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The Brass Monkey
6/13/08

Written by: Cherry Ghost

I know, I know. You’ve been there a MILLION times. It’s fun ol’ news to you. But listen, I hadn’t.

I once had a dream about The Brass Monkey. In my dream it was the biggest karaoke bar in Los Angeles. With shiny white walls, diffused soft light and ultra modern furniture. People were dressed like pop stars and they all could sing like Aretha. Everyone had glowing straight white teeth and 100 watt smiles. Cute little waitresses in low-cut tops served fancy cocktails and delicious snacks.

The only thing left over from this dream after my recent foray in Korea Town was that the waitresses were in fact, pretty cute. The rest of the dream was almost the complete opposite of the actual Brass Monkey. Keep in mind, that was an anxiety dream – as I am horrified and terrified of karaoke. (My performance, not the performance of others.) The last time I tried to go to The Brass Monkey was YEARS ago. My friends and I got lost never found it. I acted irritated, but I was secretly VERY relieved.

The Brass Monkey turned out to be quite unassuming. Like a little log cabin tucked away in the underbelly an office building. From the moment we stepped in and were greeted by a nice old gentleman, I had the feeling that all my fears were unsubstantiated. I felt lucky to get a table. A table? At a popular bar? On Friday night?

Then I realized that everyone stands, and the only view my table got me was ass. I wish I liked stranger ass more. So we moved to the bar. And a great vantage point for crowd watching and singer watching – yet out of the way of singer heckling. And by “singer heckling”, I don’t mean that people heckle the singer, I mean that the singer tends to heckle the crowd. Or “flirt”. I guess you could call some of it “flirting.”

Here is my determination: I like watching Karaoke. I would like it even more if the following standards were in place…

1. All songs must be four minutes or under. Do not have longer options on the menu.
2. The hired “host” must actually be funny and/or cool and not just pretending to be funny and/or cool.
3. No sitting while you sing. If you are sitting while you sing, you chose the wrong song. (Unless you are using the chair as a prop… then I forgive you).
4. If you pick a song that most of the audience doesn’t know, it better be DAMN good and you better perform the SHIT out of it.

It was kind of fun to be anonymous. But I’m sure it’s even more fun with a big group of drunk friends. Monopolizing the mic and singing like Aretha.

If it weren’t so far away, I would suggest the Tattletale Room over the Brass Monkey. Listen, that place is GREAT if you’re a scaredy-cat like me. Otherwise, put on your sequined skirt, brush your teeth (be sure to use white strips) and head on down The Brass Monkey.
Written By: Cherry Ghost

I know, I know. I’m supposed to write concert reviews. And this was SUPPOSED to be a concert to review. But the concert was the least exciting part of the evening.

6/6/08 The Mountain Goats @ The Natural History Museum w/ Annuals

I had never made it out to a First Friday event at the Los Angeles Natural History Museum. I always had excuses… mainly that it always seemed SO early. But last week (luckily, as it was the final one of the year) I made it out!

I decided that I wanted to get the full First Friday experience, so I got there as early as I possibly could. Which was around 5:45pm. This had an unintended bonus of free street parking. (By the way: I love free parking. It always makes me happier to be where I am.)



While we missed the tour (which was ok, as I like self-guided-going-where-I-want-when-I-want-learning-about-what-I-want-to-learn-about tours better anyway) we did sit in on the lecture by Dr. Craig Stanford.



It was about the similarities between apes and dolphins – more specifically “Beautiful Minds: The Parallel Evolution of Apes and Dolphins, and What it Means for Human Origins”. The lecture (when it finally started after all the introductions and self-promotions) was only about a half hour long. THE PERFECT length for an educational lecture! If it goes much longer, I get bored and stop learning all the important things there are to learn. After that we continued on our self guided tour around the museum.

This is the best way to see a museum: Drinks! Dim lights! Lots of young 20 somethings! Food! Dinosaur Costumes! Music! DJs! Bands! Friends! No need to talk in Hushed Museum Voices!

