Los Angeles, live music, lively commentary
Last November, for the first time in my life, I visited Las Vegas. Despite living in Los Angeles for nearly 10 years, I rarely venture to the more inland destinations of the western US: Salt Lake City, the Grand Canyon, even Joshua Tree, just a stone’s throw away, still elude me. I suppose much of …
A 20-minute walk from my home for a wonderful, seated evening of music.
I chat with my mother about her go-go group of 15 years coming to a close, what its like to perform the ’60s in your sixties, and what she plans to do with all her leftover costume jewelry, hairpieces, and of course, the boots.
A special hometown edition of Secondhand Setlists complete with a special group of artists.
A few nights ago, at Los Angeles’ Echo, I finally learned the correct pronunciation of ‘Oklou.’ It’s “okay-loo” – a fascinating development, as if anything about Marylou Manyiel’s sound is just alright. Amidst echoing, cavernous productions, she punctuates the expanse with synths and her voice, a slithering, chromed-out croon that, for all its artifice, seems …
Possibly the last Bandcamp Friday for the foreseeable future? Then it’s time to make your dollars count towards artists who matter.