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:
Dunn says he’s been “overwhelmed by the positivity” from his nightlife peers. Anybody
with a story is welcome to contribute, and Dunn is working on a feature
that will allow contributors to text stories to the site while still on
Zumba is like Yoga (here to stay) or Tae Bo (a passing trend) remains
to be seen. Peña says she’ll continue to teach it primarily because she
knows that there are so many people like her in the gym who hate working
out on treadmills and spinning classes.
Look, I know the guys in local electro-rock duo Hyena are dreamy and all, but I haven’t seen this many Downtown chickenheads and bottlerats at a Friday-night Casbah show since -- well, since Hyena played there last time. What’s next? Bottle service in the Atari Lounge? Fifteen-dollar Appletinis at the bar? Tim Pyles poppin’ bottles? Clean bathrooms?! Madness!
Let’s face it -- most of the time, rock reunions are pretty stupid. Sometimes they can be kinda cool, allowing music fans another chance to see a beloved group. Some bands do it right (Led Zeppelin, Wire, Pavement), but most just end up looking like a bunch of farcical geezers in it for a quick buck.