We waited in a line that went around several corners to get into the Mammal Hall in order to watch the bands play. By the way, what a great venue to have a show! They were set up right in front of the Bison exhibit. I liked what Annuals had going on, but I really couldn’t hear very well. And I was constantly distracted by the baby boar in the exhibit next to me.

*Why haven’t we found a way to keep animals as cute little babies FOREVER? Huh, Science? Why?*

A great local with terrible acoustics. Too bad. And when the Mountain Goats started, it was even harder for me to focus on the music. Sooooooo… we left Mammal Hall and raced around the museum at a furious pace looking for some lost friends. We found them. Deep in the Marine Life hall, were we had a wine induced conversation about sand crabs and The Running of the Grunions – happening now, at a beach near you.

*While trying to remember the word “Grunion”, I came across this little tid-bit: “It is legal to catch grunions while they are on the beach, but only with bare hands. The preferred method of grunion catching is at night with a flashlight and a gunny sack.” A gunny sack? Who knew!*

This was a perfect Friday evening. I will seek out and discover more events like this. I will. And I’m going to. And then I will consider telling you about them. Sure beats going to a bar. In fact, I wish someone would open a bar exactly like the Natural History Museum. Someone? Anyone? I also wish I was wildly rich or fantastically famous so that I could throw a costume party/scavenger hunt/hide & seek party there. Maybe they will read this and let me, as a nice little present for saying nice things about them.

Next time: Gems & Minerals, Dinosaurs and the Bug display – couldn’t bring my drink in. Didn’t want to set my drink down. Didn’t want to down my drink… Didn’t see these exhibits.

Cherry Ghost.
Label: Second Floor Noise
Rating: 3.5 Guns


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Skamper

Masters of styles is the first phrase that comes to mind after hearing Skamper’s new album, “Thunderbeast.” Seemlessly blending aggressive electronica with Killers-style indie rock, this album is an experimental delve into sound.

“Thunderbeast” was almost scrapped by its creator, singer Lawrence Lewis, but luckily a new mix brought the album to life and put it on our desk.

“Afterlife,” the album’s lead track, starts off with heavy synth, and seamlessly rolls into a rock opus. A lot of times bands can’t quite make electronica work with alternative, but this song breaks that mold in a great way.

“Evacuate” is a guitar-infused goth song about an insane person, reminiscent of Placebo and The Cure.

“Garden” reminds me of God Lives Underwater, starting slow and gradually transitioning into a ‘garden’ of distortion.

“It’s Blue” is a slow/cerebral song that bursts into the punk-infused “Ladyfingers.” Definitely a cool pairing.

“Number 9” is a B-52-influenced space-rocker. If I was blasting through the galaxy in a rocketship, this is the song I would be blaring to ward off extra-terrestrials. “Number 9” goes hand-in-hand with the experimental, “Planet Boy.”

What happens when you mix 30 Seconds to Mars with Muse? You end up with “Starbird,” a fluttery song that brings Grunge into the new millennium.

“Thieves” takes what A Perfect Circle did in “Thinking of You,” mixing porn rock with 90s alternative. Definitely worth checking out.

The journey comes to an end with “Two Feet, By Two Feet” and “Whistleblower.” Whistleblower jams slowly as it lands us back on earth, spinning from the journey into space Skamper just took us on.

Skamper – “Whistleblower”




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Interview:
Mixed by Jason Grossman (Flogging Molly, Thrills) Thunderbeast is Skamper’s new release, slouching toward Bethlehem to be born on a bed of sonic chunk and melodic noise. The band was born in 2001, with head maestro, founding member and songwriter Lawrence Lewis as the vortex that draws everything near its center – members and ingredients changing as the stew continues to take on strange new flavors. The one constant, musician and artist Devon Paulson is the perfect musical compliment to Lewis’ idiosyncratic imagination, and Thunderbeast does not fail to deliver a punch of sonic substance and intrigue.

