Back before their unscheduled hiatus, Los Angeles’ Cypress Hill unleashed a one-two punch with 1998’s Tequila Sunrise and Dr. Greenthumb, resurrected here. The latter was a personal favorite on and around the time of this 12″ release, but the former is / was just as good. Here’s hoping you had a 120 proof day… Lord knows we needed it!
Tag Archives: Los Angeles
Live from the Crypt
So, here’s a show, a live, musical performance by my favorite band… in the city with which I live… and I, unfortunately, and with an honest heart, doubt I’ll be able to make it. What’s the killer… IT’S DAMN FREE! Find yourself in the Studio City area on a random Thursday evening looking for boots, mosey on down to Studio City and check out only the greatest rock n’ roll band and live performance of all time.
50… YEARS
So, it APPEARS, that The Zombies will end their Odessey & Oracle tour finale in Los Angeles at an undisclosed location in late April of next year. 50 years, kids! I’ve already asked for this day off from work (a Saturday), so book your flights and sweet talk the in-laws to watch the little ones, because The Zombies are coming to town…
Bronze Banana
So, apparently (“actually”), Silver Apples’ debut LP was reissued earlier this year on sky blue speckled vinyl (pictured here). Happy to FINALLY own this prominent piece of 1968 nostalgia. Dear casual reader… carry on.
Wall O’ Records
Have a record wall backdrop, courtesy of the Prudent Groove. This guy was taken earlier today at the local bowling hole. Feel free to us it as you please… I did.
When Perfect isn’t Enough
Strongly considering becoming an Anaheim Angles fan after what the Los Angeles Dodgers did tonight, though it pains me to say… to no end. Lucky for me, I’m a Milwaukee Brewers fan, and have no need to worry about any of our low budget pitchers throwing a perfect game, something that has only been done 23 times in Major League Baseball history… each team plays 162 games a year, just in case you forgot. Wishing you many, many sleepless nights, Dave Roberts.
A Quickie at the Kitty
Had a quickie at the Kitty on her last night. Sigh… This shot was taken on her last Punk Rock BBQ. Watt are you doing?! (a bit of Minutemen humor) I won’t say she was my favorite bar, but she was, by far, the best bar in Los Angeles. You, and the memories you’ve provided, will be sorely missed.
Abuse Your Illusion
I was already out from underneath the GNR umbrella once Use Your Illusion I and II came out, but that didn’t deter me from going back, some 20 years later, and acquiring South Korean versions of these undisputed albums. No gatefold on these issues, just double LP goodness, courtesy of LA’s finest.
Death to the Kitty
Punk Rock BBQ. Don’t be sad because it’s over, be happy that it was. RIP Liquid Kitty.
RIP Liquid Kitty
With Liquid Kitty closing its doors decades before its due time (by far LA’s finest cocktail lounge), they will be hosting one last Punk Rock BBQ extravaganza. One final, drunken sendoff, which is scheduled for Sunday, August 7th. As the flyer reads, there will be six bands, cheap booze, and free hot dogs. RIP, Punk Rock BBQ, and RIP Los Angeles’ most colorful lounge.
Best of the West
After 15+ minutes of careful consideration, I finally voted Record Surplus as the “Best Record Store” for Westside Los Angeles. Shameless self promoting hipped me to the link w/ survey while purchasing Mr. Belafonte’s debut album (for $1, remember), but none-the-less! She’s a good shop. The listening stations are a huge plus. The selection often feels picked over, but it’s always worth the time to stop and peruse. 31 years is certainly worth taking note of, and if you find yourself on LA’s Westside, do yourself a favor and pop in. PLEASE tell them they need more Tim Hardin, Rocket from the Crypt, and The Kinks. Best Record Store on the Westside? You got my vote!
Aloha Bitches
Ukulele Hiro’s (gimmie) custom compact disc is something forged from iconic gold. From Johnny Cash to Descendents, and Billy Joel to The Sex Pistols, this one-man-band militia, armed with a snub-nosed ukulele and a silver-tongued kazoo, offers 18 tracks of pulsating, energetic joy. Thanks to the Viper Room for housing this PBR drinker between stage setups for their headliners.
Count the Evening Stars…
I’ll say, against popular belief, that I’m not at all surprised that HBO’s Vinyl won’t be picked up for a 2nd season. What are big names when content is second rate? And I love Scorsese, but just couldn’t get behind Vinyl. To each their own, I suppose.
Enter title here
Dear, these precious “United” States. This is why we can’t have nice things. I’m disappointed in you, California, and am ashamed to call myself a born Californian. What good is history when derived from dishonest means? As good as it ever has been, I suppose. Is Canada hiring?
Magician
Oops… forgot to hit send last night… please forgive the lateness of yesterday’s post. Fundue fondue at the table, with the new Mrs Magician album, Bermuda spinning on the hi-fi makes for quite the enjoyable evening. I highly recommend both fondue, AND Mrs Magician. Happy Friday, kids!
Passin’
If you couldn’t tell, we’ve been on a bit of a Pharcyde kick these past few days. Remixes, singles, bootlegs, and of course, this reissued Passin’ Me By single from 2012. Number four of seven, this gold (yellow) vinyl version contains both the single version of the the track, as well as the acapella for, you know, your future weekend hip-hop beat-making ventures.
If you see this box set at your brick & mortar (The Singles Collection), don’t let it pass you by.
Ya Mama 2.0
Next in line in The Pharcyde Singles Collection is another Ya Mama pair, but this time of the J-Swift persuasion. Remix on side A, and an instrumental on side B, this 2nd in line (of 7) maintains the rambunctious bursts from yesterday’s starter, but ups the ante in terms of initial productivity. 7 records, kids… long live The Pharcyde.
Ya Mom is so Fat
(HOW FAT IS SHE?!) (No rhyme here) She’s fat enough to indulge in this first of seven, 7″ singles that house The Pharcyde Singles: Collection, circa: 2012. Each on individually colored vinyl, the Ya Mama 7″ is released on bro-shot purple vinyl, for those of you into colored extremes. 22 burritos, anyone?
The Inevitable, Yet Regrettable Pair
Not… I repeat, NOT, a good combination. When drinking whiskey, leave Nebraska alone. Subsequently, when listening to Nebraska, put down the bottle.
This is a rule, not unlike a heart, in the process, that I annually break.
If “misery loves company” is the phrase, Nebraska is the exclamation point that immediately follows.
The Last BBQ
Stupid ballgame plans are keeping me from attending what may be the last Punk Rock BBQ at Liquid Kitty. Stupid building owners not renewing leases make the top of my shit list, and are the reasons for the lack of Punk Rock BBQs. By far the best invite design, that I’ve seen, I may have to finagle some things to make this one happen. Afterall, there will always be more ballgames, am I right?
The Prudent Groove 