Dani Katz

How to Not Cheat on Your Boyfriend

My friend Nina and I were feeling lusty and our boyfriends were out of town, so we decided to wear red lipstick and see some art. Track 16 was jamming. The faculty at Otis had taken over the sprawling gallery, and some of its work was amazing — the sepia-ink......
Illustration by Dani Katz

Getting Good Radiohead

It was Thursday night and Radiohead was playing the Greek. We didn’t have tickets, but my girlfriend and I decided we were going anyway. They’re Radiohead, for chrissake. We marched in and scoped the scene. The show was about to begin, and the Greek was jamming. Nina and I made......

Apocalypse, Sweet Apocalypse

As a believer by nature and an obsessive disasterbater by default, I bought into it hook, line and sinker. I packed a bag and called up my favorite desert hot springs hideaway, hoping it was far enough away from either the Big One’s epicenter or Disneyland to spare me. Unfortunately,......

Good Vibrations

I’m moving to the Valley. Not really, but the thought did cross my mind during a recent Thursday night when some patchouli-scented Topanga friends and I piled into my vegetable-oil-powered Benz for an impromptu excursion deep into the Valley. Past Oxnard, past Magnolia, past Victory, deeper and deeper we went......

Private Prince

It was 10 o’clock Friday night and I was at my “herbalist”?’s house, shooting the proverbial shit and blowing smoke rings, when my boyfriend rang me on my cell. “Prince is playing an invite-only show at the Roosevelt. Wanna go?” Next thing I knew, I was fidgeting in a star-studded......
Illustration by Dani Katz

Tuesday Lunches with Sarah

Tuesday, lunchtime, and M Café on Melrose was jumping. Michael Rapaport, star of True Romance, Beautiful Girls and, less gloriously, the sitcom The War at Home, snagged the two-top that I’m fairly certain I saw first for himself. So I staked out a spot at the community table where beautiful......

The Last Rodeo

After a five-year battle with the state parks department to stay where they are, the last dozen or so Lower Topanga holdouts faced their final eviction on January 31 by partying like there’d be no tomorrow. I wandered down the hill to poet/artist and party host James Mather’s notorious Rodeo......
Illustration by Dani Katz

You Say Lemur, I Say Tapir

After spending three months speculating about the mysterious shipping crates stacking up on the side of Pacific Coast Highway, just north of the Santa Monica Pier, I wasn’t going to let the persistent rain, being late for a lunch date or having to pee really badly stop me from taking......

Jesus May Be Magic, But His Ass Don’t Sing

I score the loading-zone space directly in front of the theater (a thousand chocolate frosted thank yous to the ignorant masses who know not the secret rules of L.A. loading zones). I saunter to the end of the already dense line and take my place among the slackers and the......