The full-on downpour during Stevie Wonder’s headlining slot…the morning thunderstorm that kept us waiting for hours inside a dark house in the ninth ward…the musicians you’ve never heard of that unfailingly blow your mind…the food, the ridiculous overconsumption of that food you just can’t quite replicate anywhere else…truly, the weekend was full of all of the reasons that have kept me returning to New Orleans for its annual Jazz & Heritage Festival the last thirteen years in a row. I haven’t stopped since my first taste; they must be doing something right. Rough timeline goes a little like this:

MAY 2 - FRIDAY 930am
Arrive Baton Rouge. Am inexplicably (albeit pleasingly) upgraded to “premier” status at the rental car stand. As such, immediately begin cruising soul food joints adjacent to the airport in a leather-clad SUV with Infinity sound and XML radio, looking for that first food fix before Brett arrives…

NOON
Check into uptown guest house. Two-story joint with balcony entrance off the courtyard. Sweet locale. Ridiculous cheap

205pm
Fairgrounds. We’ve got a full day ahead of us, culminating with Stevie Wonder

512pm
Just before Stevie takes the stage, torrential downpour turns the racetrack into a serious mudfest

730pm
Seahorse Saloon

EVENING
General New Orleans goofiness centered on and around Magazine - we’ve an early day tomorrow. Though delicious, the gourmet burgers at Storyville take exactly one hour to arrive at the table. Final N/B: There are exactly two cds in the Brothers III jukebox that are not of the country & western varietal. Both are Louis Prima…

MAY 3 - SATURDAY 630am
Jesus - am I awake? Coffee

745am
Ninth ward, bag lunches in hand, waiting to work for Habitat. The sky is dark. The wind blows deep. The sky breaks: fast, heavy. Today’s scheduled work is unfortunately of the exterior varietal. We watch the thunderstorm and wait some 2.5 hours, sipping coffee in a dark, half-built house at the end of Spain, eventually dismissed without hammering so much as a single nail

1045am
While purchasing my first gravy-drizzled hot sausage of the day, I manage to unintentionally short-change the proprietor of a soul food breakfast-and-donut stand just off Franklin. The “Please respect your family and do not ask for free food” sign on the wall behind him has me suspecting I’m not the first

11am
Driving tour of Historic Algiers Point, west bank

1pm
Meet complete strangers outside Magazine coffee shop in order to return sand-crusted cell phone found yesterday at fairgrounds

145pm
Fairgrounds. Long day of you-know-what. Predictably it’s a mud-fest today, but the sky having cleared around noon the day becomes a scorcher

335pm
Aaron Neville’s gospel-tinged take on “Bridge Over Troubled Water” makes a couple of those back-of-neck hairs stand on end

730pm
Liuzza’s block party. Why are 700 people ordering bloody maries at 730pm? Let’s find out

Midnight-ish
Following the walk of the dead we are now drinking in Rendevouz, a lounge on Magazine recommended by Habitat volunteer

2-ish AM
Caught third wind. Joined a group going to see Mike Dillon’s Go Go Jungle and The Hairy Apes BMX, back up the street near the house at Le Bon Temps. I’m told some of the guys on stage are in Galactic, but then, I’m told a lot of things at this hour

4am
Heating and eating uneaten panini from the morning’s volunteer attempt - and anything else found in fridge

MAY 4 - SUNDAY 915am
I can’t believe we agreed to turn in this fantastic gas-guzzling SUV after only two days

10am
Down in the quarter the line for coffee and beignets is way too long at Cafe du Monde. We try two more coffee shops before surrendering to a considerably more appropriate bloody mary

1230pm
Sonny Landreth is slated to perform on the Gentilly stage quite early today, interfering with everybody’s hangover. We arrive at the festival somewhat earlier than usual, contraband half-pints of Jim Beam for which to spike the mint tea neatly tucked into cargo pockets

230pm
Snooks Eaglin is such a badass

335pm
Raconteours taking the stage. Jack’s sporting a chrome guitar and a seriously Vegas-looking outfit. Immediately after taking the stage he loses the jacket. It’s apparently impossible for me to mention Jack White without bragging to Ron that I saw the Stripes in 2000 with some 25 people at Al’s Bar in downtown LA for $5 - one of my first shows after moving out here - so I will now do that

730pm
Rendevouz with full posse at yon Seahorse Saloon

815pm
Sharing a cocktail with “taxi” driver at Mrs Mae’s, possibly the cheapest bar in town now that Joe’s Cozy Corner has gone belly-up (RIP). Why are these drinks so damned cheap? Is it because they use corn whiskey, as inferred by a rival bartender last night? (Am I presently going blind?)

