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The Best Thursday Ever: Hillcrest’s Taste ‘N’ Tinis PLUS The White Buffalo At The Casbah

By Kaitlin Perry

Post-grad Thursdays aren’t as fun as they used to be. Instead of parties in Mission Beach, most of us maturely sip on wine and read books. But now that it’s the holiday season, Christmas parties are literally taking place every single weekend. What better way to get yourself in the mood for White Elephant and Secret Santa than a night on the town, filled with festive cocktails, free samples and moving music at Hillcrest’s Taste ‘N’ Tinis, and Casbah’s White Buffalo show.

From 5 p.m. to 9 p.m. THIS Thursday, Dec. 15, I’ll be sampling my two favorite things, food and alcohol, at Hillcrest’s Taste ‘N’ Tinis – and you can too! With ticket sales benefitting the Hillcrest Business Association, Taste ‘N’ Tinis will feature over 30 restaurants offering samples of their menu offerings, as well as boutiques providing holiday cocktails and much-needed shopping deals. Even better? Free gift wrapping for the unique gifts you purchase. Taste ‘N’ Tinis is the perfect opportunity to enjoy the holiday season like a grownup, and to experience what Hillcrest has to offer. Tickets are $20 in advance and $25 day of. If you plan on trying the irresistibly named cocktails (Scroogedriver, Candy Cane Cosmos, YUM), you must be 21. Purchase your tickets here, and then head over to the Casbah’s website to purchase tickets for your next event: The White Buffalo.

Ah, The White Buffalo. His music has been featured on two of my favorite shows (Sons of Anarchy and Californication), and my good friend’s band, April Ventura & The Magnolias, is opening up for him. I told you it was the best Thursday ever.

The White Buffalo’s live show is described as powerful, and his music is reminiscent of the blues, meaningful folk and the Lost In The Wild soundtrack. His latest EP, titled Lost & Found and released on Dec. 6, is music at its best. The songs (my personal favorite being “Insane”) have a perfect tempo, their stories are relatable and they conjure up images of Jax Teller and Hank Moody being, well, moody and hot. The White Buffalo’s full-length album Once Upon a Time in the West is set to be released in February 2012, and should probably be my Valentine’s day gift, hint hint.

But don’t take my word for it (even though you should). Check out The White Buffalo’s website here, look at how long his hair is and then admire his album artwork. Sold!, for $12 tickets in advance, and $14 at the door.

Opening for The White Buffalo alongside April Ventura is River City, a band that is also folksy, amazing and soulful. I’m seriously so excited, so come join me for the perfect Thursday evening.


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The One She Wrote for Halloween

By Kaitlin Perry

Your group is approaching the first haunted house at the theme park.
The rules? You can’t touch the frightening characters, and the frightening characters can’t touch you.

As you enter the building, you hear screams and the sound of compressed air escaping from tubes. An insane-asylum patient begins to follow you through the maze as you scream with terror, but you know that you’re safe because he can’t touch you, right? But then he steps in front of you, separating you from your group. You yell your friend’s name as you try to get around the young man that is taking his role a bit too far. Forced to turn back, you realize there is no one behind you. You are the last one in the maze.

Then he grabs your hair,
and pulls you behind the curtain to your left,
exposing the extra costumes on the ground.

You try to yell for help, and thankfully you are able to, but the people walking past laugh, thinking that someone ahead of them is getting “attacked” by a fake zombie or ghost.

But it’s not pretend.

The young man rubs his hands up and down your body. He puts his face up to yours, wiping your tears away. He tells you not to be scared as he quickly ties your hands together with rope. And then he hits you over the head with the handle of a prop sword.

Upon waking, you realize that your hands are tied in a pleading position, and your wrists are burning, bleeding from the tightness of the rope. You look around, and notice that the surrounding space is just wooden walls and wooden floor, like a movie set. You look out of the makeshift window and see a sign that reads “Bates Motel.”

You are on the Psycho set.

You see the Universal Studios tour tram drive by.
You begin hyperventilating.
You remember being face to face with someone who wasn’t supposed to touch you.
You thought you were protected by the words of a contract.

Then he enters, dressed like Norman Bates. He has set up the mother’s corpse in a rocking chair, just like the film. But this corpse is real, and rotting.

He lifts you up by your shoulders and tells you the story of how he transported you to his mother’s home, and explains to you why he is doing this. He says you were the most beautiful girl that had walked through the maze, and he had been waiting to find the perfect girl to reenact one of the most famous scenes in movie history. But your bruised and battered head doesn’t know what scene he is talking about.

