A member of Cane Morto is out in the surprisingly warm May sunshine, painting a bereaved impressionistic face on an abandoned wall in Hackney Wick on the outskirts of London. Cane Morto is a street art collective comprised of three Italian artists who started working together as a joke in a high school math class. … Continue reading
This is the twelveth in a weekly series that was planned to cover my travels until the end of June. Unfortunately, I had a bit of an accident, and it has delayed the writing process a little. The series chronicles my travels in Europe and the interesting things I came upon or wished someone had told me before … Continue reading
This is the eleventh in a weekly series that will extend until the end of June. It will chronicle my travels in Europe and the interesting things I come upon or wish someone had told me before I left. I will spend three weeks on a rail and boat trip ending in Budapest. This is the first … Continue reading
This is the tenth in a weekly series that will extend until the end of June. It will chronicle my travels in Europe and the interesting things I come upon or wish someone had told me before I left. This is my last week in London. Next week I will start a three week rail … Continue reading
This is the ninth in a weekly series that will extend until the end of June. It will chronicle my travels in Europe and the interesting things I come upon or wish someone had told me before I left. I will spend five weeks focusing on London. Culture is quite easy to find in London. … Continue reading
This is the eighth in a weekly series that will extend until the end of June. It will chronicle my travels in Europe and the interesting things I come upon or wish someone had told me before I left. I will spend five weeks focusing on London. Trying to find a club open past 11 … Continue reading
This is the seventh in a weekly series that will extend until the end of June. It will chronicle my travels in Europe and the interesting things I come upon or wish someone had told me before I left. I will spend five weeks focusing on London. This week I discovered that London’s public transportation … Continue reading
This is the sixth in a weekly series that will extend until the end of June. It will chronicle my travels in Europe and the interesting things I come upon or wish someone had told me before I left. For the next five weeks I will focus on London. This week, I took the train … Continue reading
This is the fifth in a weekly series that will extend until the end of June. It will chronicle my travels in Europe and the interesting things I come upon or wish someone had told me before I left. This is the last article focusing on Paris, next week will begin a five week installment … Continue reading
This is the fourth in a weekly series that will extend until the end of June. It will chronicle my travels in Europe and the interesting things I come upon or wish someone had told me before I left. The first five installments will focus mostly on Paris. Paris has more theatre posters plastering the … Continue reading
This is the third in a weekly series that will extend until the end of June. It will chronicle my travels in Europe and the interesting things I come upon or wish someone had told me before I left. The first five installments will focus mostly on Paris. Paris has more gold leaf adorning its … Continue reading
This is the second in a weekly series that will extend until the end of June. It will chronicle my travels in Europe and the interesting things I come upon or wish someone had told me before I left. The first five installments will focus mostly on Paris. In Paris, art is everywhere. And it’s … Continue reading
Chrysalis, Nostalghia’s debut is a darkly atmospheric yet ethereal album. Roy Gnan’s alternately eerie and powerful instrumentation blends beautifully with Ciscandra Nostalghia’s amorphously changing vocals and surreally emotional lyrics. According to Ciscandra “you can hear the sound of a moth throughout the entire album. At one point it comes out of my mouth and you … Continue reading
This is the first in a weekly series that will extend until the end of June. It will chronicle my travels in Europe and the interesting things I come upon or wish someone had told me before I left. The first five installments will focus mostly on Paris. Paris is gorgeous. And like most gorgeous … Continue reading
Sally’s Diner is not a place. Oh, to be sure there are diners with similar names, but this is not one of them. No, Sally’s Diner is a band. A band started eight years ago in Stevie and Sally Stewart’s narrow, nearly shotgun, mint green Hollywood apartment. Stewart and his childhood friend, Kim Thomasson would … Continue reading
Brent Fiasco grew up a regular and suburban child. It’s hard to remember that as he lies on the floor, his face in a small pile of glass, a nervous volunteer standing on his head. He didn’t officially get into “variety entertainment” until high school when he learned to juggle while riding a unicycle, but … Continue reading
Duke Chevalier is not new to dukedom. He has crowned himself a Duke of various stripes since puberty, usually to be funny. It started out as a name to put on a restaurant waitlist. Now, with the recent addition of an inspiration from the Knights Templar, his flirtation with dukedom has turned into a … Continue reading
The thing about house shows is, the start time is irrelevant, a guesstimate at best. Saturday night’s show at the Chillanova House in Davis was a prime example. The concert was advertised to start at eight. Sitting on one of the cushy couches in the living room at two minutes past the hour gave one … Continue reading
The room is full of flashing lights, pounding bass, and over a hundred people well over the age of eighteen in prom finery grinding on each other and unabashedly singing along to Sir Mix-A-Lot’s Baby Got Back. Not what one would expect to find at an art museum, but this is the Crocker’s Art Mix … Continue reading
Ciscandra Nostalghia never liked big, bustling cities. Even now, she is not one for clubbing or bar hopping, and hates ads so much when she moved to Los Angeles, driving down Sunset Boulevard and seeing the billboards would reduce her to tears. “They’re everywhere and I was just feeling so overwhelmed. Every time I left … Continue reading
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