9pm
Courtyard BBQ party at the house. Who says you’ll stop eating Boudin sausage once you leave the fairgrounds?

SUNDAY NIGHT/MONDAY MORNING
Redacted - Frenchmen Street

MONDAY
Let’s get back to California

Thanks, New Orleans! See you next year. _R

A quick note on logistics: although you may think that a redeye flight from Cali to Atlanta to Baton Rouge followed by an economy car rental to New Orleans with mid-weekend dropoff to enable a frantically dispatched return taxi ride to a missed shuttle and fortunate backup Greyhound bus back to Baton Rouge with return flight to Atlanta and Cali is your BEST LOW COST option for Jazzfest travel, my recent experience informs me you may want to reconsider. The taxi ride is a bit overpriced.

To set the virtual table before you, imagine arriving at the Jazzfest site – a sprawling carnival-meets- NASCAR fanbase- meets-hipster 30something mess of people tangled across a landmass that resembles the grounds of a nightmarish Renaissance fair gone music conscious. You know the scene. Music charges the air from all directions as you trudge your way through a turkey leg graveyard from one stage to the next.

But lift yourself out of the drifting herds and take a bird’s eye view on this confederacy of dunces: you will see that at the very center of the festival, not unlike a diseased and atherosclerosized heart, lie the objects of our fancy…the unmistakable Jazzfest food stalls. With several locations maliciously situated as far from the portoshitters as possible, these food stalls are a glimpse into God’s pantry. If God is a jumbo-sized, grease-mongering, spicy assblast-inducing Cajun, that is. Here is but a glimpse of the foodstuffs that sizzle, steam and squish behind those celestial curtains:

Item	Overview	Slam® Caloric Equivalent	Assblast Factor*
Smoked Boudin Sausage	Think of an ultrathin latex condom steamed and stuffed to explosive capacity with your mom’s best fried pig’s blood, smoked liver and sautéed garlic rice. Try to swallow whole.	2 French Toast Slams®	2
Boudin Balls	Let your tongue drift slightly below that sausage and playfully encounter a set of crispy deep-fried balls filled with the same juicy mixture. Now cover that with a creamy remoulade and suck with joy.	2 Grand Slams®	5
Crawfish Sack	For the more refined palate, wrap your lips around this crispy yet ultimately grease-bottomed concoction. Once your teeth nibble through the delicate exterior, glutinous globs of mudfeeding minilobsters gurgle into your mouth. Don’t choke!	5 All-American Slams®	7
Jalapeno & Spicy Sausage Stuffed Bread	It doesn’t take a genius to grab a slab of flatbread, slice sleazy chunks of red hot sausage, mix liberally with cholesterized cheese and blazingly spiced japs and melt into a crunchy goofest. But it takes a hero to maintain ass control after consumption.	8 All-American Slams®	11
Cochon de Lait Poboy	Take the ass of a milk-fed, life-caged, 2-month old piglet and shred it into a thousand mouthwatering meat strings. Mix with a gallon of mayonnaise and stink-steamed cabbage and stuff into the tightest bun you can find. Slurp out the meat filling for the ultimate “suckling pig” experience.	5 French Toast Slams®	3
Cracklins	If Silence of the Lambs had been titled Silence of the Pork, Cracklins would have taken home the Oscar. Take the mama and papa of Cochon de Lait, rip off their skin and underlying fat, grind it into bite-sized chunks and deep fry those motherfuckers until they squeal their way into an unsuspecting mouth.	22 Lumberjack Slams®	9

* All caloric values expressed in Denny’s Signature Slam® breakfast equivalents
** Assblast factor ranges: 1 (laughing ass) / 5 (crying ass) / 10 (lava ass)

 

Smoked Boudin Sausage w/ Boudin Balls

 

Cracklins

 

Stuffed Bread

HEADS UP AND SHOPPING
Hot Hot Heat @ The Grove just outside Crate and Barrel Thu 5/8

In a not altogether unpuzzling turn of events, Hot Hot Heat will play a free show at everybody’s favorite Vegas-sized mall The Grove™, tomorrow evening, for the Canadian Board of Tourism. We’re told the show kicks off at 745 pm (Serena Ryder opens) with British Columbia’s own Hot Hot Heat purportedly taking stage sometime after (HHH’s official website has the show starting at 630pm, further adding to our overall confusion about the affair). Go Canada! You have been duly advised.

