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The night started out innocently enough. I went to Riannon’s to meet up with my usual Long Beach crew to go dancing at the überhip Club Touch It. If I could only have known how the night would have turned out, I could have . . . hell, I don’t know what I could have …
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Three OC Weekly writers were nominated for L.A. Press Club Awards, and none of them came home empty-handed last night. Gustavo Arellano won the President's Award for “Ask a Mexican.“ R. Scott Moxley took first place in “Investigative/Series” for his piece “The New Crips.” The judges said “We liked how Moxley laid out the case …
Several hundred supporters of International Justice for Janitors Day gathered outside South Coast Plaza today for a good old-fashioned Orange County juxtaposition. Clad in purple t-shirts, and armed with homemade shakers and noisemakers, the group met for a rally followed by a march down Sunflower, past the OC Repertory Theatre, across the bridge over Bristol …
Tattoos may be very much in the mainstream nowadays, but the people who come to tattoo conventions, like this past weekend's International Ink N Iron Festival, tend to be just a leeeeeetle more into it than your average mallrat with a butterfly on her lower back. Indeed, the Suicide Girls—quintessential signifiers of tattoos-as-commercialization—looked downright plain …
Just being alive is plenty dangerous enough, thank you very much. You take your very life in your hands every time you drive on the 405, hurtling across the asphalt in a multiton metal box, surrounded by millions of other hurtling, multiton metal boxes, many of them apparently piloted by cross-eyed idiots with a death wish. …
Fuck pop punk, fuck gay punk, fuck surf punk. Punk rock is enough of a battered and abandoned kitten to have to suffer through denigrating and divisive genre lines. The character of punk rock provides and demands a more radical understanding of definition. Call it punk-think: Whether or not the Queers (or the Vandals, or …
With two minutes left in Game 5, the huge, chanting crowd jammed into in JT Schmid's across the street from the Honda Center can hardly wait for the Anaheim Ducks' Stanley Cup win to become official. AN-A-HEIM! AN-A-HEIM!AN-A-HEIM! With one minute remaining on the game clock, men light up cigars and vigorously shake hands. Hairy …
Two years back, I boarded the Queen Mary in Long Beach for the ship's second annual tattoo festival. I was a fledging reporter for USC's Daily Trojan and attending the skinfest was a quick n' dirty way to get a clip. But I had an ulterior motive: I was going shopping. Six months prior, I …
“Wintertime in Hollywood” by the Lovetones is not the type of song that normally takes hostage of my internal jukebox in 2007, but it's been doing just that for the last two days. Its full, chiming guitars, swooping bass line, mellifluous white soul vocals and profound tone of bittersweet wistfulness move me to my almost-hollow …
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With the game clock standing at two minutes left in Game 5, the huge crowd jammed into in JT Schmid's across the street from the Honda Center could hardly wait for the Ducks' Stanley Cup win to become official. The din of the Ducked-up revelers swelled and swelled as the clock reached 10 seconds, when …
It's not quite what you expect to see at the beach. A circle of 25 big black boxes, each 8 feet by 8 feet, with impromptu “boardwalks” inside and outside the perimeter, though passers-by can certainly walk in the sand if they choose. Embedded in the boxes are photos depicting frozen moments in extreme-sports action, …
A recent article from The Lefsetz Letter site waxes foreboding about the CD's imminent demise and the inevitable restructuring of the music industry. Reading it induces a bit of schadenfreude in anyone who remembers when record companies introduced the format in the early '80s. Major-label moguls proclaimed that the CD would make us all eagerly …