Written by | October 2, 2014 0:07 | 2 responses

The plot of the story is as somber as these bathing suits are shiny: Drug dealers stealing from each other? An escape on a boat piloted by a sort of poor’s Daft Punk? An unlucky fallen hero? A drug mogul (or is he a Nigerian Prince? A harem guard?) chopping hands as if he was auditioning for a part in the next Bible movie? I had no idea this could come alive in a parking lot.

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Written by | September 2, 2014 0:08 | No Comments

When about 35,000 Angelinos were roasting under the sun at Made in America festival, listening to its array of mainstream music that Jay Z calls diversity, I was in Silverlake attending the first annual end of summer party, the ‘Silverlake Meltdown’ organized by Sick City Records at Los Globos.

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