You could describe their sound as glitter-punk-cronk-choas but handles don’t really do it justice. Lawrence has been cooking up these fascinating brews for the last few years in a Silverlake closet, and Phillip Haut (The Centimeters, Listing Ship, Veronica Lipgloss and the Evil Eyes) did the recording honors. But the albums’ mixes were scrapped just before mastering, and Jason Gossman (The Thrills, The Rumble Strips, Sondre Lechre, Flogging Molly) stepped in to lend a new set of ears and a masterful remix.

Some songs feel like beds of keenly constructed noise and feedback, cradles for melodies that sit tightly while they ride the waves. Others feel more like primal noise jelly and will drive you to jump up and rock your spasmodic body into blissful seizures. Internet and indie airwaves, get ready. Those of you hungry for a new aural ear-bang, be ready. This is one beast you’ll definitely want to meet on a dark street.

We ran into Lawrence Lewis, and threw a few questions at him. Enjoy!

CWG: Silverlake is a pretty diverse area. Would you say that living there has had an influence on the diverse sounds of Skamper?

It's quite possible, but not in a musical way. I don't feel any connection to the music scene in Silverlake, but I'm sure the city in general has influenced me to some degree. I started the band when I was living in London so it's quite possible that there are some influences from other places in the world.

Also, I feel that my scattered little brain has fallen in love with so many different genres of music that it's all come through in what I write. I love dark and ugly, happy and poppy, moody, frenetic... I think it just depends on my mood that day and what or whom I'm writing about.

This album ended up being sort of a reflection of my interpersonal relationships to some extent. You could almost say that each song is about a specific person, or a specific exchange or encounter with someone I know, and since people in general are quite diverse, and our moods as humans are quite diverse and can be a bit twisted or jagged, I think the songs took on those qualities.

CWG: Who are some of your musical influences?

I'm never good at answering this question... I always feel that the things that influences us as people and artists is a bit unknown to us... they operate in the subconscious level rather than in the subjective mind. Or at least they should.

I try to stay away from listening to bands or music I like and steering my songs into those directions. That wouldn't be an influence, that would just be copying.

But to answer the question without sounding like a jerk, I have always loved the more theatrical forms of rock... glam rock... Bowie, T-Rex, etc.. punk rock and I mean the o.g. punk rock, not Green Day... I mean bands like 45 Grave, Dead Kennedys, The Damned... and the strong female performers have always sent shivers up my spine such as Siouxsie, Lydia Lunch, Debbie Harry, Toni Halliday, Chrissy Amphlett, etc...

CWG: Where's your favorite place to hang out in L.A.?

My living room. Unless it's between 4pm and 6pm when the sun is beating through my window, then it's my backyard with a bottle of wine, friends and my rabbit.

CWG: Tell us more about the "Lost original mixes" of Thunderbeast, we smell a story!

The album was mixed once by someone else and it was a tough process.

Although we were involved throughout the whole process no one was really thrilled with the way it was turning out. Once the album was done we all listened to it as a whole and it just somehow didn't seem to work. I sat on it for a long time. I was quite depressed really and almost decided to throw it out completely. I felt like I let everyone down so I didn't speak to anyone in the band for quite sometime after that. We stopped playing shows, we stopped hanging out together.

Eventually I met Tony Hoffer, by some fluke, and sent him a few of my songs. He liked them a lot and was into mixing the album, but his schedule was booked so far in advance that he suggested I use his mix engineer Jason Gossman, who turned out to be incredible.

When we compared the mixes they were like night and day. I didn't realize I wasn't hearing the songs sound as good as they could be until that point. It completely re-energized me and got me excited about the album again.

It still took a long time to mix because he was doing it over nights and weekends, and I was out of town a lot, so it was all done through email between us. It was a long but exciting process.

CWG: (Besides Skamper) Who is your current favorite L.A. band?

I never really seem to have any favorite LA bands, but right now I'm really liking No Age. I think it's the first band from here that I've liked in a very long time.