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3.05pm. Hollywood, CA. Come on girl, that’s it! Faster! Break through the pack! Oh, hello. You’ve caught DF in the middle of his second-favorite derby, that of the Kentucky-and-horse-racing variety. Isn’t the commonality of vocabulary one invokes in rooting for both forms of derby strikingly similar? What an amusing coincidence. Anyway, DF isn’t worried about the race’s outcome because he convinced some ignorant sucker/bookie to take a bet that no horse will be shot on the track immediately after the race. After all, what are the odds that some sick freak would do that?

Thirty seconds later. God dammit. DF makes his way over to the bar for his thirteenth mint julep. Losing $1000 is a painful way to learn that horse assassination is apparently standard in thoroughbred racing. I don’t like that sport anymore. But I do, as Losanjealous readers know well, love me some roller derby. And fortunately, there’s a bout on tap tonite and DF is, per usual, on the guest list.

6.55pm. Hi-Fi, Losanjealous, CA. DF arrives at the Doll Factory in bourbon-soaked seersucker, reeking of muddled mint. I ascend to the media skybox, where plentiful free booze awaits in icy cold buckets (seriously, whoever facilitated this largesse, I love you). There’s particular buzz in the air tonight because this isn’t just a league game, it’s a battle royale for Southern California banked-track roller derby supremacy pitting the LA Ri-ettes, a select team of LADD’s top skaters against the less creatively named San Diego Derby Doll All-stars.

7.17pm. Critical backstory: this is the second meeting between the two teams. Last year, the Ri-ettes traveled south to Diego, where SDDD earned a crushing 62-37 victory. Does this result mean that LADD’s southern sisters are their vast derby superiors? Possibly but not necessarily. Not only was last year’s match played on SDDD’s home turf, but also on a flat track, making for a deceptively different contest.

7.39pm. Regardless, the 2007 drubbing stirred up passionate ill will between the two cities that has whipped the fans into a frenzy of regionalistic parochialism as the first jam approaches. Ever the intrepid journalist, DF chooses a derbygoer at random to provide an illustrative quotation. “Do I hate San Diego?” the fan replies, virtually frothing at the mouth with Angeleno pride, “No, I think it’s a really nice place. I actually have relatives there and enjoy visiting.” My god—truly, this bloodthirsty regional rivalry brings out the dark side in all of us.

7.58pm. Let the derby commence! Any suspicion that San Diego would reprise last year’s beatdown is put to rest early on, as Kung Pow Tina (skating bravely through injury) leads off with a clean and convincing four-point jam. A few jams later, Mila Minute (sporting newly black hair and a truly eye-popping unitard) laps the SDDD pack twice to rack up eight points. LA’s jammers are on their game, too, with Krissy Krash and Broadzilla contributing crowd-pleasingly violent blocks. By the end of the first quarter, LA leads 33-4. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a blowout.

8.21pm. Now some would say that blowouts are not fun sporting contests for fans. DF, by contrast, would say that it depends on what kind of sports fan one is. Some fans are classy aesthetes. They are connoisseurs who prefer to see evenly matched competition and appreciate the subtle nuances of athletic excellence. Others, like DF, think connoisseurship is a load of boring crap. You can have your 1-0 pitching duels and your nil-all soccer defensive tactic-fests. Give me high scores, lopsided victories, and preferably a bench-clearing brawl or two.

8.47pm. Late in the second quarter, I am treated to one of the most delicious by-products of the blowout: taunting! Gori Spelling and Mila Minute each punctuate rather easy four-point jams by preening to the fans at the expense of the Diego skaters, and the crowd laps it up lustily. Last year’s crushing defeat is now a distant memory.

