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DJ Life @ Groove, Thursday Nights

When DJ Life used to work at Amoeba, he was everyone’s favorite. He’s always full of positive energy and never has anything bad to say about anyone. He is a glass half full in a world full of half empty glasses.  Besides his positive demeanor, he is a damn good DJ.
DJ Life always has the right cuts and the right time. His mixes are seamless and he's making Los Angeles believers in his blend of soulful Deep House.

Having had residencies at various L.A. hot spots such as the Standard and The Room, Life wanted to break away and do his own thing. Groove is where you will hear him at his best and doing exactly what he wants. Along with DJ’s Vika & Kaleem, Groove will keep you on the dance floor the whole night with their blend of Soul, House, Hip-Hop, Disco classics and World Rhythms. Then again, you’ll never know what DJ Life will bring out of the crates. All you need to know is that you won’t want the night to end.




Groove happens every Thursday @The Blu Monkey Bar & Lounge
5521 Hollywood Blvd. @ Western Ave.

Doors @ 9 p.m.
21 and Over

DJ Life’s deep house mix CD’s  are available in the house section of Amoeba Records Hollywood.
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Getting Over

Impossible Funky Records !
 





Unicorn Video 5225
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The House That Dripped Blood

Terror Waits For You In Every Room
 



Prism Entertainment 9524
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(In which Job abides a leisurely Sunday.)

It is Sunday. There’s a warm breeze that skims our skin outside, keeping us from breaking a sweat, though the sun shines brightly. Even now, as I sit in the living room of my lover’s house, listening to a suite written by my favorite classical composer for a spring day, Delius, the light shines through windows and hits the blonde wood floor and white walls, casting a buttery glow; keeping it balmy, as though this room is an extension of some lazy park.

Upstairs, my lover snoozes; his body sprawled out and touching every corner of the bed. Napping on a Sunday afternoon – he is in Heaven.

I f***king hate it. I HATE SUNDAY! I hate the warm breezes and clement temperature that elicits such ridiculous adjectives as read above! Blonde wood and buttery glow? What the hell is this anyway – a porn story for an Ikea catalogue?!

All my life and especially as a child I have regarded Sundays as the day that fun “takes the day off”. When you’re a kid and still in prison… did I say “prison”? I meant school. Sorry.

When you’re a kid and still in Guantanamo Bay, Sunday is the day before you have to return to class. As if being a kid in the 1980’s wasn’t bad enough. Double whammy!

I am grumpy. The good news is that I took my last dosage of antibiotics this morning. For those of you who haven’t read my previous entries, I have been battling a nasty case of breast cancer.

(Regular readers will know it’s actually just an ear infection, but first timers need to be drawn in with something a little more dramatic and compelling.)

Anyway, I am listening to the British composer, Frederick Delius. You Kate Bush fans will recall a track on her enigmatic effort, “Never For Ever” a song that bears his name, which is her love song for this composer. Or maybe it’s just a metaphor for her angst over her bunny slippers. Or maybe it’s about a ‘shroom trip she had while churning her own butter. It’s Kate Bush, so how are we to know?

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L.A. May 1st Immigrant March

Rubber Bullets Won't Stop Us


we will march on.


thanks to Marisa Ronstadt for the words and Joanna Hernandez for the photo
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