chris t-t, january 23, the derby (which is apparently still open, even though I went to their closing party) dead meadow, february 5th, echoplex black mountain, february 5th, the troubadour super furry animals, february 8th, echoplex chris t-t, february 15, safari sam’s chris t-t, feburary 16, viper room miranda lee richards, february 16, three of [...]
My compassion to unknown Googlers knows few bounds. If you’re one of the many people who has arrived at Countessian vainly seeking content that I’ve as yet not supplied, perhaps I can enlighten you in one of my informative “Search Terms are Fun!” posts. First, Naughty Bodies Be Good Volumes One & Two are renegade [...]
Sea of Cortez played a packed little show at the Silver Lake Lounge on a sort of cold and almost frosty night last week. They have enthusiastic fans prone to cheerful yelling (amusing), friendliness to newcomers (endearing) and, in the case of one youngish lady, smacking girls with cameras almost into the drum kit while [...]
.flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Abe Vigoda are in favour of talking quite a lot between songs. One of them resembles 12-year-old version of my coworker’s husband. That’s all. Moonrats (who I first saw at the Naughty Bodies Volume One northern premiere) are [...]
.flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } An old picture of Jesca Hoop in her lovely hat, from the Dewar’s repeal day party. (I got so overwhelmed editing all those pictures of naked ladies that night that I never quite made it to the singing [...]
Miss Dita Dimone (passport-shop star of Echo Park) came over and posed with her beat-up green heels on her vampire-bitten tootsies. Then Jennie Warren came over and taught me how to use the heal tool in Photoshop. Oh! It basically takes a good bit of a picture and pastes it over a bad bit, but [...]
LAist (to which I am addicted) used above picture. Matador (to whose bands I’ve been listening for a zillion years) used the below picture. Gmail have changed the name of the “trash” to the “bin” for people who have their account set to “English (UK)”, which feels amusingly incrogruous as the SoCal sun streams in [...]
1) Burt’s Bees honey lip balm 2) “The Secret History” by Donna Tartt 3) Elf 4) Black Mountain 5) French pedicure 6) Queen Helene mint clay mask 7) Ivan Krestyanski-Sin i Chyudo-Yudo 8) Oso 9) Running for one hour 10) Pale green Japanese tea set from Mara
…With a lot of smoke. I’m serious. It’s hard to see your hand, let alone the band. When I saw them at The Garage back when I was still a little Londoner, I don’t remember it being that dark at all. Nostalgia turns the lights up brighter, perhaps?
…by everyone’s preferred film-making genius, Mike Bruce, who was last seen leaving Eliza Fay Baby Girl wearing a red feather boa. The Naughty Bodies and Legend of God’s Gun clips are my favourites. Oh, and the porn, I mean, zombie pirate horror movie. Can’t believe Mike didn’t include any of Ron Jeremy’s scenes. (Kids, I’m [...]
Chanel purses were lost and found. Stairs were fallen up and down. Spike heels stabbed bare feet. Outfits required black marker pen, double-stick tape and a bucketload of prayers to be decent. Blondes wrestled. Love percentages were calculated. Hairdos got so big that they had their own entourages. Arse-kickings were threatened. The inability to ride [...]