8.50pm. Yikes. Halftime and the score is already a pornographically disparate 67-8. One theory that floats around the media skybox is that the fix is in: the mob of referees that swarms the infield includes among its number only a single representative from SDDD (for an apparent 47:1 LA:SD ratio). So, bias is one explanation for the lopsided score. Of course, an equally plausible explanation could be that the San Diego team’s pre-game chow was secretly laced with powerful slowifying narcotics, or that the Ri-ettes have greased their rollerskates with a magical fastification agent. DF, always a fan of Occam’s Razor, theorizes simply that the result points to the vast difference between the banked-track and flat-track versions of roller derby, and the attendant difficulty of adjusting from one form to another. Or maybe it’s just that our girls are untamable bad-asses. Hey, either way I’m looking forward to seeing just how the LADD all-starz will administer the rest of the blowout.

9.07pm. The third quarter commences, and the gargantuan score gap breeds some interesting strategic change-ups. For one thing, it provides the Ri-ettes a chance to feature jammers who would never get to play that position in a close game. Haught Wheels and P.I.T.A. show their point-scoring skills, and P.I.T.A. impresses in her debut with a four-point jam that pushes the score to 80-10. The point differential frees up the LA skaters and they put on quite a show: Krissy Krash pulls off an acrobatic leg whip with Mila Minute; Laguna Beyatch fakes out an opponent with a body swerve so convincing that the deceived blocker goes down without even being touched; and then, for the piece de resistance, top-scoring jammer Mila Minute breaks through the San Diego pack, laps it once for four points, and then turns and skates backward to lap the pack again. It is rude and yet so awesome all at the same time.

9.16pm. Let Us Now Praise the San Diego Derby Dolls: DF would like to make it clear that however much this contest turned out to be a brutal face-crush in favor of the Ri-ettes, there are many reasons that SDDD deserves commendation. (1) This is San Diego’s first banked track game ever; (2) for reasons that I have no time to elaborate here, the flat/banked track transition is enormously hard to make; and (3) despite facing a truly brobdingnagian deficit, those bitches keep skating their guts out, which is truly admirable. If DF had been in such a position, he totally would have been all like, “fuck this shit. I’m going home to play Mexican train dominoes with my homies.”

9.33pm. Injuries and ejections punctuate the final quarter of the game. Iron Maiven and Broadzilla of the Ri-ettes along with San Diego’s Bonnie D. Stroir (who had a very fine game, in DF’s opinion) are ejected for foul accumulation, and a number of other San Diego-ite (San Diego-an? San Diegan?) ladies succumb to injury. Thankfully, the injured players are not immediately mercy-killed via shotgun on the infield, as in thoroughbred racing. That practice is very rare in roller derby; I’ve seen at most one or two skaters euthanized during games in all the time I’ve covered this sport.

9.42pm. It’s often said that lopsided games are dull because there is no suspense about the outcome. As any true fan of blowouts knows, this is fraudulent. As the fourth quarter draws to a close, the Ri-ettes stand on the brink of a record-setting feat: scoring 100 points in a game (a nearly unheard of point total in any roller derby match that features one-minute jams). Gori Spelling racks up enough points to blow past this mark, and the scoreboard resets to zero. For a moment it appears that San Diego leads LA 13-2. But even after they’ve been assessed a 100-point penalty, the Ri-ettes come back and re-take the lead, capping an astonishingly dominant victory by 18-14 on the scoreboard and 118-14 in reality.

10.01pm. DF fixes to leave the Factory, contemplating the just-concluded carnage. Tis true that this contest had none of the nail-biting qualities of some of the thrilling contests that characterized many of the recent intra-LADD bouts. But if those games were haute cuisine, this one was a huge-ass cheeseburger with salty fries and a non-diet coke on the side. They are vastly disparate iterations within the same genre, and both deeply satisfying for entirely different reasons. Truly it has been an orgiastic Roman feast of roller derby thrills, spills, and skillz. DF has, as usual, made a shameful pig of himself, and as he wanders through the Doll Factory’s vomitorium and into the balmy May nite, he realizes that he is, for once, sated. Good night and thank you.

Photos and credits:

1. Derby Blur

2. Venus de Maul’r and Tawdry Tempest incite ri-etting

3. Krissy Krash face-plants Isabelle Ringer

4. SDDD skater goes over the rail

5. Leg whip!

6. Hurdling SDDD skater

7. LA Ri-ettes celebrate victory

Photos #1-4 & 6-7 (C) 2008 by Rinkrat; photo #5 by Stalkerazzi, (C) 2008 by Kittyfight Productions, Inc. Do not use without owner’s permission.