Like this band? You may also like: The Postal Service, The Killers, The Bravery, Muse, Placebo

Radars To The Sky - The Big Bang EP

When Andrew Spitser quit his job, broke up with his girlfriend, and moved back in with his parents to go to law school, he thought he was done playing music. But somewhere along the way, those plans changed.

First, he found himself in the possession of some home recording equipment. Next, he found himself alone, late at night in the bathroom of his childhood home, cigarette dangling on the edge of the sink, singing a new batch of songs quietly into a makeshift reverb chamber (the shower).

Then he met the woman he'd soon marry. Kate was not only a classical pianist but had the voice of an angel. So when Kenny Kupers showed up in the same law school class, it was already done. They were a band. They called up bassist Martin Avelar, who'd met Andrew as a student when Andrew was teaching high school, and they recruited Houston native Seamus Simpson to play guitar.

They spent their first six months writing and recording, and started playing shows in early 2007. After releasing their debut e.p. in February 2007, the group started concentrating on its live show. By the summer, they were headlining Silverlake scene staples The Echo, Spaceland, and The Silverlake Lounge. They recorded five more songs in the fall of 2007. Those recordings are what make up "The Big Bang e.p."

The recording is a hybrid -- on the one hand the interplay of Kate and Andrew's vocals tell stories of love lost and the scars we carry from past relationships. Other songs, though, highlight the interplay of Andrew and Seamus' guitar work - melodic and jagged and angular interlocking bursts of overdrive and delay.

Through it all, Martin and Kenny bring a creative and melodic outlook to the rhythm section, while still keeping the rhythms driving forward, while Kate adds layers of keyboards to the mix.

With an April residency planned at The Echo in Los Angeles, trips around the Western states in the works, and a new batch of tunes to promote, Radars to the Sky are looking forward to a big 2008.

We were able to catch up with Andrew for a candid interview. This is by far one of the best Q&A’s we’ve done at this magazine, as you’ll see below. Thanks, Andrew!

CWG: It's nice to meet some fellow Los Angeleans! What's your favorite venue in L.A. to see a show at?

As far as smaller places, Spaceland is sort of the grandaddy of them all in my mind, since it's the place I started going to see music. Hell, I saw The Archers of Loaf there (before the layout was changed, even).

Getting to play shows there was one of our goals when we started the band, and it's been pretty amazing to get to do that. As for bigger venues, you can't beat The Greek Theatre. Kate (our keyboard-player/singer/my wife) and I used to live walking distance from Griffith Park.

It's such a beautiful place; we loved being able just to walk up into the hills and escape the city. And to be able to walk up there and see a show under the stars?! Fantastic.

CWG: The L.A. music scene is famous for its indie rock darlings. The pattern for bands in Los Angeles goes as follows: 1. Band gets buzz. 2. Band becomes big in L.A. 3. The ever-fickle L.A.-scensters tire of band, and they fade into obscurity. As a band how do you guys plan on avoiding step #3?

That's an interesting question. It's true - there have been some bands that I thought were going to absolutely take over the world from here that haven't been able to translate that local success into national recognition (why are The Little Ones not blowing up right now? Have people listened to "Lovers Who Uncover"?!).

I'm not sure I would blame it on "ever-fickle L.A.-scenesters," though. It's hard to keep the same circuit of people really excited about the same thing for too long.

I don't know if that's fickle, so much as human nature (I love Irving, for example, but I've seen 'em 4 or 5 times at The Echo and Spaceland, and I'm less excited about seeing them again than a new band I haven't gotten to check out yet).

I think the key is to try to reach out to find new audiences for the music so that when you're no longer the exciting new face in the scene here and that luster starts to wear off, you are becoming at the same time the exciting new discovery of a whole new group of people.

CWG: You used to teach high school. What class did you teach?

I taught English, both basic 9th/10th grade survey courses and American Literature. I also taught a Speech class for a year or two. And I was the coach of both of the Volleyball teams.

I miss those kids.

