Grey Goose knows how to throw a party. The eponymous liquor company hosted a swank shindig at the Redbury Hotel on Wednesday in Hollywood. I’ve always wanted to kick it in that hotel, so red and imposing. The party was fun.
I didn’t expect Gavin James to be so funny.
You know those bands with too many slashes. If I had a dollar for every time someone described their band as “electro/alt/hip-hop/jam/rave/spoken word,” I’d have enough money to pay rent; I don’t have enough money to pay rent.
Youth springs eternal in the music industry. Precocious singers and dancers bounce between New York and L.A. hoping to hit the big time. Few succeed.
I will never forget the day my friend queued up “Latch,” that inescapable Disclosure tune from a couple years back. I couldn’t believe the voice on this Sam Smith character.
Santa Monica hit factory Windmark Recording Studio went balls to the wall over the weekend, kicking off a series of art exhibitions in the space with “Cojones,” a provocative silk-screen work by NYC-based artist Knowledge Bennett.
Stacy Barthe is ready for the world. The syrup-voiced Motown Recordings artist dropped her first full length last month, and it’s a lush, expansive look at depression and self-medication.
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