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THE GROVE (Losanjealous):: One of our hundred-dozen field reporters sends in these topical, in-the-moment photos of the overabundance of noontime fools denizens currently serving time outside the Grove Apple Store as they anxiously await the six o’clock hour this iDay.

[WARNING: COMPLETELY SFW PHOTOS AFTER THE JUMP...]

»continue reading Grove To Self: Today’s iPhone Clusterfuck Goal In Full-On OutFuckingPerform Status

Truly, the Yogurt Age™ is upon us. Proffered by Hilary’s trusted Motorola RAZR, this inside-the-car capture of Yogurberry (seriously — yogurberry!?) makes us wonder whom to feel more sorry for: the local resident subjected to three yogurt stands within a few blocks’ radius, or the downtrodden, shades-sporting Caltrans court referral picking up cigarette butts curbside. What the hell, our hearts sing out to the both of you. It’s Friday. Of note: Car door/window matte frame surrounds photo subject matter. Details, people. Details such as these make the difference in a contest of craptasticness.

From Hilary:

I don’t get this whole “natural” frozen yogurt thing. It tastes gross.

All within walking distance of each other, there is a Pinkberry, Yogurtpia, and soon yogurtberry. Stop stop stop!

After the jump, two grainy transmissions from Lucha Va Voom’s recent three-day Quinceanera stand at the Mayan Theatre [WARNING: TOTALLY SFW]…
»continue reading Craptastic Cell Phone Photo of the Week: Yet Another Yogurt Shop

Verbatim insta-message transmitted sixteen minutes ago from resident Losanjealous office lackey to my laptop here in the Sandalwood Conference Room at the Marina Del Rey Courtyard Marriott:

[10:01] intern287: Yo it’s iDay!!!
[10:01] intern287: leaving at 3 !!!!!!!!!!

No two ways about it, the iPhone seekers are bound to make things hairy this evening. The alleys are your friends. Know them intimately or stay in the minor leagues and be home by 9. Also, our offices will apparently be closing at 3pm today. Re-route deliveries accordingly.

As a non-subtle reminder Losanjealous constantly mines, sorts and processes the cruddiest cell phone photos ever taken, weekly, for your cheap enjoyment. Friday, the week’s most egregious is bestowed the honor CRAPTASTIC CELL PHONE PHOTO OF THE WEEK.

Send your photo to craptastic@losanjealous.com for consideration! Include date, time, and model of phone (if applicable).

Come out and groove to LA’s own Moving Units this Saturday 6/29 at the Henry Fonda Theater, on us.

Shoot us an e-mail to contest@losanjealous.com with your full name and we’ll enter you in the drawing for a pair of tickets. Winners will be notified by 12 pm on Friday, 6/29.

Contest now closed out. Grab advance tickets here.

Today’s quest for a free table (4×2 preferred but not mandatory, larger sizes considered) officially hit the ‘list at 1035AM PST this morning courtesy freeloader sale-362257768 . . .

Wanted: Table
I would like the size to be around 4′ by 2′. I am open to a table slightly bigger.

Those able to table enable sale-362257768 in some facet, please, do so.

LOSANJEALOUS (Losanjealous):: One of our hundred-dozen field reporters sends in these topical, in-the-moment photos of the items currently serving time on Sunset as they await Sir McCartney and Ms. Hilton, respectively….[WARNING: PARIS LOITERERS AFTER THE JUMP]


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So, what are you doing tonight? Well my friend, you need to cancel it. You need to cancel it and head down to the Mayan Theater on Hill Street to see if the box office still has a few tickets left for tonight or tomorrow night’s LUCHA VA VOOM. You already missed the opening show last night, with the historic birth of the MINI CHICKEN. But there’s still time to see the Mini Chicken wrestle Los Coyotes and to see asstastic burlesque dancers like MICHELLE L’AMOUR.
»continue reading In Praise Of Lucha VaVoom

Yes Denizens: We have tickets to the triple-deluxe billing of Decemberists, Band of Horses and Andrew Bird at the Hollywood Bowl on Saturday, July 7. If you’re going to be in town that weekend, enter now. Winners will be contacted THIS FRIDAY AT NOON.

Update: The Decembowl contest is closed. Winners will be notified today (Friday).

For those not willing to roll the dice, very decent advance tickets are still available for purchase here. PS, Andrew Bird is the shit live.

A clusterfuck of epic proportions is likely to happen this evening as two people who are no strangers to being mobbed will descend on Sunset Boulevard and make getting mobbed (and stuck in traffic) just as easy for everyone else in the area. It’s the very Hollywood-appropriate perfect storm of celebrity, and no one, not even George Clooney’s beard hairs, could get out unscathed.

