No, I did not make it out today. I waited in Marina Del Rey all day as planned, Sandalwood Conference Room, Courtyard Marriott. Eventually the truck arrived, carrying our two new conference tables. Hey, somebody’s gotta handle the nuts and bolts. Fuck off. Still, the wait and unfortunate LES SAVY FAV dodge actually afforded me the opportunity to check out that Free Blood / Death Set / Yeasayer / No Age show inside that freaky Eastern Bloc ballroom on Melrose (photos TK). Thanks Sean, that shit was tight and I don’t mean that in a security way. Amazing bands, clientele, locale…what do you want from me. If I couldn’t be in a dusty field in the desert, well, this was the closest second.

Meantime I get this missive from Victor. We’ve got photogs running all over Indio, yet what’s the sole photo I’m greeted with? Pork nachos. Behold:

From: Victor
Class: Personal
Sent: Apr 25, 2008 8:52 PM
Subject: Pork topped nachos. Invented right here right now.

Speechless. See you out there bright and early, Saturday. Fuckers.

“Baby Got Back”
The corner of Pico and Fairfax, 3/8/08
Credit: Matthew

Kudos Matthew for not only capturing the ubiquitous Dickies™ Bench ad and the unfortunately-placed pedestrian, but also for dredging up my craptastic-phone-photo- infatuated past and shining the harsh light of day on it for all to see. Yes friends, craptastic has been and remains the name of the game. They didn’t put those tiny, crappy cameras into your telephones for nothin’! Got a craptastic cell phone photo the world must see? Fire it off to craptastic@losanjealous.com for consideration. Operators are standing by.

Well, that didn’t take long:

Five of these Kermies belong together
Five of these Kermies are dressed as one.
But one of these Kermies is calling it “Bullshit”
Can you help me spot-which-one?
And now my song is done.

Melrose at Fairfax this time. Again, modified. Fess up, which one of you guys called bullshit on Supreme’s laughable viral campaign? Don’t make me call LA Taco. Seriously, somebody go dig up the culprit on wooster and share for the greater good; things are busy this week.

PREVIOUSLY IN STOLEN TREASURED ICONS USED FOR HALF-ASSED MARKETING CAMPAIGNS
» Your Weekend Poster Snapshot

In which Kermie becomes an unwitting shill for a skateboard-and-tennis-shoe shop. Green guy was spotted on Fairfax at Oakwood. But wait, it’s been modified. What’s this “slay” business…commentary on the store? The poster tactic? Iraq? Overall Weltanshauung? A nudge from the creator to modify any further posters we may encounter? Who cares at the end of the day; long live Kermit. Note to Supreme: Consider wheatpasting locations that are more than a half-block from your own store. Go a few more blocks east and head up La Brea towards the Henson lot; should go over well.

In unrelated weekend poster activity, Robbie Conal’s newest double-sided missive “Emission Accomplished” went up February 29 and can now be seen all over town. Gruesome, but it makes its point. I’ve already seen a few that were not cleaned so much as they were town down in disgust. Maybe you’ve seen one? Was it whole?

Lyrically and sonically, Pitchfork-approved and Boston-bred Tulsa lead singer Carter Tanton walks a delicate wire bordering Richard Ashcroft and Tom Petty. To his credit, dude even looks like Petty: Skinny frame, sharp features, all flannel and hair letting the sound man know who’s running the show in this neck of the woods. It’s not a stretch, in fact, to postulate that he need but bleach his hair and adhere to a steady diet of sensimilla in order to firmly clasp the “Young Tom Petty” sceptre, but good. Last night I visited le Lounge du Silverlake to witness the band in person, live, and I was not disappointed with the performance. Following the set, though, two questions needed answers. Bigtime. I asked Carter himself to assauge my concerns:

Regarding your Fender Mustang. Is that an original, or a reissue?

»continue reading Thumbs Up For Tulsa (With Minor Reservations)

Admittedly, my familiarity with the Editors prior to this show consisted entirely of the two songs I heard in the car en route to the Wiltern. I am slightly more knowledgeable about Hot Hot Heat, having purchased and enjoyed their 2002 release Make Up the Breakdown. However, I haven’t listened to that in a couple years. So, I went in without any agenda or expectations.

I arrived around 9:30. Louis XIV had already finished their set (which I wanted to see), and people were milling about to buy $14 large draft beers. The crowd was full of white guys in their 30s with hair product. Other prominent demographics included Latino and Asian guys in their 30s, with hair product. The women present were pretty unremarkable. As far as crowds go, this was one of the most conservative that I have seen in recent memory.
»continue reading Editors, Hot Hot Heat @ The Wiltern, Feb 9, 2008

Still no word as to why Atticus sounds like a perfectly refined gentleman while his children come across as hillbillies.

This Has Been A Rain-Soaked Cellular-Enabled Photograph Of The Key Club’s Exterior, 1/24/2008. Thank yous: SPIN, JVC Mobile and, of course, Clubs Key and Black Rebel Motorcycle. BRMC play Safari Sam’s tonight; show is sold out, Craigslisters enjoy subsequent field day. Were you there last night? What’d you think?

