Please join me in welcoming new music editor Dave Segal, coming to us all the way from Seattle's "The Stranger." Check out his impressive body of work here. Keep an eye on this blog over the next few months for more frequent updates and feel free to e-mail any local music tips/suggestions/invites to him at dsegal@ocweekly.com.
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I'm Dave Segal, the new music editor of OC Weekly. Pleased to meet you.
To expand a bit on this post by Tom Child, I come here from Seattle, where there are as many bands as there are Starbucks units. A fair number of them are pretty good, too (the bands, I mean, not the coffee shop; I don't frequent Starbucks because I'm a rebel). I'd like to think that an area as sprawling and cultured as Orange Coun
His name is Dave Segal, and he comes from the other excellent paper in Seattle, The Stranger. How did we find out? It sure as hell wasn't an internal memo.
Freelancer Shawn Smith was at Disneyland Friday night when she noticed that the Social Distortion show slated for the evening had been pulled. We bit our nails wondering if this was the latest in Disney censorship at the venue, which Clubs editor Erin DeWitt blogged in September. But it wasn't so, thank goodness. Shawn reports that the boys simply had the flu. Get well soon, guys.
Staffer LYT drove to the L.A. River Center Friday to bid Los Angeles Times editorial page assistant editor Matt Wel
OC's lamesauce Saturday night lineup forced music editor Dave Segal and photographer/Le Receptionist Leslie Agan to fly to The Prospector in Long Beach to catch The Vandelles, LSD and the Search for God and the Stevenson Ranch Davidians. The Vandelles were pretty awesome, the other acts. . .not so much. Read Dave-o's report here and flip through some of Leslie's pictures.
Also jaded by the OC music scene on Saturday, Weekly contributor Waleed Rashidi drove up to The Press in Claremont to see S
NAMM 2008 came and went, with fans and music celebs flooding the Anaheim Convention Center. Weekly web photographer Christopher Victorio dropped by the madhouse on Saturday and ran into folks from Slipknot, Megadeth, Queensryche, Motley Crue and even Playmate of the Year Sara Jean Underwood. Photos galore over here.
After rubbing elbows (literally, the floor was packed!) with folks with bad hair at NAMM, Chris headed to the Jolly Roger next door for another gearhead tradition: Deke Dickerson's
Remember R. Scott Moxley's challenge to a certain former sheriff? The one in which he dared Michael S. Carona to play the contents of secret tapes containing conversations between himself and former assistant sheriff Don Haidl? The same tapes Carona said would prove his innocence?! Well, Mox threw down the gauntlet over a month ago, and, unsurprisingly, the Carona camp didn't take it up. Instead, over the weekend, the news broke that Carona's attorneys filed a motion to throw said tapes out. Hm
Hungover from Super Bowl Sunday? Us too. (Yes, even those of us who aren't the biggest football nuts by a long shot. . .but when stranded in SFO waiting to head back to John Wayne, there aren't too many entertainment options.) Anyway, we obviously didn't go hog wild on Super Bowl coverage around here, but our sister paper, the Phoenix New Times, sure did. They even built this nifty blog thing. Looking for the OC-Super Bowl connection? Try this cute but woefully mediocre singer-songwriter from Mi
The Gothla Festival hit Fullerton from Friday to Sunday, and we were there in full force. Christopher Victorio took some beautiful pictures of the ladies gyrating in all sorts of intricate outfits at Saturday night's Gothic Gala. (Check those out here.) Luke Thompson and Derek Olson were also in attendance and will be posting some video on Navel Gazing later today.
Clubs photographer Fever Dragon spent Friday evening on board The Rocket Boat in Alamitos Harbor for a punk lineup that included th
Every year the Grammy Awards ceremony proves—among other things—how far out of step my tastes are with mainstream music, a state of affairs with which I came to terms, oh, in the early '80s. It also reveals the dearth of imagination/adventurousness of the nominating committee. Most of the music that charts and excites people of mainstream sensibilities just strikes me as bland and insipid. Must be the way I'm hard-wired. I like weird, edgy shit, generally speaking, the sort of stuff the powe
Cobra Starship landed at the Pomona Glass House Friday night for the closest-to-OC leg of their "Really Really Ridiculously Good Looking Tour." Christopher Victorio caught the main act and support band Metro Station (but missed out on We The Kings and The Cab, also on tour with Cobra). The venue was packed, and some fans brought their Cobra Starship action figures along for the ride. Photos here.