And then you realize you can’t walk on your own. Or talk. And he notices your sense of panic and tells you that he injected you with a paralyzing agent, but it should wear off in about two minutes. As tears roll down your flushed cheeks, he starts telling you what you are going to do.

You are going to get in the shower and pretend you are calm, relaxed and completely unaware of what is about to happen. He will then come in with a knife, and stab you. He says it has been his dream to act this out. “This,” he says, “is the scene that made me the man I am today.”

You try to resist being dragged to the bathroom he has set up. You kick, punch, pinch, bite – but really, your body is still.

He sets you down on the tile floor and takes off your clothes, turning his face to the side. He wants your body to be wet, clean and at ease when he sees it for the first time.

You notice that your voice is coming back, and you scream for help, but it comes out as a whisper. He starts to breathe heavily and, eyes closed, carries you into the shower.

Your knees hit the side of the tub.
“Please,” you beg in a hushed whisper.
“You don’t have to beg,” he says through gritted teeth. “The best is yet to come.”

He quickly closes the curtain, and he walks over to a cd player to test the music, which is the unmistakable screech of Norman Bates’ knife splitting through the skin of a blond actress.

Music to be murdered to, as they say.

Skipping backwards to the track before, he explains that you have 53 seconds of silence to clean yourself, and play the role you were born to play. The paralyzed state you were in has warn off, and you turn on the shower, trying to devise a plan of escape, but there are no windows, and Norman is waiting behind the door, counting down the seconds to your inevitable death.

You fall to the porcelain floor.
You lose hope.
His figure is visible through the shower curtain.
The outline of the butcher knife is visible through the shower curtain.
The screeching is audible through the shower curtain.
The shower curtain rips open, and the skin of your thigh rips open, and the skin of your belly rips open, and the skin of your arm rips open.

The point of the knife pierces your spine as he begins to slice you down the middle of your back, and your warm blood coats your left eye and outlines your face, which is pushed down against the porcelain. Your hair has become red. The blade moves in and out, in sync with the music.

You think of your mother, your father, your sister, your brother. You think of your hands, your smile, your hair, your teeth. You see Norman’s face, smiling and sweaty, as he kisses your lips, and you feel the knife move from the left side of your neck to the right.

All is finished, and all is black.

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Upcoming Shows that are Actually WORTH the Money !

By Kaitlin Perry and Ryan Coghill

17 October: Chromeo and Mayer Hawthorne.

If you don’t know who Chromeo is, you’re either over 40 or addicted to Top 40 radio stations. I’ve seen Chromeo twice now, and both times have been all smiles. It’s hard not to when your ears are filled with funky electro and autotune. As one reviewer writes, “the dancing doesn’t stop until the lights come on” – a very true statement.

The group, made up of two Canadians, has played sold out shows and uber-popular music festivals, including Coachella and the much-missed Street Scene. They will be playing House of Blues on Oct. 17 (Monday) alongside the also-funky Mayer Hawthorne, whose violent yet entertaining video for “The Walk” is worth a looksee.

18 October: Metronomy and Newvillager

Well-known for the positive energy and ability to invoke mosh pits at their live shows, Metronomy will be providing entertainment at Voyeur on Oct. 18. With a new album released in September, and previous albums that resonated well with reviewers and fans alike, the band is guaranteed to make the always-daunting trip to downtown San Diego worth your while.

Standout tracks on newest album The English Riviera include the poppier yet Fever-Ray-esque “She Wants” and the relatable “Trouble.” But really, every song is fun and inevitably good live. They’ll be accompanied by NewVillager, a band that also puts on an intriguingly upbeat live show. See a previously written article about the band here.


22 October: Spank Rock

“Everyday I wake up, it feel’ like my fucking birthday.” Let that line meditate within you for just a moment. Unless you have shitty memories of past birthdays, I’d imagine that waking up everyday, feeling like you’re gonna party like it’s your birthday, so to speak, you’d be pretty fucking stoked.

Spank Rock evokes that feeling of being stoked on partying, and babes, rapping about a “Girl gone wild like she on a vacation” and being “So deep in pussy” that you “need flotation.” While his rhymes and imagery are cool and clever, it’s the blend of hip-hop and electronic beats that make the party.

