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Lifeblood Harmony Apr 17, 2014 Malashock Dance and Art of Élan collaborate for the first time to present three evenings of original choreography set to live music by three of today’s most appealing contemporary composers: David Bruce, Judd Greenstein and Osvaldo Golijov. 61 other events on Thursday, April 17
 
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Wednesday, October 26,2011
Shot on Scene

Spin jumps on the dubstep bandwagon

By Seth Combs
Sorry, that’s not Paul Wall and, no, he’s not dating Scary Spice. It’s just a guy who thinks mouth grills are still cool and a go-go dancer who’s a wee bit past her prime (pilates
Wednesday, October 19,2011
Notes from the Smoking Patio

San Diego bands grapple with national buzz shortage

Some leave for a shot at the big time; others stay and make the best of it

By Seth Combs
It’s a dispiriting thing to see one of San Diego’s best bands or artists pack up and leave for a more buzz-friendly city like L.A. or Austin, only to blow up once they get there. I
Wednesday, October 19,2011
Music feature

Big Freedia, ‘Queen Diva’ of bounce music, gives it her all

New Orleans hip-hop artist wants you to practice in front of a mirror and then shake your booty at her show

By Seth Combs
For the uninitiated, this might just sound like some uninhibited, unadulterated fun. But for Freedia, bounce—and all the popping, locking, vibrating and wiggling that comes with it—is a core part of New Orleans culture. Indeed, it’s part of history.
Wednesday, October 12,2011
Shot on Scene

The luck of the Irish

McFadden’s Restaurant and Saloon

By Seth Combs
I was just thinking the other day, God, I miss Moose McGillycuddy’s. I wish Downtown had another faux-Irish, corporate chain pub, ’cause there certainly aren’t enough already. And behol
Wednesday, October 12,2011
View from a Stool

The Album Leaf in the Mississippi Ballroom

Indie-electro band puts on an engrossing show at a venue built for jazz bands

By Seth Combs
Once LaValle took the stage a little before midnight, joined by a cast of new and old bandmates, the crowd seemed a little restless. Luckily, they stuck around for LaValle’s 13-song set.
Wednesday, October 5,2011
Soundwaves

Psychic Dancehall, 'Dreamers' (Art Fag)

Husband-and-wife duo makes the lo-fi equivalent of PDA and pet names

By Seth Combs
Recorded primarily in a San Diego apartment during a rainy winter, Dreamers has roots in both Phil Spector’s “wall of sound” and late-’70s no-wave, but repeated listens reveal an array of influences.
Wednesday, October 5,2011
Shot on Scene

Fall fashion sucks

By Seth Combs
Fall is here, the weather’s getting cooler, and that means I’ll be seeing a lot more stupid headgear at El D’s “Dub Dorado” on Wednesday nights. I thought the whole “spir
Wednesday, September 28,2011
Shot on Scene

Analog's street cred

By Seth Combs
Analog proved its street cred on Saturday night by booking Miami house DJ Lazaro Casanova, all but announcing that it’s gunning for Voyeur's and El Dorado’s PBR dollars. But, alas, even with
Wednesday, September 21,2011
Shot on Scene

Hangin' with Bert & Ernie

By Seth Combs
This space is usually dedicated to nighttime shots, but when everybody’s favorite, uh, domestic partners, are caught drinking Coors and smoking cigs while our photographer is making his way back
Wednesday, September 14,2011
Notes from the Smoking Patio

Where’s your soul, San Diego?

Singer Rodney Hubbard laments the lack of R&B-friendly venues

By Seth Combs
San Diego is the most soulless city I’ve ever been in. OK, before you get all, like, “Oh, that Seth Combs—what an asshole,” or start flooding my editor’s inbox with love-it-or-leave-it letters, let me explain:
 
 
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