© 2007 Drew Tewksbury: Multimedia Journalist. 
Visitors Fall Down the Rabbit Hole at this Los Angeles Anti-Institution: A look at the inimitable people who breathe their art and soul into the museum’s mindbending collection of curios.
The Drones tumble into darkened realms, swaggering with delightfully sloppy guitar and tumbling drums, as the record brims with the urgency of a confession from the gallows.
My Bloody Valentine would have no analogue in the rap world if it weren’t for Dälek.
If Justice built the house of French dance thrash, Mr. Oizo tears it down on Lambs Anger. Deconstruction is nothing new for France’s l’enfant dancible.
American film has never been nice to Nazis. Typically they are portrayed as psychotic megalomaniacs, dandy-ish stiffs, or anonymous henchmen. But in Valkyrie, Nazis get a new look.
Flapper extravagance meets industrialist opulence
News & Notes , November 14, 2008 · When and how do children look in the mirror and ascribe race to their identities? As part of News & Notes’ month-long series on race, Farai Chideya takes an in-depth look at how kids develop a racial consciousness. For insight, she speaks first with Christia Brown, [...]
…within the constrained rhythms of her music—fragile micro beats seemingly sewn together with spiderwebs—she reveals the rhythmic skeleton of South America at her core.
The double-neck guitar is the ultimate signifier of musical masturbation and phallocentric crotch rocking. That is, unless you’re El Ten Eleven, the post-rock duo from Los Angeles, who lay down simple rhythms, then wield the finished product as mechanized dance jams. During live performances, Kristian Dunn, brandishing his beautiful guitar/bass, and drummer Tim Fogarty create [...]
Something wicked has come out of Wasilla, Alaska, and it’s not a bespectacled, moose-burger-eating enfant terrible of presidential politics. Instead, it is the sprawling sound of outlandish rock quartet Portugal. The Man. Crafted like an eclectic cathedral of sound, each song on the grandiose album Censored Colors is a keystone. And the sum is greater [...]
A new Calexico album is seldom something new. Instead, the nouveau-Western band’s albums evoke the pleasure of rediscovering a favorite book: poring over familiar passages, returning to a forgotten place. After almost twenty years of making music together, Calexico’s newest album, Carried to Dust, is an enjoyable embrace of nuance rather than novelty. There is [...]
The space fills with the warmth of carefully orchestrated noise pouring from Randy Randall’s grimy guitar layers and Dean Spunt’s thump-thump drums. The Ukrainian Culture Center is at a confluence of Los Angeles’s old-guard zine punks and the new school’s viral video generation of digipunks. But No Age is old school.
“Gonzo style is a series of riffs: partly truth, partly fiction—sometimes pure fiction—with serious reporting. I also think it represented being “gone”—being able to ingest a lot of drugs. Hunter was Gonzo in that sense too…”
In the desolate landscape of philosophy, at the turn of the millennium, one name stands alone: Slavoj Žižek.
Blades of Glory Two dudes + ice skates = comic gold By Drew Tewksbury Metromix March 30, 2007 The phrase “great comedic pairs” may bring to mind Abbott and Costello, Sonny and Cher or even Bush and Cheney, but Ricky Bobby and Napoleon Dynamite? Fortunately, the inspired combination of Will Ferrell and Jon Heder creates [...]
Tijuana is a schizophrenic city. It’s a place with a reputation for cartel violence, cheap face-lifts and drunken escapades by American college students. But underneath the myths of this sprawling border metropolis exists a burgeoning art and music scene that thrives on these contradictions. It’s where the Nortec Collective’s Bostich + Fussible cultivate their hybridized dance beats, which keep one foot on each side of the border and create ass-shaking jams infused with norteño, the sabor of Northern Mexican folk music.
Prada Marfa Alongside a desolate stretch of highway outside the small Texas town of Marfa (pop. 2,121), a solitary white monolith emerges from the desert sand emblazoned with the most powerful word the world has ever known: Prada. Created in 2005 by Berlin-based artists Michael Elmgreen and Ingar Dragset, Prada Marfa is sculptural reconstruction of [...]
The Tap-Taps of Haiti and the Jeepneys of the Philippines are Folk-Art love affairs, they’re fast-driving, smog-barfing art galleries on wheels.