Monday, January 28, 2008

thoughts: Anyone need Portishead tickets?

I know this is somewhat of a long shot, but I have an extra pair of Portishead tickets for an April show in Wolverhampton, UK.

I'll be seeing them in Edinburgh, UK, so the Wolverhampton tiks are not necessary anymore. They're going online now for over 75 pounds ($150) each, and they're only going to go up, but I'll sell the ones I've got for what I paid, which was a little under 40 pounds ($80) each after fees.
Seating charts are available online, but it's basically the standing area in front of the stage. I would liken it to the structure of the now-defunct Hollywood Palladium.
If you're interested contact me. Details below.

PORTISHEAD at The Civic Hall, Wolverhampton on SUNDAY 04/013/2008 at 19.30
2 STALLS STANDING at £ 34.25, Plus a Transaction fee of £ 4.80

On an editorial note, I'm really glad everyone's making such a fuss over them after so many years.


thoughts: A Couple of Bad Ideas

1) Do-it-yourself Last Will and Testament Kit, to be sold at the Mid-Wilshire 24-hour Kinko's.
I took this photo at 4am. As if being there in the middle of the night wasn't depressing enough.

4am, at the 24 hour kinko's

2) The dumbest car ever.

dumbest car ever

Tuesday, January 22, 2008


link:Crystal Antlers at Safari Sam's, live review, LA Weekly

sexual chocolte&vaness g.

The sparkling reputation of Long Beach’s Crystal Antlers drew me out to the High Voltage Magazine party at Safari Sam’s last night, and despite the clear lameness of the event (see below for unfortunate High Voltage missteps), Crystal Antlers delivered an outstanding performance of weighty organ and bass flamboyance. They went on as the last of four bands, despite the magazine flyer billing them as second, and they only got to play for twenty three minutes. But in those twenty three minutes, their new percussionist Sexual Chocolate (aka Damian Edwards), formerly of Geisha Girls, had three costume changes, each more scant than the last, and performed pelvic thrusts that gave justice to his stage name and sustained his rep as pure showman. Jonny Bell led the five piece with his scratchy vocals and heavy bass, which he strums like a six string, a stylistic choice that lays the foundation for their overall sound to be on the side of other local heavies Entrance and Tweak Bird, who also take substantial cues from classic rock dramatics Page,Winter, Skynyrd, but whom thankfully have left the underage groupies and hotel room trashing for the boomer generation.

In addition to “Swamp Song,” my favorite (and the B-side) off their new BackFlip 7”, Crystal Antlers performed a surprisingly delicate cover of Dylan’s “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue,” a song that is eternally lending itself to great covers (Them’s 1966 version has been, and continues to be, in my top 10 all-time favorite songs). They have several other shows in L.A. lined up for the next month—apparently, they need to expand beyond their OC reputation as stellar performers, which has left their audience’s expectations quite high (straight from the Orphan Records blog, December 2007: “Crystal Antlers went on at 10:45 and yada yada, brought down the house, as usual…”), but has yet to be overstated.

The event last night was supposedly a party for the newish music magazine High Voltage, but when my friend and I arrived, there were only about twenty people in attendance; at a large venue like Safari Sam’s, that’s as effective but less humorous then there being two. I could get more people to go to my little cousin Jacob’s Bar Mitzvah in Marina Del Rey. There was no sign of the magazine, no partying (aside from the Antlers), and nothing near the elevation of “high” in terms of voltage. It was really sad. I thought for sure it had to be a launch party and that their green status was the reason behind their paltry turn out, but their site informs me that the magazine has been around since 2003. Five years, and that's all the guster you can muster? I understand that L.A. is a big city and it was a Monday night, but if each of their eight founders invited four people, that would already be a higher count than the crowd last night. Whoever planned that party must’ve begged their friends not to go. Lame-o. Poor vibes for their mag. The least they could’ve done was advertise the party so that their bands wouldn’t have to play to a mostly empty house and would be entertained enough to stick around for each other’s performances. Supposedly the same people also run a marketing firm, High Voltage Marketing. Wow. Not for nothing, but as a band, or any creative enterprise, I would seriously consider cutting and pasting flyers at Kinko’s for 5 hours, before signing on to that gravy train.

Thank goodness for Sexual Chocolate.

crystal antlers
crystal antlers

Monday, January 14, 2008


Photos from LA Weekly's third annual biennial opening at Track 16 gallery.

LA Weekly slideshow

more photos on flickr


thoughts: Frozen Tidal Wave

The most beautiful slideshow ever.

nature is a wondrous mystery.

