The plaintive cry of the mizmar undulates through the air. Ahead of the musicians, four men, impeccably dressed in high street fashion, lead the funeral procession with heads held high. But they don't walk in mournful solemnity. They strut.
What exactly is a Trespass Parade, outside of being something blaring and whirring through downtown LA that is associated with the Pacific Standard Time initiative led by a madcap roster of artists, musicians, and dancers?