CWG: What kind of law are you specializing in at law school?


Kenny, our drummer, and I both graduated last May and started working in the fall. He does real estate transactional work and I work at a place that does a lot of copyright and employment litigation.

Quite the rock-star day job, huh?

CWG: Musically, what sets you guys apart from other L.A.-scene bands, such as the Silversun Pick-Ups?

Well, I think that one of the strengths of the scene here is that it's so diverse, even simply talking about the Silverlake scene (obviously L.A. also has a whole separate Sunset Strip scene, not to mention a hip-hop scene, etc.).

Even within the bands in our milieu, if you will, there are a lot of different things going on - The Airborne Toxic Event are big and bold and anthemic with a viola and keyboards and catharsis; The Silversun Pickups are a throwback to Smashing Pumpkins-style grunge; The Henry Clay People are Pavement-y garage rock; The Deadly Syndrome are the next in the line that includes Clap Your Hands, Wolf Parade, and Tapes 'n' Tapes.
There are melodic indie pop bands like Great Northern, etc.

Where we fit in, I think, is that we sort of span all of those things and more. We have songs that really allow us to engage in my Built to Spill/ early Modest Mouse adoration, but we also have songs that are much more about Kate's singing and have more of a melodic focus; we have others that are almost dancy (the kids in Fresno thought so! We loved seeing folks dance to us); we have other tunes that are sort of that big Arcade Fire-anthem type thing; and we have more folk-oriented M.Ward-esque ones, too.

We have a trumpet and a sax player, and we use an old xylophone I had when I was in 4th grade on a couple of tunes, plus two keyboards, two guitars, a bass, drums, and extra percussion. So we can make a lot of different sounds.

Our set usually starts with just me playing guitar and singing with the xylophone accompanying, and ends in a crescendo of distorted, delayed, reverbed, e-bowed guitars. So that's what I think sets us apart - a diversity of sounds within one set/ one disc.

Radars to the Sky's Myspace

If You’re in L.A., catch them at The Echo

05.21 @ The Echo - (Echo Park, CA)
April residency - presented by KROQ, Metromix, and Spaceland Recordings w/ Rademacher, You Me & Iowa, and Special Guests


05.28 @ The Echo - (Echo Park, CA)
April residency - presented by KROQ, Metromix, and Spaceland Recordings w/ Flying Tourbillon Orchestra, Western States Motel, and I Make This Sound
I’d like to apologize to the readers for neglecting the column last week; I had some family obligations that took my attention. Specifically, my grandfather was in the hospital. I’ll spare you the most intimate, gory details of what happened to the old man, but I can’t resist the opportunity to touch on the state of health care in our nation, specifically in southern California.

Grandps was actually released from the hospital on Wednesday, but not because his problem was solved. They drained his bladder (for the first time in three days) and sent him home with a prescription for painkillers and a urine bag, pending surgery that was yet to be scheduled.

A Democrat would look at his predicament and conclude that the way to solve the problem is to expand Medicare or create some new entitlement. The liberal solution would be to legislate some new program or requirement, to address one specific, known problem or set of problems, and then to declare victory. Hooray; prostate patients, you need never worry again, because Medicare has bumped your affliction up on the priority list.

Big-hearted and well-intentioned, as most liberal ideas are, but foolish and counter-productive (as most liberal ideas are).

The real rub with America’s medical system is not a lack of guarantees of care, it’s the opposite. It’s an excess of guarantees, which are made by an organization (the government) that is nowhere near as efficient as fulfilling them as would be the free market.

Even the moderate intrusion of the government into the arena of health care that we have today distorts the market. Example: Medicare. The state takes over responsibility to pay for care for a huge demographic, and in doing so, it mandates that providers perform their services at whatever the state is willing to pay.

How many brains does it take to figure out that when you cap prices, all you do is guarantee that the best level of care that ANYBODY can get is the level of care that EVERYBODY can afford? Result: a shortage of providers.

