Jeff Weiss

Last night, Phora turned 21. The evidence of his surprise party still decorates his house in Corona: half-devoured birthday cakes, black and white balloons, empty beer cans and paper streamers. There's ample......

Back when Anderson Paak was better known as Breezy Lovejoy, we met at the Dr. Robbin restaurant, close to his Koreatown home. It was less than two years ago, and though the Oxnard-raised soul assassin possessed the style, charisma and singing chops of a star, he remained largely anonymous. Things......

Few places are more frantic and anxious than backstage before a show. This afternoon is no different. Less than 30 minutes before making one of her first nationally televised appearances, Meg Myers paces Revolt TV studios in Hollywood, sipping tea, debating whether or not she’ll play bass as part of......

You don’t expect to hear synth pop on 56th Street in South Central. It’s known as the neighborhood that begat the sawed-off gangsta raps of Schoolboy Q and Ice Cube — walking distance from where the riots first started. Boyz N’ the Hood territory, not Boys Don’t Cry. But that......

We live in a time when grotesque self-promotion is often considered an asset, but Jamie Strong takes the opposite approach. The co-founder of Innovative Leisure Records and the Do-Over party series initially didn't want to do this story — lest he unintentionally deflect praise from his partners. In a way,......

For the last three Septembers, this column has implemented the most statistically advanced sabermetrics available to assess the Dodgers' championship odds, in the form of their players' walk-up music. One secret left out of Moneyball was that players with stellar theme music are more apt to have higher on-base percentages......

If you skim the singles, you might get the wrong impression of RJ. Over the last 18 months, the South Central–raised protégé of DJ Mustard has dropped several of L.A.’s biggest street rap hits. There’s “Get Rich,” on which RJ and Oakland’s Iamsu! taunt how they’re going to get richer......

The staff at George Petrelli’s Steakhouse in Culver City greet Dam-Funk like a celebrity, even though they’ve never heard his music. He’s a regular, but it’s more than that. Some people just naturally command respect. If they listened to his catalog, they’d understand their instincts are correct. Dam-Funk has done......

Picture yourself in the world’s grimiest bathroom. Graffiti smears the walls. Piss everywhere, the toilet seat unwashed for eons. You soap your hands, but the water doesn’t work. You’re wondering what brought you into this foul tomb. Then you look at the mirror and on it are scrawled the words......

The idea of a collective “song of summer” is a myth. Once a year, the media conspiratorially anoints the most infectious June-to-August anthem. But little feels more personal than what you bump during the hottest months. School’s out, days are longer, and Nate Dogg’s eternal spirit haunts every cookout from......