Every week Blake and readers just like him send me grainy, blurry, sometimes horribly-framed yet always interesting photos of life in Los Angeles as seen through the lenses of their trusted telephones. Every week, never fail. Join us now, won’t you, as we take a look at the next-to-last offering…From Blake’s Phone.

Happy Pre-Thanksgiving, denizens of Los Angeles. But wait! Did I read that intro correctly? THIS IS THE NEXT TO LAST INSTALLMENT OF BLAKE’S CRAPTASTIC CELL PHONE PHOTOS, EVER!? Yes. It is. So if ever you’ve wanted to share an incredibly terrible, foolish, interesting, or too-blurry-to-tell-what-the-fuck-it-is cell phone photo with our readers, now’s your chance. You have until next Friday (November 30) to submit. Right now let’s get into this week’s entries.

Radioactive Turkey
Approx 7:30PM, Beverly Blvd. & N. Detroit Street. (Just down the street from Starbucks on Detroit). November 13, 2007; Samsung A900M phone

After the jump: Blake Visits El Gran. El Gran Welcomes Tacos. Blake Finds Naughty Graffiti in Pasadena. Blake Hits The Black Dice show. Your Submission Instructions for THE WORLD’S LAST INSTALLMENT OF BLAKE’S PHONE…SOB…HOORAY…SOB…
»continue reading Blake’s Phone: Special Tangentially Related To Thanksgiving And Even Then It’s A Stretch Thanksgiving Edition

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What a week. Travel’s a bitch. Better late than never, right? DON’T ANSWER THAT. This week Blake captures one of my favorite oddities in Hollywoodland: The Streetlight Parking Lot Museum at Santa Monica and Vermont (Times article here; real photos on flickr here; order Huell Howser’s video here).

How many lamp posts are required in a parking lot?

After the jump: The Worst Photo Of the Pogues Ever Taken™; a leftover Halloween remnant, your weekly photo submission instructions. YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS THESE TOTALLY SFW PHOTOS . . . SERIOUSLY . . . FOR REALS . . .
»continue reading Blake’s Phone: Vermonica Lampposts; Pogues

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SUV pulled from the fire

Behind the jump: More photos captured by tiny, moderately shitty lenses in telephones citywide and your submission instructions.
»continue reading From Blake’s Phone: The Charred SUV

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Linoleum City rises like the phoenix. Behold:

Linoleum city arises again

Behind the jump: Blake uncovers a fast food beverage pairing chart of ludicrous proportion. Believe it. More phone-enabled digitally preserved moments and your submission instructions.
»continue reading From Blake’s Phone: Linoleum City, Fast Food Beverage Pairing, Ambiguous Switches, Huell The Mighty

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This week: Fellow Pico fetishist Picoandtheman finds an uneasy peace with herself at the local pedicurist; Blake uncovers nighttime red line mayhem, an unnamed source submits an inordinate number of duck photos. Won’t you fucking join us now. Even you, godoggo, cap’n grouchypants.

I couldn’t resist proof of what we all know every nail lady in town is thinking: “If you could read my mind you wouldn’t be here” on my Treo 650. (read more)

After the jump: More phone-enabled digitally preserved moments and your submission instructions.
»continue reading From Blake’s Phone: Toenails, Mayhem After Hours, Ducks Galore

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This week: Blake uncovers nonstandard Metro-enabled advertising by GINO; other readers discover giant sausages, cruddy vending instructions. Won’t you join us.

What’s this what have we here?

»continue reading From Blake’s Phone: Gino’s Rogue Ads

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Top of the morning, denizens! I’ve had a truly lovely week of vacation here in beautiful downtown Culver City but now it’s time to shrug it off, grab a cuppa joe, walk in that Sandalwood Conference Room at the Marina Del Rey Courtyard Marriott and begin processing and uploading shitty cell phone photos for your amusement and disgust. Starting off today is a blurred-as-hell stealth capture of John Tesh at the 3rd Street Farmers Market, if we are to believe the capturer:

Tesh kokomo cafe 9/30/07

After the jump: Sign Madness! Hot Dogs! Vending Machine Restockers! Your Submission Instructions AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF WORTHLESS, TOTALLY SFW CRUDDY PHOTOS! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR ! ? ! ? ! ? »continue reading From Blake’s Phone: Tesh Leads The Pack

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Losanjealous down!!!

I’m capping myself at one photo today because it pretty much sums up the earlier portion of this week. Thanks for the reminder Blake. Items: (1) RSVP here if you want to see Burning Brides free Monday @ Viper, (2) I’m on vacation next week. “Finally Ryan shuts the hell up.” Not so fast bitches: I’ve blackberryblogged before; who’s to say but what I won’t do it again. Everybody else will be here so it’s business as usual. Have a great weekend at your festival of choice (Swerve/Neighborhood/Nocturnal et al) and we’ll talk soon.

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