Yo Majesty: I don’t really like their sound, but it was impossible not to have fun watching Jwl and Shunda perform the shit out of tracks like Kryptonite Pussy and Club Action. The first I ever learned of Yo Majesty was from this very site (here); sadly, this show did not contain any exposed breasts or Mr. T dolls. But it did contain a lot of energy and two cute lady breakdancers.

Crowd: Young and very polite. DIOYY had more people there than Yo Majesty. I can see DIOYY successfully playing larger venues, but I think Yo Majesty should keep it small and sweaty.

This Just In: Ample (read: ample) tickets are still available for Hall and Oates, both dates, at the Troubadour. Could it be due to the fact that they are $200 a pop? Say it isn’t so, rich girl. You’re out of touch. Everybody’s high on consolation. I can’t go for that. No can do, maneater. I’m a family man. That said, your kiss is on my list and you make my dreams come true. If you have everything your heart desires - as well as $1,795 burning a hole in your pocket - buy eight tickets today.

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Photo of Tastemakers Congregating, Making Taste by Alicia Lin via TasteTV.com

TasteTV.com sends the enthusiastic report:

Not only were the panels great, the networking was as well. Plus, we came away with some incredible insights and buzz words, like Donna Boyer of Danoo introducing the concept of “micro-boredom” to help explain the acceptance of digital video networks at gas stations, cafes, restaurants and mobile devices (we can’t stand being bored for even 10 seconds). Also, Sylvie Gayot of Gayot.com’s insightful comment that the ‘United States was not really known as a food and wine paradise until only 20 years ago,’ helping to explain our current newfound obsession with the subject. This followed by the lively “Bottom Line” discussion on making money and raising money - a topic none of us can afford to overlook.

The tastemakers who congregated to make taste included:

Burst Media - Kelsey Scott, Chow.com - Davina Baum, Bhootan - Kristin Hawley Dossetti, LA.com - R Jason Middleton, Foodbuzz.com - Doug Collister, Like.com - Azhar Khan, Stylehive.com - Sabrina Yeung, Boulevards City Guide Network / SFStation.com - Harlow F. Newton III, Boorah.com - Boorah.com, Turnhere - Andrew Kaplan, Youtube - Sadia Harper, Gayot.com - Sophie Gayot, Sugar Publishing (FabSugar, YumSugar.com) - Danny Feekes, Fashiontribes.com - Lesley Scott-Silbergeld, Somagirls.tv / Soma Management - EC Morgan, Metromix (Tribune-Gannett) - Kara Walsh, Kickapps - Cameron Shaw, Zinio - Jeanniey Mullen, Intercasting Corp - Derrick Oien, Danoo - Donna Boyer, Fanpop - Dave Lu, Reality Digital - Cynthia Francis, FutureWorks - Brian Solis, Yelp - Sonia McFarland, Federated Media - Bernie Albers, Tilzy.tv - Jamison Tilsner, Zvents.com - Paul O’Brien, 7×7 Magazine / Hartle Media - Lindsey Shook, SF Convention & Visitors Bureau - Lynn Bruni, Smart Mobs/the Long Now Foundation - Stephanie Gershon, TasteTV - a.k. crump.

Topics discussed at the Summit ranged from panels titled:

“Influencing & Following Consumer Tastes in a Digital World: The New Players, The New Paradigms, The New Moguls,” and “Traditional Media: Embracing Digital Strategies to Viably Evolve” to “The Rise of TasteMaker Content and Distribution,” “Social Networks and Broadband Platforms,” and “Profitable Branding & Marketing: - Leveraging Influencer Buzz at the Local Level.”

And lastly, but not leastly:

Summit food included the SUPPERCLUB LUNCH prepared by Chef Guus:
*avocado mousse with eatern flavored salmon and asian chips,
*crab salad with lemongrass vinagrette and sesame chile tuile,
*belgin endive with truffled chicken and basil reduction jus,
*bruschetta with aubergine caviar, arugula salad, feta, and tomato compote

My Bloody Valentine @ Santa Monica Civic Auditorium Wed 10/1
My Bloody Valentine @ Santa Monica Civic Auditorium Thu 10/2

The last time they played the U.S. was 16 years ago, right here in L.A. (The Palace, July 5, 1992) so it’s only fitting they end the tour here.