Spank Rock just released his sophomore album, Everything is Boring and Everyone is a Fucking Liar, and it’s a party from beginning to end. The opening track, “Ta-da” is simple and mellow, with a very consistent beat and some droning melodies. However, the next track “Nasty” speeds up and sets the fast-paced meter for the rest of the album. The combination of lyric and rhythm is reminiscent of Rage Against the Machine, minus the rock, add the electro. This influence is due in part to Boys Noize’s role in helping produce the album. The evidence is undeniably present, and this makes for a pretty bumping album. Check out “The Dance.”  It’s a definite standout. Spank Rock will be at Voyeur on Saturday Oct. 22.

26 October: White Denim

White Denim will be hitting up the House of Blues on Oct. 26 alongside Manchester Orchestra, and with White Denim having been voted Best Rock Band at SXSW by Gorilla vs. Bear (four times in a row now), it’s obviously a show that shouldn’t be missed. White Denim’s sound is indie, but in a harder, garagier more detailed way. It’s apparent when listening to their albums that they put a LOT of thought into each and every aspect of the songs they make, which is important in a day and age where anybody who knows anybody can get a record deal. True talent is hard to ignore, and that’s why White Denim is getting bigger every year.

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By Kaitlin Perry

Yesterday, I played housewife. This morning, a 23-year-old man was stabbed mere feet away from my humble abode in the midst of a home invasion (he was the intruder). This afternoon, I slept ‘till 1:30 and watched the new CBS sitcom 2 Broke Girls after I dragged myself downstairs and made some too-sweet coffee. What do these have to do with each other? They are prime examples of how quickly the circumstances in which you live your life can change, and thus I have been inspired to sprinkle words around yet again.

Though I ALWAYS played house when I was little, I never really saw myself as the “housewife” type. But then I moved in with my boyfriend, and we started cooking together and doing laundry together. But, the weirdest part about it? I loved doing it. I loved reorganizing the cupboard under the kitchen sink. I loved giving our kids – I mean…cats – a bath when I got home from work. I loved separating our clothes after I took them out of the dryer. I loved putting all of my boyfriend’s work in one neat pile by the couch. I loved getting into bed with him after we had finished tiring our brains out via books and the Internet. I loved it all, and it has become quite clear to me that life is most enjoyable at its simplest, cleanest and most organized.

But then I woke up to a phone call from him telling me that there was crime tape blocking off the street we live on. A quick Google search informed me of the botched home invasion attempt, and the warm, fuzzy feelings I had cultivated over the night were gone, replaced with feelings of disgust, confusion and sadness. The young man was reportedly trying to rob his friends’ home, in which they grew marijuana, but was stabbed as a result of what I assume was a means of self-defense. The image in my mind is grisly and disturbing, and the yellow crime scene tape makes me uneasy.

These types of occurrences make me wonder what it is in people’s heads that makes their lives simpler and more livable than others. Why can’t people keep to themselves and be happy with what they have? Lord knows I am often not as grateful as I should be for my closet exploding with clothes, my fancy laptop or my cell phone. I always want more, but I use honest means to get what I want. For that young man to be willing to risk his life over weed, or money, whichever it was that he was trying to rob the house of, must mean something beyond my realm of knowledge or understanding. I could never fathom breaking into the home of someone I knew, let a lone a stranger, just to satisfy my own need to have more. It simply baffles me that some people are able to rationalize that kind of behavior. It’s something I hate trying to think about, which is why I forced myself to go back to sleep after I read everything I could about the event.

Waking up at 1:30 p.m. without cable is always a bit daunting. Having to come up with something to do besides repinning a bunch of stuff on Pinterest is way more difficult than I thought it would ever be. Lucky for me all of the new fall shows are streaming online, so I watched 2 Broke Girls, starring Kat Dennings (who bothers me immeasurably) while eating steel-cut oats and drinking that aforementioned coffee. Surprisingly, I really enjoyed it. It was extremely hip (Peter Bjorn & John = theme song, Arcade Fire + Coldplay = first official music references) and perfectly witty. Plus, I’m about to become a real-life waitress and it was comforting to see Dennings confront her asshole customers in the opening scene. Hopefully some of my future customers will have seen this premiere and learned the proper way to treat the person giving them their food. Nevertheless, I was impressed and will be watching the show on CBS.com every week, along with New Girl and Up All Night. It appears that I’ve graduated just in time to waste my nights away watching half-hour-long comedies as opposed to doing homework. I have yet to learn which activity teaches me more.

