Posted by Tinkinator at 11:16 PM

May 22, 2006

NEW MUSIC FROM THE CHICKS!

The Dixie Chicks will release their highly anticipated and critically acclaimed fourth album Taking the Long Way tomorrow. Pick it up - or you could always watch the Academy of Country Music Awards on CBS. Your choice.

Posted by darlin at 6:21 PM

May 18, 2006

Ooh Baby I Love Your Way

Peter Frampton is playing the Brea Summerfest on June 4th.

www.summerfestbrea.org

For those of us in a certain age bracket, “Frampton Comes Alive” symbolizes our last fresh breath of childhood innocence. I still remember buying the two-record set for $4.99 in the Music Plus store at the Orange Mall. It was during a summer rainstorm.
The first time I french-kissed a girl was at church camp during that wonderful Summer of Frampton.
Soon after that, things got complicated. Kissing and Frampton were not enough anymore. We had to go to the next levels – second base, third base, Alice Cooper, and Kiss (the band). Before we knew it, we were corrupted, jaded, and on the pathway to punk rock.

Posted by Big Kev at 5:15 PM

May 13, 2006

Jesse's Girl For A Day

http://www.westcoastchoppers.com

You never know what you might find on Anaheim St. near the Port of Long Beach. Yes, it was a day of fun at West Coast Choppers, the home of chromed god, Jesse James. This doesn't look like a Monster Garage to me. It's a compound of cool old buildings with baroque cross chromed gates and a showroom full of cool choppers and a few rods.

Lots of memorbilia and Jesse this and that is a sure find. Yes, I'd say the dude from Long Beach done good, even winning himself Hollywood's sweetheart Sandra Bullock. If you've never seen West Coast Choppers it's worth your time to live on the wild side and take a tour. You might even spy the man himself riding around the lot. Oh, and don't forget to get a burger at Jesse's burger joint, Cisco's, up the street. It's small, clean, cute and has very good food. You'll see adorable pix of Jess'e prized pet, Cisco. Ruff, ruff!

Posted by CindyLu at 10:25 PM

May 8, 2006

Filthy Rotten!

Our own Filthy Rotten Wes is now Officially Famous! Start the countdown! Read about him in the OC Weekly!

Posted by DJWanda at 9:27 PM

May 4, 2006

Feet Don't Fail Me Now

How did I become one of those people who never goes to see and hear live music? That's not who I am. It wasn't that long ago that going out 3-4 nights a week was the norm. I used to peruse the listings and map out my week accordingly. Older and stodgier but not dead yet, I had plans to go out a couple nights ago with my ex and heading out to a club seemed like a good way to hang out but have some external stimuli if the conversation well ran dry.

How did I become one of those people who never goes to see and hear live music? That's not who I am. It wasn't that long ago that going out 3-4 nights a week was the norm. I used to peruse the listings and map out my week accordingly. Older and stodgier but not dead yet, I had plans to go out a couple nights ago with my ex and heading out to a club seemed like a good way to hang out but have some external stimuli if the conversation well ran dry.

She got turned on to a singer/songwriter named Priscilla Ahn who had a gig at the Hotel Cafe in Hollywood, which I've always found reliable for live music. They recently rennovated and expanded the club and added parking, so it would be an easy place to hit. Wrong. Ms. Ahn's set time was 8 p.m. and somehow we freakishly got there at 8 p.m. and more bizarre, she started on time. But the line was out the door and around the club. Apparently, "label interest" in the headliner packed the place, and not only did we get in the waiting line, we had to maneuver to get out of the parking line.

Chatter was still awkward between us and in deciding where to go to get some food, we went to the Palms, hoping Thai Elvis would be performing and we could again circumvent having a dialog. (I realize we shouldn't have put ourselves in this uncomfortable situation in the first place.) Alas, no such Asian impersonator, but the pad thai and red curry were reliably delicious.

With the night still young and not wanting to extinguish the anguish, I drove us to the Lava Lounge in a strip mall near Hollywood High School. The last time I was there was the Fat Tuesday before last; the single hurricane lived up to its name and I tempered it with some sweet cream rose water ice cream from Mashti Malone's next door. This time, there would be no gardenesque refreshment, just garden-variety singer/songwriters who sounded like episodes of Sex & the City put to acoustic guitar or keyboard. But the ex had opened a tab for us (hey. I got dinner) and everyone at the door seemed excited about the band Script's first show. Relishing the opportunity to one day say, "I was there first," we stuck around. When they got on, I found four guys all looking like runner-ups for the Avenged Sevenfold try-outs or had stepped out of the pages of Alternative Press. Then they busted out some acoustic campfire session like Tesla doing an ode to Train or Third Eye Blind. We left.

Maybe it's not me. Maybe it's L.A. I'm leaving work a bit early today to hop a flight to New Orleans for my sixth straight Jazz Fest: Buckwheat Zydeco; Dirty Dozen Brass Band, the Ohio Players, and I really can't wait for Fats Domino (did you see that footage of him after being rescued by boat after Katrina?). "Feet don't fail me now, my feet can't fail me now." Laissez les bons temps rouler.

The following weekend I'll be in Austin, home of wall-to-wall clubs on 6th Street, and the party band Brave Combo (they won a Grammy for Best Polka Album) are playing the wedding I'm attending. So, when I say I need to "get out more," I guess I mean out of L.A.

Posted by occulator at 10:34 AM

May 3, 2006

KUCI Fund Drive 2006

In a former life, I lived and breathed for a little public radio station in the heart of Orange County, KUCI. Amongst all the homogenity of Irvine, this radio station was the only entity to have any sort of independence, a breath of fresh air amongst the staleness of the OC.

A buddy of mine from KUCI recently sent me an e-mail that I feel bad for not returning. I'm hoping to buy back his friendship by donating to KUCI's Fund Drive, as I know the station is even more important to him as it was (and still is!) to me. As a non-profit, KUCI depends upon the generosity of its listeners for its funding, and so that it can remain commercial-free.

Donating is easy - you can give KUCI a call at 949-824-5824 or check them out here. All donations are tax-deductible, but there are also some great premiums to say thank you for your donation. My check's in the mail, but I'm really just hoping Kevin will forgive me for being a slacker, and not returning his e-mail. Hey, whatever works, right?

Posted by darlin at 9:33 AM

May 2, 2006

Big Sandy and the Fly-Rite Boys

I'm not sure whether to file this under "News", "People" or just plain "Gossip" but a little bird told me at Friday's Big Sandy and the Fly-Rite Boys show at the Doll Hut that this was going to be one of Bobby Trimble's last shows. Actually, a whole flock of little birds told me, and the whole Hut was a twitter. Since the Boys "official" website hasn't been updated since, say, 2004 (get on it, boys!), we'll have to rely our our "sources" and not the Official News. They're calling it a "hiatus", but I have a feeling that Mr. Trimble will be back. Once a Fly-Rite Boy...always a Fly-Rite Boy. Just ask Lee Jeffries, who's back on pedal steel. That means two of the Fly-Riters in this photo will soon have flown the coop...

Posted by DJWanda at 10:30 PM