Tickets on sale this Friday.

Somewhat inexplicably I’m still alive following back-to-back Coachella & New Orleans weekends. We’ll have some fun coverage of the 2008 New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival rolling out this week; stick around.

Kids in the Hall
Friday 5/9
Orpheum Theater
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THIS WEEK’S TICKET GIVEAWAYS

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Brett Dennen, Mason Jennings & Missy Higgins
Tues 5/13
Wed 5/14
Barnum Hall at Santa Monica High
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HEADS UP

Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players @ El Cid Fri 5/16
I Make This Sound @ Silverlake Lounge Tue 5/13
Russell Brand @ The Roxy Sun 5/25
Willoughby @ Viper Room Mon 5/26
Fiery Furnaces w/ Grand Ole Party @ Spaceland Fri 5/30
Fiery Furnaces w/ Grand Ole Party @ Spaceland Sat 5/31
Uh Huh Her @ The Roxy Sat 5/31
Augustana @ Troubadour Tue 6/10
Augustana @ Troubadour Mon 6/9
Jonathan Richman @ The Mint Wed 6/4
Jonathan Richman @ The Mint Thu 6/5
Jonathan Richman @ The Mint Fri 6/6
Jonathan Richman @ The Mint Sat 6/7
Princeton @ Tangier Wed 6/11
Thievery Corporation w/ Los Amigos Invisbles @ Hollywood Bowl Sun 6/22
The 88 @ The Roxy (Sunset Strip Music Festival) Sat 6/28
Hot Hot Heat @ The Roxy (Sunset Strip Music Festival) Fri 6/27
Chromeo @ Henry Fonda (On sale 5/10 10am) Wed 7/30
John Mellencamp w/ Lucinda Williams @ Greek Theatre Thu 7/31
Boy George @ El Rey (Performing Culture Club hits) Wed 7/16
Boy George @ El Rey (Performing Culture Club hits) Tue 7/15
Rilo Kiley @ Greek Theatre Wed 6/18
Deathcab for Cutie w/ Rogue Wave @ Nokia Theater Mon 6/23
Wolf Parade @ Henry Fonda Sat 7/19
Wolf Parade @ Henry Fonda Fri 7/18
Princeton @ Silverlake Lounge (Mondays in July residency) Mon 7/7
Princeton @ Silverlake Lounge (Mondays in July residency) Mon 7/14
Princeton @ Silverlake Lounge (Mondays in July residency) Mon 7/21
Princeton @ Silverlake Lounge (Mondays in July residency) Mon 7/28
Bloc Party w/ Does It Offend You, Yeah? @ Mayan Theatre Tue 7/29
Bloc Party w/ Does It Offend You, Yeah? @ Glass House Mon 7/28
Dr. Dog w/ Delta Spirit @ El Rey Fri 8/8
Beck, Spoon, MGMT @ Hollywood Bowl Sat 9/20

MONDAY
Le Switch w/ Frankel, Amnion & Seasons @ The Echo (Aquarium Drunkard presents Mondays in May residency–free)
Tim & Eric’s Awesome Tour @ Echoplex

TUESDAY
Atmosphere @ Henry Fonda
Laura Viers w/ Liam Finn @ The Echo
Rush @ Nokia Theater
Tim & Eric’s Awesome Tour @ Echoplex

WEDNESDAY
Atmosphere @ Henry Fonda

THURSDAY
Fern Knight w/ Ex Reverie @ Silverlake Lounge
Tapes N Tapes @ Troubadour

FRIDAY
Elbow @ Avalon
Tapes N Tapes @ Troubadour
The Kids In The Hall @ Orpheum Theatre
The Parson Red Heads @ Spaceland

SATURDAY
Air Traffic @ Spaceland
Dengue Fever @ Santa Monica Festival (Clover Park–11-6pm–DF @ 5 pm–free)
Slick Rick @ The Roxy
The Duke Spirit @ Troubadour

KROQ Weenie Roast @ Verizon Wireless Amphitheater Sat 5/17

We’ll have the pre-sale password up here shortly, I’m sure.