Perhaps while Paul McCartney is getting strummy at Amoeba and Paris Hilton is getting chummy with Larry King at CNN next door, some cloud of toxic soda spray from the Jack in the Box across the street will waft down Cahuenga and blind all Hollywood paparazzi and celebrity stalkers in one fell swoop. At the very least, it’ll gum up their cameras.
»continue reading Parisian-British Co-Invasion!

India Sweets & Spices is known for two things. Cheap food and curt service. Some people confuse curt service for bad service. Curt just means they don’t smile or joke around, they simply feed you. Bad service means they are rude and inattentive. Bad service is unforgivable, but curt service is, as long as the food can back it up. India Sweets & Spices backs it up.
»continue reading On Curtness: India Sweets & Spices

As a non-subtle reminder Losanjealous constantly mines, sorts and processes the cruddiest cell phone photos ever taken, weekly, for your cheap enjoyment. Friday, the week’s most egregious is bestowed the honor CRAPTASTIC CELL PHONE PHOTO OF THE WEEK.

And Now Our Featured Non-Photo-Of-The-Week Midweek Gallery: The city’s most depressing mural as captured five working days in a row while traversing the 10 east on a soporific commute at a velocity fluctuating between zero and eighty miles per hour . . .

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The online radio streams of local stalwart KCRW are noticeably silent today in protest of online royalty fees. A cursory glance at local streamers KXLU and Killradio finds both of them dark as well.

Or does it? The latter is actually streaming silence, unless I’m doing something wrong — nice in a Brian Eno sort of way. KXLU has opted to simply temporarily kill the feed, while KCRW itself is looping General Manager Ruth Seymour’s blatherings to various special guests with mildly protestive candor in a pre-recorded, indigestible piece of digital pap.

Suddenly I’m dubious that any online station is truly dark today. Pulling up a few of my favorite online broadcasters (novaplanet, KEXP, little radio and WFMU, in no particular order), I am, to put it bluntly, streaming music out of my ass senza hiccups or overly lengthy interruptions, give or take the occasional “save internet radio” plug in between songs. Even Indie 103 is rocking out per usual but, then, Clear Channel is not your average beast. Hell those guys probably pushed for the royalty fees in the first place.

Are any readers out there actually feeling the searing pain of online radio silence today? What do you normally listen to at work? Maybe online radio’s already dead in the water. Myself, I use a music subscription service these days. Reason: NO DJ WILL EVER BE AS GOOD AS ME, EVER.

5.57pm. June 24, 2007. Pasadena. I wake from a near-comatose slumber, pillow moist with drool, mind hazy from last night’s Cointreau-and-pork-ribs binge. Standard operating procedure for a Sunday evening. But what’s that nagging concern in the back of my mind? Have I forgotten something? Then the realization: Cut Chemist and DJ Shadow are on the decks tonight at the Hollywood Bowl and DF has a special invite. I spring into action.

6.18pm. I flee the ‘Dena at breakneck speed, careening down Lake and hanging a hard left onto the 210 on two wheels, General-Lee-style. I zip along the foothills of the mighty San Gabriels, weaving through sparse traffic. Did I mention that I’m currently under court supervision for a moving violation received in rural Illinois during a recent cross-country trek? Additional citations would mean extradition to Montgomery County and weeks of hard labor. Well, if the authorities have a problem with it, they’ll just have to contact my Polish cousin, Dr. Whatevski. The devil may care, but I don’t.
»continue reading DJ Shadow, Cut Chemist @ Hollywood Bowl, 6/24/2007

»continue reading Tortoise @ El Rey, 6/21/07

Via StonesThrow:

For the week of June 10 to June 16, DJ/Stones Throw Records founder Peanut Butter Wolf will be spinning 7 different genres of music in 7 different clubs over the course of 7 consecutive nights, all in Los Angeles.

…This 7-day tour will be a vinyl-only affair, with no record played twice.

I reminded myself about the Peanut Butter Wolf vs. LA event with an email. June 10th came out of nowhere and I had told myself I was going to shoot PB Wolf every night of the week for fun. Besides needing sufficient sleep for my day job, the biggest problem was money. After two back-to-back vacations and a couple substantial investments, I was living very light. $60 a week light. And we’re talking about going out every night in LA, which means parking, show charges, gas, maybe a brewski. Even in a best-case scenario, the odds were that I would go bust by Friday night. Here’s what happened.

Sunday, June 10th
Day 1

The first night was at Crane’s Tavern. I left around 9:00pm and street parking added another twenty minutes to my commute. I was hoping I didn’t miss the start of PB Wolf’s set, so I was relieved when I saw Diplo and Hollatronix spinning.
»continue reading Peanut Butter Wolf vs LA vs $60