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There are far too many good shows in LA tonight for any one music enthusiast. First and foremost, Bay Area indie rockers Facing New York and Orange-based Local Natives will be playing at the Troubadour. Sweden's own Graveyard will be performing at Spaceland with LA-based singer-songwriter Imaad Wasif. And Brooklyn-bred experimental rockers High Places will bring life to the drab interior of the Smell with LA locals Abe Vigoda and Baltimore-based Ponytail. It will be a night filled with endless sonic curiosity. But the hole-and-corner Pehrspace will play host to a loose-knit Durham-based collective, Daniel Hart's the Physics of Meaning. The violin virtuoso has lent his skills to St. Vincent, John Vanderslice and the Polyphonic Spree in times past. Now, Hart has a forthcoming sophomore effort, 2008's Snake Charmer & Destiny At The Stroke Of Midnight, to call his own. Don't miss out!

The point of the show is to showcase videos, and music. Pete Wentz throws to videos, a panel of three video experts (including Travis McCoy from Gym Class Heroes) critiques the video premieres, artists from the premiering video chat with Pete, the studio audience votes on the videos with text messages, AND bands come in to perform live.

Primus, GOGOL BORDELLO @ Palladium Panic! at the Disco, Bloc Party @ Long Beach Arena Jon Lovitz @ Laugh Factory Storm Lee, Shane Mack @ Genghis Cohen Amos Lee, Mindy Smith @ El Rey Slightly Stoopid, Pepper @ Wiltern Tralala, Jim Noir, Annuals @ Spaceland Waz, Greg Johnson, Jake Coco @ The Hotel Cafe Disco Biscuits @ Roxy DJ AM @ LAX Freshwater Collins, Phillip Sace @ Viper Room The Colour @ The Troubadour...

Like Vincent Gallo, LAist dates girls half our age. So the other day when one of our gfs was reading some older posts, she objected when we made fun of Panic! at the Disco, an easy target if ever there was one. Although it's very difficult to debate the musical plusses of a group like PATD with a young lady who has clearly lost her mind, at some point we, too, lost our mind...

Even though they have every record company at their beck and call, even though they can basically hand-pick the performers and the songs that they will play, MTV's Video Music Awards are usually hit-or-miss and as comfortable as watching Michael Jackson try to make out with Lisa Marie Presley. Last night's ceremony was no exception with generous parts cringe and a sprinkle of inspiration. Christina, Justin, and Jack Black were talented and wonderful, as...