I have also developed a strange fascination with leopard print everything.

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Jealous Shmealous: Lana Del Rey

By Kaitlin Perry

A while back I wrote an uber-long post about my girl crushes here. It discussed how the girl crush is less lesbian fantasy and more a mix of envy and admiration, two feelings that perfectly describe how I felt after I watched Lana Del Rey’s video for “Video Games.” I saw her picture on Pinterest (yep, Pinterest) and immediately needed to know why she was famous. Google took me to her official website, which immediately plays her music video. As soon as I hear her voice I was sold. Reminiscent of a more soulful, less raspy Cat Power (and slowly becoming a regular comparison to Adele), Lana Del Rey (real name Lizzy Grant) is definitely deserving of her growing attention.

Her lyrics are nice to listen to and seem to make you compare your own life to the story she’s trying to tell, but it’s the way she sings them that makes the song. This girl can change her voice any which way, and that’s pretty hot/intriguing/listenable. Her beautiful, slightly crooked face is a mix between Julia Roberts and Brigitte Bardot, and her nostalgic outfits and hairstyles perfectly enhance the depth of her songs. She also makes her own spliced up music videos that are near genius, if you ask me.

Check her out, if not for her music than for the unique style of her vids. And read this Pitchfork thing on her. While some of the questions may be stupid, her answers are pretty smart and interesting.

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Smothered In Bass(nectar)

By Kaitlin Perry

Photo by Brian Smilowitz

Bassnectar needs no pre-article bio. He’s played music festivals worldwide and has done countless shiver-inducing remixes of such artists as The Pixies. His hair is long, his bass is loud and his fans are eclectic (to say the least). He seems to be living the dream of every DJ out there – but better. And here’s why.

It is my understanding that DJs like to be mysterious (i.e. Deadmau5 and his adorable mouse hat). They like to simply stand and bounce behind their laptops and other technological instrument gadget thingies and let their fans do all of the entertaining. But Bassnectar is different. Not only does he actually dance as he plays his music, but he also talks to the crowd, letting them know when he’s gonna slow it down or speed it up and checking in on them to make sure everyone is doing okay. If I had asked the guy to my right, who was so happy all he could do was stand in one place and smile with the widest eyes I’d ever seen, how is night went he’d probably say Bassnectar was his new best friend. Though some might say drugs were the reason for this guy’s emotions, I say it was the personable DJ surrounded by all of those giant screens.

Bassnectar played all of the favorites, including his sing-a-long remix of Ellie Goulding’s “Lights” and the ever-catchy “Basshead,” as well as a few beats I hadn’t heard live before. Having seen Bassnectar twice already (R.I.P. San Diego Street Scene), I wasn’t expecting to hear or feel anything new from this artist, but I was pleasantly mistaken and have decided that this was one of the best DJ sets I’ve ever seen. The positive energy was tangible, despite the amount of weirdos in the crowd, and the music was impressive – a welcome change from the music played in P.B. bars.

Some highlights? The 40-year-old man in a leather biker vest and yellow tutu; the girl in fuzzy boots who didn’t know how to dance (she could only stomp backward and forward); the shiny confetti that dropped onto the crowd during “Lights”; the circle of girls that impressively dropped it to the floor during Dev’s “Bass Down Low”; the fact that 90% of the crowd didn’t go to UCSD (home of the RIMAC Arena); running into unexpected friends (always a plus). For those that missed out, don’t fret. This show was only the beginning of a brand new tour. Check out Bassnectar’s site for upcoming dates.


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The Glitch Mob Needs No Introduction

By Kaitlin Perry

When a band (or group of DJs) has an album that has remained in the iTunes Top 20 for over one year is touring, show previews aren’t necessarily necessary. The Glitch Mob has obviously made their talent known, having played at Coachella, Lollapalooza and EDC among many other festivals. But, why? Doesn’t all electronic music sound the same? Don’t all DJs just remix other DJs’ songs? Fuck no. Such misconceptions are the reason that show previews become necessary. Besides the fact that the Mob has officially remixed big names like Daft Punk (whoa), and they can namedrop Bjork when talking about their incredible fanbase (jealous), it’s important to note that they are also considerate of their fans and people in general. I thought it was nice of the group to say this about their musical motives:

“We wanted to explore two very different feelings while keeping them in the same world – creating songs that are immersive in a live environment, but really make a great headphone listen, too.” – Justin Boreta

But then I read that they “donated” songs to help raise funds for Haiti. While it may be trendy for rock bands to donate money or play shows for charity, it’s not as common for DJs (at least to my knowledge). A band with a collection of such good hearts is guaranteed to play a show worth paying for, and that’s why you should see The Glitch Mob at the Belly Up on June 26th. Seriously, though. Seeing live DJ sets in a bar/concert venue is much, MUCH different than seeing them at a music festival. You’re surrounded by people that are there for the exact same band as you; people who aren’t planning on leaving halfway through to catch the end of someone else’s set. Sharing a Glitch Mob experience with such people is probably beneficial to your health and could positively influence your opinion of the current state of society.

