In celebration of the 20th anniversary of its original release, and in support of a July 2010 remastered release (via Shout! Factory), LA’s own Concrete Blonde will be performing one of 1990’s best and most enduring albums, Bloodletting, on Monday June 28 at The Music Box at Fonda.
Interview: Johnette Napolitano of Concrete Blonde
Guitar Hero: Rocking the 80's is RADICAL
I have never in my life thought that the following words would ever escape my lips: "Wow! That Flock of Seagulls song is AWESOME!!!" But that day has come: and so too has Guitar Hero Encore: Rocks the Eighties, the latest installment in the worldwide gaming phenomenon/franchise. You now have thirty more classic songs to RAWK OUT on, including such favorites as Skid Row's "Eighteen and Life," White Lion's "Radar Love," and of course,...
TV Junkie: All I Got Tonight Is Beyonce and That Might Be Enough for Tony
Tonight - Tuesday Lakers @ Bulls (KCAL, 5:30 p.m.) (What In) Sam Houston State @ UCLA (PRIME, 7:30 p.m.) College Basketball Flames @ Kings (PRIME, 7:30 p.m.) "Identity" (NBC, 8:00 p.m.) This is the only non-repeat thing on at 8 pm. "Big Day" (ABC, 9:00 p.m.) Back-to-back new episodes, yip..... pee.... "Independent Lens" (PBS, 10:00 p.m.) Profile of 5 Cuban photographers - flickr, go eat your jeart out. "The Little Girl Who Lives Down...
Who Are These Guys?!?
They are Las Vegas launched into space on a 70’s sitcom. They are Edward Gorey, the musical (with a little of the kitsch of that Buffy The Vampire musical episode which we kinda thought rocked in its own special way). They are unorthodox histrionic pop eccentrics whose musical shifts, feel, and key changes are an abusive form of Mozart, Queen and Danny Elfman/Oingo Boingo.
The A&E Report: Crimp My Ride
When the US wanted to smoke Manuel Noriega out of his Panamanian palace, they didn't use tear gas or SWAT teams. They used Oingo Boingo and AC/DC. That's because for just about anyone on the planet, the Highway to Hell is paved with whatever kind of music you don't like. So it would seem that the streets of LA are no place for Central American dictators -- or anyone else for that matter. That's because no matter where you go in this city, there's always some arrogant and entitled jerk blasting his car stereo way too loud.