Saturday took OCW intern and Cal State Fulleron student Nate Jackson to the L.A. Convention Center
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,
Dave Segal moved into Detroit Bar on both Friday and Saturday nights: "Free the Robots' thrilling [Friday] live show blew away Afrika Bambaataa's moldy DJ set. Local upstarts overshadowed a legend!" And on Sat, "DJs Josh One, Hyder, James Pants and Peanut Butter Wolf spun loads of great hip-hop cuts and freaky dance tracks that didn't fit neatly into any categories."
Saturday took our interns Patrick Chavis and Nate Jackson to Cal State Long Beach for the Ludacris concert/protest and the Costa
Jewlicious Festival 4.0, the largest youth festival celebrating contemporary Jewish culture and identity, was held in Long Beach over the Feb. 29 - March 2 weekend at the Barbara and Ray Alpert Jewish Community Center. Reza Allah-Bakhshi dropped by on Saturday and caught internationally acclaimed rapper Y-Love, human beatbox Yuri Lane and Moshav. Check out his photos here. Also in attendance was our Derek Olson, who shot some video that will grace Heard Mentality later today.
Luke Thompson drov
Patrick Chavis got a taste of Pinoy pop culture at UCI Friday night, where he caught Bambu, Rhythm Natives and the Fighting Cocks. Pat also ran into a tagger who dreams of letters. Read his review and see some photos here.
Rich Kane spent his Saturday morning reviewing the past week in the Orange County Register. The Reggie didn't fare very well. . .click here to see why. Rich will check in with the Reg-O-Meter next Saturday, so do drop by to see if our favorite local daily can rise from the gr
Dave Segal and Tom Child spent the weekend in Austin for the South By Southwest Festival, which they live-blogged out of Heard Mentality. Browse the SXSW blog for their coverage here, and do scroll down and flip through some slide shows while you're there. Chelsea Ide wraps up the SXSW weekend quite nicely over here.
Once again, the Reg-O-Meter (which now has a snazzy new logo - thanks, Steve!) went negative after Rich Kane fed it this week's notables from the Orange County Register. Check back
On Friday night, Dave Segal watched London duo, Black Ghosts, put on one of the better hipster-dance live shows he's seen in a while. Saying, "It was kind of like a combination of Daft Punk and Chemical Brothers, full of aggressive beats, filthy synth textures and sing-along tunes."
Saturday found our own Luke Y. Thompson at the toy store shopping for Iron Man action figures to add to his collection. He found himself a Robert Downey Jr. action figure at the Toys R Us in Irvine.
Too bad it loo
This weekend was a kick ass good time with Rich Kane doing another edition of the Reg-O-Meter that's pretty funny, I'm not gonna lie.
Saturday night caught Dave Segal reviewing Autechre, Rob Hall and Massonix at Echoplex, where he was a lil' influenced because he's been into Autechre ever since he heard their tracks on the first Artificial Intelligence compilation.
Meanwhile, Luke Y. Thompson attended a Hollywood party at the house Orson Welles died in. The home is currently owned by "Heath
By far the most interesting thing to happen this weekend was the thievery of Jenna Jameson's vagina. You're just going to have to read about it yourself.
Speaking of vaginas, Rich Kane submitted another arousing issue of the Reg-O-Meter complete with mentions of Asian masseuses, pussy (cats) and saggy tits that resemble fried eggs. Meanwhile, food critic Edwin Goei actually ate some fried eggs at Champion Food in Fountain Valley. Read the review here.
Dave Segal stayed fairly musical this week
This weekend had so many festivals going on that both Navel Gazing and Heard Mentality were working through the weekend.
First, we had Luke Y. Thompson pulling double duty blogging his little heart out at the Newport Beach Film Festival AND attending his big movie premiere in Hollywood. While Dave Segal and Erin DeWitt were off at the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival in Indio listening their little ears off for our reading pleasure.
Speaking of a festivals, Gustavo Arellano attended th
Friday night found Dave Segal attending the Good Foot at Que Sera to see DJ Nobody, Dennis Owens and Scott Weaver spinning world-class funk and soul. Then he had his mind blown by psych-rockers Magic Lantern and the Antarcticans at the Prospector Saturday.
