Legend has it that a bar for the ages exists at the corner of Fountain and Normandie. The nondescript, weathered facade gives nary a hint of the glimmer of jewels inside.
Oki-Dog, now we sing thee merits. Day-glo orange shack! Shack with proud “C” rating on Fairfax! Former shack of the punkrockers in the 70s on Santa Monica Blvd!
Recommended Show of the Week: Built to Spill @ House of Blues. This is what indie rock is all about. Frontman Doug Martsch isn’t pretty, doesn’t care for the spotlight, writes epic songs that are familiar yet unpredictable and puts on a hell of a live show. Catch BTS Thursday or Friday at the House of Blues.
I’m reading the Argonaut @ lunch today and I discover they’re shrinking the performance zones in my old stomping ground. The beach madness is being curtailed, and that can’t be good: Since the lottery went into effect March 1st, street performers, who used to have few space restrictions, now have to limit their shows to a 20-foot-wide by eight-foot-deep marked area.
Unfortunately, supermarket parking lot tin shack fireworks are illegal within the city limits of Los Angeles proper. So where can one legally blow some shit up in their driveway to ring in the 4th?