Frozen Tidal Wave

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

WILL ALEXANDER short feature

There's a benefit reading for L.A. poet Will Alexander this Sunday at Skylight Books (click link below for more information or scroll down).

Will Alexander Benefit Reading, Pick in LA Weekly

He has cancer, but no health insurance. He's good enough to receive a PEN award, a Whiting Fellowship, and a California Arts Council Fellowship, as well as teach at UCSD, Hofstra University, and Mills College, but not good enough to be covered by subsidised health insurance from anyone- LA City, State of California, US of A.

I'm 24 years old, and if I had to apply for health insurance via Blue Cross, etc., I would be turned down, says the family's insurance rep. Why? Because I've been treated for depression. Too risky to insure. Amazing! Lovelies, please vote for someone who is at least making statements about health care. Our system is so broken, broken, broken.

This is an excerpt from one of his poems,The Heliotropic Mandarin. I know I mention Sun Ra frequently in this blog, but this poem is sooooo Sun Ra that it makes me think Will Alexander digs Saturn's servant too:

The black fact, the Heliotropic Mandarin, expressed in spheres between the 7 flames of gold and uranium and oil, between aesthetic speech, and its sudden trunk of revolt. By taking a blade, and sculpting amorphic Asian mountains, he creates in his reign smoke, Saturnian pulsations of darkness, looking throughout the temperature of colour, for a whirling niveous sun, for rubescent nasturtium waves, like a runi exotica inside the horizon, like bleating charcoal harems, like glottally impure emphatic on fire. This is the Mandarin, with his surreptitious stinging crabs, with his haze of grafted wolverine enticements, breaking into the expansion of a singular and rotted aphid, as a moth across the grain of excessive fluidics, like a carved and expressive panther, bickering, like each weightless figment as a source of momentus solitary ire.

Reading pick text:

On Sunday, January 13, Skylight Books will host the third in a series of nationwide benefit readings for Los Angeles poet Will Alexander, who is undergoing cancer treatment without the aid of medical insurance. Originally from South L.A., Alexander, 59, received a PEN Oakland award this year for his fiction/nonfiction work Sunrise in Armageddon (Spuyten Duyvil Publishing, 2006). His prose and poetry, as well as his visual art, revolve around the themes of universal surrealism and human alienation. Even if you’re unfamiliar with his work, the realization that a citizen of his cultural import in our vastly affluent nation could be left to his own defenses to fight off a serious illness surely provides ample fodder for comparisons to the surreal. “L.A. Blueswoman” Wanda Coleman and Sulfur magazine founder Clayton Eshleman are among readers who will perform Sunday. There is a $10 suggested donation, and Skylight Books will also donate 25 percent of all book sales made in the store between 4 and 8 p.m. to the benefit. Sun., Jan. 13, 5 p.m., Skylight Books, 1818 Vermont Ave., L.A., (323) 660-1175.

Will Alexander&Sun Ra

Monday, January 7, 2008

thoughts: A Stalker is Sending Me Creepy Text Messages

If you're a fella and you meet a girl and you don't want her to think you're a creepy stalker, don't a) tell her you're her neighbor, but then b) ask her where she lives, c) ask her where she works, d) tell her you would want to go inside if her father wasn't home, and then e) send her a series of ultra-creepy text messages (see below).

This guy pulled in front of my house today when I was getting out of my car, and I, thinking he was my neighbor, stupidly proceeded to answer his questions about where I live and work and agreed to give him my phone number, for emergencies, of course. After I went inside and he started sending me serial-killer text messages, I realised that it was possible I was totally mistaken and he wasn't my neighbor at all. GOOD GOING RENA. Really stupid. So if I disappear within the next few days, he said his name was Matt, he drives a light blue/silver SUV, he's white with short hair, and his cell number shows up as 310.890.2127.

For entertainment value, here are his text messages, in order. They start out not so creepy, but then get creepier, especially because the only time I responded to him was after #4, to tell him I don't date neighbors:

1. Nice meeting you today.
2. U r very cute
3. Why do u[sic] have a gut feeling ur one amazing kisser?
4. Ur passion oozes
5. Ok we will only make out then...:)
6. Done but flirt with me until then...u must be a leo
7. Ok, play with me another time though
8. Ur naughty [ed. note- at 10:18am!]
9. I moved
10. Did we break up?

*Update Sat 1/12: I think it's okay- I haven't received a text message in 24 hours. Maybe that was honestly his way of showing interest. I'm not walking Frankie alone after 11pm again just yet, though.

The Stalker