And my granddad – who is not rich, but could definitely pay free-market rates for the care he needs – gets to sit at home for another three weeks, trying not to die while he waits for his scheduled surgery date.

Here’s another example, one that should speak to everybody in southern California who’s ever been in a car accident or sliced their hand open cutting an onion: Emergency rooms.

If you go to an emergency room, you cannot be denied care, even if you can’t pay. That’s the law. As a result, emergency rooms are the biggest money-losing departments of any hospital. And what happens when things become unprofitable? They go away. Emergency rooms close down. So even people who could afford to pay free-market rates for emergency care end up finding out – usually at the worst possible time – that it’s damn near impossible to get.

For all you “fairness” people out there, chew on this: the crippling distortion of the free market caused by creeping socialism is NOT FAIR to people who are willing and able to pay market prices.

Hey: If you’re some smug, “progressive” pseudo-intellectual driving around in a piece of shit Subaru with a four-footed Darwin fish on the back, think about that for a second. Shouldn’t “survival of the fittest” apply to economic quandaries as well??
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This past Tuesday was April Fool’s day, and I saw an article in the Los Angeles Times that, at first glance, I could have sworn was a joke…

Until I read further.

In the words of David Zahniser, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer:



The Los Angeles City Council dropped plans Tuesday for a symbolic moratorium on
killing, deciding instead to use the upcoming anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther
King Jr.'s assassination to promote peace.

Council members had been
asked by a handful of activists to declare a 40-hour ban on murder and other
violence, a concept one critic quickly derided as "silliness."

“Silliness”? I understand that parliamentary etiquette requires civil language, but I think that a more appropriate descriptor for that idea is “complete fucking idiocy.”

A forty-hour ban on murder.
Call me a cynic, but don’t we already have an ongoing ban on murder? Isn’t that called “the LAW”?

This idea could only make sense to the same small brains who think that tightening gun controls – which only ever results in taking guns away from law-abiding people – will solve gun crime.

If you have a problem enforcing laws, then you need an enforcement solution. More legislation will not help.



"I'm sure that the people who are doing the killing will hear that the council
is calling for a moratorium and then cease and desist," said a sarcastic Joe
Hicks, a former executive director of the city's Human Relations Commission.
"It's more silliness from our wonderful City Council."

Councilman Tony
Cardenas responded angrily, telling his colleagues that a murder moratorium is
not silly at all.

"That's the kind of attitude that Martin Luther King
had to step over and step across to get the job done," he said.

I don’t even know what to say to that. If I were Dr. King, I would be insulted that some LA City Council half-wit had affixed my name and my legacy to such hollow stupidity.

Here’s an idea: how about the LA City Council impose on itself a forty-hour moratorium on demagoguery, meaningless symbolism, and waste?

4/1/08 The Black Keys w/ Jay Reatard @ The Wiltern

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The Black Keys

Let me start by saying, I’m learning more and more that it really pays off to get to a show on the early side. I used to roll in just in time to hear the opening notes of the headliner and to hell with anyone before them.

Now I realize that there are gems to be found. And WAY better spots to stand for enhanced viewing pleasure (I totally stole that line from a KY commercial – only they didn’t say “viewing”).

Another thing that pays off: Having friends. And friends that like good music. And friends that win free tickets. And friends that give you one of those free tickets. And friends that drive you there. (Hey, I am TOTALLY the one that spotted our awesome parking spot… so I saved us at LEAST $10 in parking.)

Who is Jay Reatard? Well, I don’t know. But Wikipedia seems to. And they say he is originally Jay Lindsay. And he’s been around. And recorded a lot of stuff. In a lot of other bands. But you can look that up later on your own, for now let’s focus on his current project.

If I were to be Jay for one show (which would be awesome in so many ways) I would probably pass out from exhaustion after the first 15 minutes. I mean these guys didn’t stop! I don’t know if there was ever a moment while they were on stage that there was a lull in the music. There was no audience acknowledgement until the “Good Night” – Just a scream out of a song title before thrashing into it. And use thrashing, in this circumstance, as a compliment.