If that isn’t enough to convince you to catch their show, maybe think of their music like this: It’s reminiscent of today’s trendy/irresistible dubstep sound, but mostly it’s authentic, classic electronic music that employs tribal drumming and that cool lemeur thing; the type of shit you want to listen to when you need to feel like a badass motherfucker who rules at dancing, partying and graduating from college. Check the video (if only YouTube could handle the bass). Though the song is slow, it has amazing beat delays/drops, which will obviously be nearly unbearably good live.

PS: Mob plans to release a brand new three-song EP on July 12th, titled “We Can Make The World Stop.”

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The Kills Are Irresistible

By Kaitlin Perry

The Kills released the video for “Future Starts Slow” today, and it’s intriguing and exciting. It primarily provides a glimpse into what it’s like to be on tour when you’re beautiful, best friends with your bandmate and good at what you do, while making viewers extremely jealous of the band’s lifestyle and the lucky bitches in the crowd. (Lucky me, I get to see them at House of Blues on Sept. 11.)

What I love most about this video (besides the kissing sequence in the beginning) is the fact that Alison Mosshart and Jamie Hince are at peace by themselves in the scenes where they’re not playing live. They seem happy, tired and satisfied, all characteristics that make me love them and their music even more.

As boasted above, I’ll be seeing The Kills live at HOB, and you should too. They added a few more shows to their already lengthy tour, and luckily a repeat stop in San Diego is one of them. I’ve seen them live before, but the show was nearly ruined by the chatter of the drunk people surrounding me. Hopefully this time I can enjoy a Redbull/Vodka whilst dancing with fellow Kills fans that enjoy hearing music more than their own voice. Watch the video (this is one of the best songs on the new album), and join me in September!

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Bigger And Clearer Is Better And Wetter

By Kaitlin Perry

My dad’s friend, Chris, was visiting from New Zealand last week so that he could peruse various locations full of collectible antiques (or junk as some may say). Though his focus was mainly on car parts for hot rods and the like, he came across these large glass water jugs (pictured left). Though I have no idea what he planned on using them for, my mom came up with a snazzy idea of her own – use them as oversized flower vases.

My mom assumed that the glass jugs left on her deck must have been too big for Chris to ship back to New Zealand. Rather than have my dad hide them away in his garage, she filled them with water and various flower clippings, all of which have long stems that reach the bottom of their new home.

The salvia and sweet peas in this particular jug are highlighted by the antique chairs on their sides, as well as their tendency to droop as a result of their size. Nevertheless, they look beautiful, rustic and far from thirsty.

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Super 8 Is Super Sweet

By Kaitlin Perry

I’ve always been a fan of J.J. Abrams’ work. I’ve seen every single episode of Lost, was entranced by Cloverfield and was lucky enough to interview him when Star Trek was about to hit theaters. When I heard that Super 8 was coming out, and that Steven Spielberg and J.J. Abrams were both involved in its production, I knew that I’d be spending yet another $11.50 that I don’t have to see this bound-to-be-incredible action movie on the big screen.

Worth it?


Super 8 is a film about some 1970s kids that witness a horrible train derailing whilst filming a movie for a local film contest. After the Air Force starts to take control over their town’s well being post-disaster, things start to get a little weird, and people (and their electrical appliances) start disappearing on a regular basis.

The plot concerns itself with conspiracy theories, friendship, loyalty, monsters, magnetism and, of course, love, thus guaranteeing a theater experience that’s worth the money (hello $7 popcorn). Much like Midnight in Paris, Super 8 is everything a movie-theater movie of its kind should be. It combines intense action with perfectly-timed comedy, provides believable relationships that make viewers truly care about the characters’ survival and, obviously, has amazing special effects.

P.S. Stay for the credits.

Super 8 – official trailer from stmc on Vimeo.


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