the Blood Arm, Neverever at the Hollywood Palladium; August 27, 2009.Better Than: Being assassinated by Gavrilo Princip.Unfortunate Timing: Rousing Franz Ferdinand hit "This Fire," featuring a chorus of "this fire is out of control, gonna burn this city," being played while all this stuff was happening.People still like Franz Ferdinand. Thank goodness.
It's easy to forget how big the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater in Irvine actually is. Most people probably don't spend that much time thinking about it. Probably about as much time as you spend thinking about its water park neighbor, Wild Rivers, in the middle of October. But after a hilly, five minute trek from the entrance to the stage, it hits you that this place was built like a rock concert monolith. On Saturday they got their biggest one of the month, courtesy of "Jack's Fourth Show," ho
The Raveonettes are gracing us with their presence once again this year at the Detroit Bar. The Danish duo, consisting of Sune Rose Wagner and Sharin Foo, makes music that can be described as a graceful, but highly destructive hurricane--a whirling sound with feedback and overloaded guitars... and all the while Sharin's melodic vocals cruise throughout their songs.
You could say their influences draw from the Ronettes, Buddy Holly, the Jesus & Mary Chain and the Velvets--just take a loo