The abrupt closing last week of the 47-year-old Boston Phoenix was a shock to the alternative weekly ecosystem. It also underscored the divide between struggling big city papers and more viable smaller-market ones.
As we cope with the aftermath, we can't lose sight of the fact that the shooting isn't just a tragedy for the international student community: It's a tragedy for the entire Trojan Family.
The sad state of newspaper classifieds makes me feel lucky that I worked at LA Weekly during the early '80s, when the classifieds did more than drive revenue: they said as much about the city's culture as the cover stories.
It's 7 a.m., I'm struggling with jetlag from the red eye I took into LAX the night before and I'm in the wilds of the Valley, about to audition for th...
It's practically an unwritten law in clubs across the nation: guys pay a steep cover charge, but the ladies get in for free. But one man decided that ...
After watching the media coverage of the Occupy LA movement I was disheartened. It was decidedly glib. I moved my tent to City Hall the morning of October 28th and set an intention to stay for the duration.
I took a walk through the construction site at the nefarious Ford Hotel with two former residents, Abraham and Travelle. They spent their childhood in the well-documented hellhole, witnessing life at the bottom rung of capitalism.
In an economy where job security is nonexistent and it's riskier than ever to stand up to horrible bosses, there's usually nothing funny about their carelessly erratic and sometimes cruel behavior. But one finds humor where one can.
To state as a fact that a strike was "narrowly averted" has little more meaning than if I told you I narrowly averted missing dinner by consuming a sandwich just two hours before bedtime.
It is the unexpected gems which make an event like this such a treat... the discovery of flavorful bombs which blow your mind and stimulate your imagination.
Poseurs, Deborah Vankin's funny, touching graphic novel about the adventures of young adults immersed in L.A. party culture, reminds me of how I learned to decode the notorious "Hollywood No."
Watching Keith's apparently unmoored anger has often been confusing, but given what's now been widely reported, it makes more sense. The end was near, and he knew it.
The end-of-year deluge is not getting me down. Instead, I see the storms, which have blanketed the East in snow and LA in rain, as more evidence of our need to build the subway.
There is definitely an argument for working in close proximity to other artists -- that's why they invented art colonies. The Lou Beaches demonstrate that the family that glues together sticks together.
Despite what Cheech Marin's comedy routines lead LA Weekly to believe, Latinos are almost the least likely among racial and ethnic groups to have smoked marijuana.
No self-respecting American of any political persuasion can look at China's success with high-speed rail and rail travel generally without crying over how far we are from what the Chinese have achieved.
The late Tom Bradley (1917-98), one of L.A.'s best mayors -- he served a record-breaking five terms from 1973-93 -- has been all but ignored as years, decades and anniversaries roll by.
Today is Hot and Spicy Food Day, and for those of us that can't get enough of the tear-inducing, tongue-numbing good stuff, here's a list of the Top 1...
Sitting at a barside table in Cole's downtown, one of his favorite cocktail spots, Jonathan Gold swirls a rye old-fashioned, pontificating on all thin...