Make for the 213 come Sunday for your art and cocktail fix and catch Light FM for free, before they go on tour with the Smashing Pumpkins this fall (both bands play the Wiltern, Oct 5). Take it away, press release:

Anna Meliksetian Projects Presents
I N T E R C H A N G E

a group exhibition featuring John Baldessari, Rob Brander, Scott Marvel Cassidy, Mustafa Hulusi, CK Lyons, Chris Richmond, Jim Shaw, Jill Spector, Marnie Weber, and Peter Wu.

Reception: Sunday, October 2, 2011 from 6-10 pm
Complimentary Cocktails and Hors d’Oeuvres served from 6-8 pm.

Exchange LA (Art Gallery – Ground Floor)
618 S. Spring Street (between 6th and 7th)
Los Angeles, CA 90014

After Party upstairs at Exchange LA from 9pm – 11pm featuring musical performance by LIGHT FM.

This event is complimentary.
Please RSVP at [email protected]
For table reservations at the After Party, contact Anna Meliksetian at 323.828.4731.

Anna Meliksetian Projects is pleased to present “Interchange,” a group exhibition featuring works by internationally renowned artists John Baldessari, Mustafa Hulusi, Jim Shaw, and Marnie Weber, as well as younger emerging artists, who are influenced directly or indirectly by their work. One of the highlights of the exhibition will be a special unveiling of a new 40-foot painting by Los Angeles based artist Jim Shaw!

Dear Losanjealous Readers,

We write to inquire if any of you have seen or heard from Losanjealous author, roller derby aficionado, and A1 sauce recovering addict DF of late. He was last spotted just over the Argentina/Bolivia border this July, where Argentine prison officials had deposited him after DF refused to leave jail at the conclusion of his sentence for aggravated public urination (apparently incarceration was luxurious compared to DF’s usual lifestyle). During August, there were reports of a mysterious Americano who rode through the villages of Peru, calling himself “el Tonto,” and taking on all comers in mescal-drinking competitions, who by all accounts may well have been DF (especially given the reports about the mysterious Americano’s impressive belching abilities, and the “¡Revolución!” tattoo that reportedly adorned this wandering stranger’s buttocks).

This inquiry should not be misconstrued as eagerness to have DF back in the Losanj offices. If anything, his absence has led to a marked decrease in general odiferousness, inexplicable swearing outbursts, and drunken antique-pistol-brandishing. But he does owe several of us substantial sums thanks to his repeated, and frankly baffling, willingness to place large bets on the Providence Grays, a major league baseball team that hasn’t existed since the 1880s. And while DF almost certainly lacks the cash to pay his gambling debts, we could at least use this as leverage to get him to clean the bathrooms and do other menial tasks around here.

This weekend offers an especially promising chance to espy DF, for if anything would bring him back to L.A., it would be the chance to see roller derby, and in particular his beloved LA Derby Dolls, who are competing this very Saturday, Oct. 1. Indeed, derby fans like DF, or really anyone else with a pulse would find this weekend’s tilt a compelling spectacle. The bout will feature the Varsity Brawlers against the Fight Crew, and in contrast to previous years, the VBs and the FC both remain very much alive in the hunt for the 2011 LADD championship with records of one win and one loss each. The victor will be catapulted into the thick of the first-place race, the loser will drift toward the cellar. For even more titillation and/or scintillation, check this heartrate-quickening bout preview. Tix are going fast but are still available here, kids, so snap them up now for a chance to watch this crucial late-season throwdown, and also keep your eyes peeled for our long-lost compadre DF.

–LaVerne Casagrande, Losanjealous jefe

Cover art by Sinnerama; (C) 2011 by LA Derby Dolls; all rights reserved.

January ’07

HEADS UP
Buy your very own signed and numbered Hancock Park David from Youngwood Court at an upcoming estate sale! (via Curbed)

NOTE: The future of the official Y Que Hancock Park t-shirt line remains unclear at the time of this writing.

We’ve had a lot of fun with this house over the years – shared a few emails with its owner – and taken plenty of photos, as evidenced. Best of luck to Norwood with the next chapter. Click through for a couple of holiday shots.

»continue reading Buy Your Very Own David Statue At The Youngwood Court Estate Sale (RIP House of Davids)

»continue reading Ooh La L.A. Festival is Here–Nouvelle Vague, Tinariwen + TV On The Radio, Etienne De Crecy & more–9/29-10/1 @ El Rey–Win Tickets

»continue reading Portugal. The Man This Saturday, October 1 at Avalon Hollywood–Win Tickets

Full photo gallery below.

»continue reading Photos: Sonny Rollins @ UCLA Royce Hall, September 22, 2011

Why aren’t the Arctic Monkeys bigger? Or are they just the right amount of big, as big as they could be and as big as they should be? Will this paper bag tear from the sheer weight of glass and alcohol in it before I get up to the Bowl? I’m thinking along the walk up Highland, cutting through the Iris premiere traffic milling around H&H, past still more Whitney ads, fucking loathsome Whitney ads–apparently still multiplying around town like carcinomas–these particular variants flyposters, all the more annoying for spitting those unfunny lines–i.e., WHOEVER INVENTED MORNING SEX FORGOT ABOUT MORNING BREATH–hilarious!–in 300-point sans serif right at eye level, onward past the Legion Hall, past the friendly scalping entrepreneurs, sidling past the sizzling sidewalk hot dogs, before, finally, reaching David Liebe Hart, the Bowl’s constant, their equivalent of the Walmart greeter, singing, unamplified, into a clenched fist, his puppet Doug the Dog, on his other fist.

Even though the eclectic five-act bill–Smith Westerns, Warpaint, Panda Bear, TV on the Radio, the aforementioned Arctics–feels like a mini-festival and something of a collective moment for Planet Indie (not to mention the Bowl programmers) and TVOTR will play last, the feel of the night, to me at least leans a bit toward an Arctic Monkeys show, the Bowl show they may never headline on their own, so I’ll ramble on a bit about them tonight.

Taking the stage some 70’s Hot Chocolate (“You Sexy Thing”–what else–as currently heard on that bizarre Swiffer commercial–YouTube it) the four clean cut lads admittedly look slight and not “rock” in that studied disheveled look like, say, the Strokes. Even with a leather jacket and new penchant for a slicked back Joe Strummer quaff, main Monkey Alex Turner really just comes across more sensible than menacing. Bands often feel the need to rise to the Bowl occasion by bringing in extras–strings, horns, additional players, whatever. The Arctics will go it tonight with just the classic guitar, bass and drums set up. Suck it and see, Bowl.

»continue reading Arctic Monkeys @ Hollywood Bowl, September 25, 2011