Last week I got to sit in the third row of an Ettes show the night before their real show. They were brilliant.

Apparently Robert Christgau sort of agrees with me. Also apparently they’re making a video, possibly based on a great work of film art. Paging casting!

My cousin Loretta left me in the exhibit for a long while while she went to her far-away building on the Centers for Disease Control campus. While she was gone, I played around with the outbreak suit. No monkey, though.

Los Angeles, you really ought to check these guys out.

I am not a Sunset Strip person. I am a Frenchmen street girl; I am an Oak Street girl. I haven’t figured out the equivalent to Le Bon Temps here in LA; somehow I doubt there is one. But, or as Kate Hepburn would say, “Nevertheless:” I love going to The Roxy for this.

It’s fun. I know, from last weekend’s Sunday Styles section, that New York loves its rockin’ wedding band. Because they play songs you’ve heard of. That rock. This is a live mashup, people: they play songs you’ve heard of. That rock. With and against each other. And my hometown pals have a mashup band of their own. But these arrangements are inventive, intelligent, and dare I say, geeky. That vs. The Roxy is a mash-up all by itself.