Each member of this three-piece group all had fantastically big hair. Jay’s was SO fantastic that when the first song started I couldn’t figure out who was singing because it (his hair) was covering his face AND the microphone. There was actually a moment when I thought to myself: Are they playing music with a vocal track? That’s new. And kind of awesome. But then I saw the mic stand. Buried in a head of hair. And all was good with the world.

Intermission: Our (Sunshine, An Angel and good ol’ me) spot was so perfect that we didn’t want to move an inch in fear of having it snatched away and, for the first time ever, I noticed that The Wiltern has cocktail waitresses. Thanks for saving the day cocktail waitresses!

As the fans started poured in, the observation was made that there were a lot of “Dudes” at this show. I don’t know if you know what I mean by “Dudes” and if you don’t, you might be one and I won’t bother explaining it in fear of offending you (But go ahead and ask your friends… try the word “Bro” as the meanings are very similar).

I think we expected a dirtier sort of crowd (and not a group of 20-somethings wearing corresponding red outfits, completely waisted, purposefully running into us because they thought it was cute and somehow seductive, yelling “fuck the Red Socks” – yeah, old news buddy – except for me, I don’t really follow baseball).

Oh The Keys! The sweet sweet Black Keys! Hi you… two. Yeah, you heard me. Two. Only two people in the band. With a sound that could blow a band of ten right off the stage. As much as it pains my inner music pride to say this: I did not know much about The Black Keys until the day of the show.

I listened to the album the night before and the day of the show and, although I found it extremely good (especially track 3), I have to say that it didn’t completely capture my interest. But the show, oh the excellent live show, now that got me. Me and the rest of the massive massive super fan of an audience. During the break before the encore one die-hard was actually slapping his shoes together hoping that this act would get them back on the stage – which means he was standing barefoot. In The Wiltern. Yuck. Now that’s commitment.

Thank you’s: Thank you slutty security guy, for letting all the drunk hot girls who whispered in your ear down onto the floor. I enjoyed watching you shoo away all the late-comers (that weren’t hot girls) who tried to squeeze into the front with a sweep of your flashlight (yes Sunshine, When did the flashlight become an effective broom? And where do you think he keeps his blow-job booth?). Thank you big blow up (not to be confused with “blow-job” as they are completely unrelated) tire and thank you excellent lighting designer.

Thank you awesome drum kit and thank you rad guitars (especially the “Flying V”). Thank you for being even better than your album – that is rare and precious. Thank you plaid-shirt-wearing guy for not keeping a beat but loving every second.

And, I can’t end this without saying, thank you, tight-black-shirt-shaved-head guy for giving your neck the proper rock-out it deserved.
“There is some serious neck pumping happening here.” - Quote of the evening, brought to you by Sunshine.
Until next week, Cherry Ghost.
CWG: Where are you from originally?

the united states of america!

CWG: What's the most unusual project you've worked on?

too many, i'll go with the most recent. this past week, my friend erin decided to make a calendar out of photos incorporating her 1987 station wagon (she loves the car, but is about to donate it to charity, so this was a way to say goodbye.)

she had several of her friends direct the various photo shoots. i did one that paid tribute to 'christine,' with dead bodies scattered about, and blood splattered on the wind-shield and smeared on the headlights. i was in another, where erin and i were dressed as zombie hunters, she had a machete and i, an axe. it was awesome, and i look forward to hanging that calendar on my wall.

CWG: If you could do one thing to make the world a sexier place, what would it be and why?

it's a simple three step process,

1) i would eliminate organized religion.

2) teach everyone to love themselves.

3) abolish swimsuits all together.

CWG: What's your favorite album of all time?

saint etienne travel edition 1990 - 2005 (on vinyl, of course.)