Meanwhile Rich Kane reviewed The Register and unfortunately, the review was unfavorable once again. Poor Register. It just keeps getting kicked while it's down. Speaking of kickin' it, Christopher Victorio attended KIIS FM's Wango Tango in Ir
Memorial Day Edition
Long weekends aren't just for relaxing. OC Weekly staffer Luke Y. Thompson kept himself busy by going to the Scottish festival at the OC fair, where he found some of his very distant relatives from the Clan Graham. He also attended a cookout with a bunch of other (relatively) young movie critics, among them Todd Gilchrist, Brent Simon, Dave White, and Alonso Duralde. But all of this action didn't stop him from writing his weekly Fast Food Review, this week features the many
This weekend Gustavo Arellano sharpened his writing pen and wrote a post calling-out historian Chris Jepsen for not referencing his pieces on a historical blog.
Alex Brant-Zawadzki reported (again) on the continuing construction cost climb on estimates for the 241 Toll Road through Tressles.
Been on a meat eating binge? Edwin Goei's Monster Munching has the perfect solution for a detox, Souplantation's cookies. Apparently they're "buttery and not overly sweet." Mmm.
Gustavo also caught The Re
The big news of the weekend was the OC Weekly's two wins at the Association of Alternative Newsweeklies Awards in Philadelphia. Gustavo Arellano took home the award for Best Column with "Ask A Mexican" while R. Scott Moxley bagged second place in the prestigious public service category for his coverage of the indictment of Sheriff Mike Carona.
The Ink and Iron Festival in Long Beach called out to Andrew Youssef who reviewed the Black Angel's performance and chatted up some of the tatted up ladi
As of this post, the outcome of tonight's Lakers v. Celtics game has yet to be determined (or has it? Even as we speak, a cadre of bookie oracles gathers in an underground bunker beneath the Las Vegas strip to call the spread), but regardless of the outcome, Leviathan Brother (and committed basketball fan) Sean O'Connell pledges that the band will give their A game during their appearance at Orange's The District Lounge tonight.
The Los Angeles based Leviathan Brothers (consisting of keyboardis
My goodness, what a weekend.
Friday night Dave Segal saw New York hipster/mashup DJ supreme Ayres of the Rub at Detroit Bar, Nate Jackson watched some disco dancin' at Sutra's first annual Dirty Disco Party, and Fever Dragon shot LA punk group X at the House of Blues.
While most of the OC Weekly's staff was busy partying it up with the open bar at Kona on Saturday, our steady young freelancer Nate Jackson was out working again. He reviewed The Growlers. Evidently they're pretty crap-tastic.
In this week's issue:
Daffodil J. Altan follows Alfonso Guerrero and Manuel Chavez on their wedding day in "Eat Drink and Be Gay Married: After 27 years together, one couple finally has its big, fat, Mexican, recovering-drug-addict, HIV-positive, ex-transgender gay wedding"
Rich Kane offers some from the scene perspective on the gay weddings in "We’re Here, We’re Queer, We’re Registered at Crate & Barrel: Notes from a gayer-than-usual Tuesday at the old courthouse in Santa Ana"
R. Scot
Daffodil J. Altan takes a look at Orange County launderer, Prudential Overall Supply, in "Taken to the Cleaners." Is the Irvine-based industrial-laundry company cheating workers out of a living wage? Three cities say yes.
In "The D Files" Gustavo Arellano takes a look at the declassified FBI files Exonerate Joel Dvorman, Orange County's original conservative scapegoat.
While R. Scott Moxley's "Moxley Confidential" takes a look at Jose Avina, the boy who sodomized four others at just 14 years
Better than: Going on an all night bender of Red Bull and Dance Dance Revolution at the neighborhood arcade
After its long-time hiatus, the legendary Juju Beats Festival swarmed the lawn of Oak Canyon Ranch in Orange. The party stretched until after 3 am, with freaky beats, bouncing bodies and insatiable neon party animals.
Our sorely missed music editor Dave Segal mentioned in his last column at the Weekly that OC hadn’t satisfied his taste for Techno and “fucked up sounds”, and he’s
We first learned of the OC Music Fest 13 months ago, when then-music editor Dave Segal blogged about its "Be The Shirt band/artist T-shirt design contest." No word on if a winner for that was ever announced, since the festival, once scheduled for May 8-10, clearly never happened.
When it comes to Detroit Bar's ever-impressive acquisitions of national acts, local faves and surprise guests, September was far from a dry spell. But it was this kind of success that forced them to forego their free, Monday night residency shows. To be fair, it probably worked out for the best. Thankfully, this king of shopping center music venues resumes it's status as a local hipster launch pad for shaggy, eclectic up-and-comers. Case in point: the next four Mondays will be dominated by Lo