CWG: What artist are you currently listening to?

radiohead, dandy warhols, freescha, yo la tengo, mazzy star

CWG: What was the worst date you ever went on?

the date that wouldn't leave:

a few years ago, i met this guy at a friends birthday, we decided to hang out a week or so later. i invited him to my place for dinner (ladies - big mistake to ever invite a guy to your place on the first date, it sends the wrong message.)

i was making a salad for dinner, he thoughtfully brought tomatoes, however tomatoes are the one food item i don't like, tomato sauces are cool, just not cold, nasty tomatoes. during dinner, a song he liked came on and he grabbed me out of my seat to dance, i had a mouthful of lettuce and he had no rhythm. awkward.

we sat back down, he started rubbing my thigh under the table, this made me very uncomfortable, i pulled it away. after dinner we sat on the couch, the pawing continued. i kept scooting away from him, and he kept edging closer to me. i told him that i was tired and going to bed shortly, i had something important to do in the morning, and we should call it a night. i offered to walk him to his car, he then proceeded to tell me that he felt too drunk to drive.

i told him, you're welcome to stay on my couch, but i'm going to bed. during my escape from the living room, he tried to intercept a kiss from me, but got an icy cheek instead. i fled to my bedroom, where i didn't come out until i was sure he'd gone the next morning.

CWG: Favorite place to hang out in L.A.?

my apartment, the lighting is just right, and the music kicks ass!

CWG: What's your guiltiest pleasure?

bryan adams - summer of '69

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CWG: Where are you from originally?

Upland, CA.

CWG: What’s the most unusual project you’ve worked on?

Girls And Corpses Magazine. I was modeling with pretend, ugly corpses.

CWG: If you could do one thing to make the world a sexier place, what would it be and why?

Require everyone to exercise and live healthy. This would eliminate so much insecurity which will make more people feel great about their bodies!!

CWG: What’s your favorite album of all time?

That is tough because I love variety! I guess it would have to be Best of The Doors. I love Jim!

CWG: What artist are you currently listening to?

Eddie Vedder and his music he wrote for the soundtrack of "Into The Wild" by Sean Penn! The best movie of the year!!!
CWG: What was the worst date you ever went on?

One that I thought was a meeting but they guy tricked me and acted like it was a date!

CWG: Do you have any guilty pleasures?

Eating french fries from Del Taco, Carls Jr. and McDonalds!!!!

CWG: Favorite place to hang out in L.A.?

Farmer's Market, eating all the food. I also love the Beverly Center and the Grove for shopping! Katana on the Patio too!!

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CWG: Where are you from originally?

BULAWAYO ZIMBABWE

CWG: What's the most unusual project you've worked on?

A 30 SECOND COMMERCIAL FOR TV.

CWG: If you could do one thing to make the world a sexierplace, what would it be and why?

I WOULD TEACH EVERY-ONE HOW TO KISS!?BECAUSE A KISS IS THE MOST SENSUAL SEXUAL TOUCH.

CWG:What's your favorite album of all time?

TRACY CHAPMAN CROSSROADS!


CWG: What artist are you currently listening to?

BEYONCE

CWG: What was the worst date you ever went on?

A FEW YEARS AGO. I MET A GUY FOR COFFEE SO BORING IHAD TO FAKE A WAR IN MY COUNRTY TO EXIT. HE DIDN'T EVENKNOW WHERE ZIMBABWE WAS!

CWG: What's your favorite place to hang out in L.A.?

HYDE LOUNGE

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Gay AND Republican? Who would have thought this to be possible? Well, he's here, he's slightly queer, and he's not going to take your liberal B.S. anymore!

Put That In Your Pipe And Smoke It

John McCain - I Don't Love Them Hoes

Liberals Ban Murder... Wait A Second!

Bitch, I Didn't Know This Was A Crack House

Grass-Chopping And Textual Slurs

Health Care: Single Payer = Certain Death

Bad Taste Never Tasted So Great

Govenment? No! Lawyers? Yes!

Attack of the Beavermuppets

Romney's Poll

Washington goes Wild

Coachella? I'll Get My Wax!