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Posted in Uncategorized on June 30, 2011 by Keyvon

The first ever Electric Daisy Carnival in Las Vegas went off without a hitch! Congratulations to the staff and Insomniac for doing a great job and providing one of the best weekends of the year for almost a quarter million people. Getting together for such an amazing, talent-filled and fun loving event is really what keeps us going at Golden Bloggen.

Many Los Angelinos complained about the event’s move to another state, but no one who made the trek was complaining by the end. Las Vegas knows how to host a party and with 6 stages and 200 performers over 3 nights, this party was MASSIVE. We will follow Insomniac wherever they take the party next year!

We thought the move to underage unfriendly Las Vegas would weed out the 18-20 year old crowd that has dominated EDC in the past, but the troopers came out firing. The costumes from the crowd and performers were amazing and really added to the whole carnival experience. There was a dubstep stage, a chillout grassy stage, main stage, dance “tent” (more of a LED spine) and various attractions like a Heineken dome, marching band, Ferris Wheel, and more. EDC was really done right!

Our winners of the weekend were Tiesto and Laidback Luke with many other honorable mentions. My personal peak was when Tiesto dropped Avicii’s new hit “Levels” and everyone in the crowd GOT. IT. ON. When I heard the vocals “Ooooohhhhhh sometimes… I get a good feeling”, chills went through the entire crowd. That moment definitely put a smile on everyone’s face.

EDC once again proved to be a great place to let loose, have some fun and meet new people while listening to the best DJs in the world. We really look forward to Insomniacs upcoming events like Audiotistic and Nocturnal. See the links below for more info and purchase your tickets now because you definitely don’t want to get shut out! – can’t WAIT for Flux Pavilion!


Tiesto and Sneaky Sound System – I Will Be Here (Wolfgang Gartner Dub Remix)

David Guetta & Afrojack – Pandemonium

Avicii – Levels

Laidback Luke – Turbulence


Posted in Uncategorized on June 29, 2011 by Keyvon

Some of you may have heard this story already, but I have the full email. It was just sitting in my inbox this morning and apparently it has been gaining some momentum online since then. One of my all-time favorite film makers, Quentin Tarantino, had a hook up he will most likely regret for some time. A self-promoting, young LA woman describes her one “lucky” night with QT:


You are either getting this e-mail because I’ve promised I would tell you this story and haven’t yet, you’re besties with someone I used to hook up with, or because my need for attention and adulation has reached such an all time high that I decided to pick 15 of you at random to listen to this story (most likely explanation), but all the same, below is the (in)famous but true story of how I met Quentin Tarantino…Adam and Ethan, I’ll be expecting your short film script of this in my inbox in the next couple of weeks…

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011:

Get a BBM at 8 in the morning from my friend Nicki telling me we’re going to a party in “the Hills” that night because the Yankees were in town.  But this party now presents a conundrum as a) I didn’t know people partied on Wednesdays because I’m uncool and b) I had just run out of clean underwear and hadn’t shaved my legs in three days, so I wasn’t really in a “party” sort of place.  (what’s that you say? You’re surprised I’m single?)  However, after being told to grow a pair, I decided to join the girls after work for this fiesta.

Party time rolls around that evening and despite being a Wednesday, and based on how many trashy girls in short dresses there are, it looks like the inside of any club in Las Vegas has vomited inside this music producer’s home.  Minus all the hordes of Asians you get in real Las Vegas.  I spend my first hour at this party irritated at having to even be there, and then telling the Yankees picture Joba Chamberlain how he’ll never be as great as my beloved Brian Wilson.  I think he may have called me a lesbian as I was walking away, but I guess you can’t blame him since I did choose to wear pants.  Anyways, I digress.

Heading back inside, bored out of mind, I look over and notice Jamie Foxx and Quentin Tarantino have joined the melee.  Joy.  Two more people at this party who could not give a shit about who I am.  I go back to texting in the corner while stuffing my face with a hot dog.  About an hour later I’m making a drink and realize the pasty tall fellow pouring orange juice into my glass is the man himself, QT.  Realizing I kind of have to go for at it this point, in all my nerd glory blurt out: “I’m sure everyone tells you this but I fucking loved Reservoir Dogs.  I watched it when I was 11 for my school newspaper, and it’s badass.”  He starts laughing, thanks me, pleasantries are exchanged about how I was clearly a fucked up 11 year old for watching Reservoir Dogs, and we start what appears it might be a delightful little chat about film.  Until this happens:

Quentin:  Wow so you really loved Reservoir Dogs, huh?  Which of my other films do you like?

(this blatant arrogance is the type of douchebaggery that really gets my gourd about Hollywood, so now my film boner has turned to film hate fuck, and I feel the need to cheekily undermine Quentin.)

Me: Oh wow.  You know, I really didn’t like Kill Bill…

Quentin: What? What do you mean? 1 or 2?

Me: Ehh, a little bit of both. I just didn’t care for them.

Quentin: Wow…I don’t think anyone has said that to my face about my seminal films.

Me: Perhaps it’s because you call them your seminal films.  Shouldn’t you wait for someone else to say that?

Quentin: You know, you’ve got a mouth on you.  I like that.

At this point, QT puts an arm around me and I’m acutely aware that Quentin Tarantino has an arm around me.  As are my four friends, who are all looking at me as if I have grown a second head.  To be fair, I am easily the most uncool out of all my friends (I go to Q’s in Brentwood four nights a week), so the fact that anyone even mildly famous wants to speak to me is pretty shocking.  He’s chatting with my friends and I like it’s no big deal, I am pretending like this happens every night of my life, and out of nowhere he leans in for the makeout.  Yes.  True story.  I am pulling a frat move and making out in a crowded kitchen with Quentin Fucking Tarantino.  I cannot stop laughing AS this is happening, mainly because I see my friends Nicki and Jen literally gag behind Quentin’s head, and I really am doing this for the story at this point.  We make out some more, take a walk, keep making out, get more drinks, lather, rinse, repeat.  Believe me when I say I’m not bragging, because..well…have you looked at a photo of Quentin Tarantino recently?  (Please refer to:  <<>

At some point in our public makeout, Jamie Foxx comes over and without acknowledging me goes, “Yo QT, ready to roll?”  Quentin looks at me and says “Want to come to my house?”  Ummmmmm…fuck yes?  We get in an SUV and off we go.  As I’m in the car though, I realize two things: 1) Making out with Quentin Tarantino is a great story, but there is no way I plan on putting out, and 2) This is a director who makes up fucked up films for a living, there is a 23% chance he could Phil Spektor me, and I’m definitely not ready to die.  But alas, I’m already in the car and we’re off.

We get to the house, which is gorgeous, and Jamie Foxx takes off with his lady friend (I try to say bye to him and he doesn’t even look at me.  Jamie Foxx could not have given 2 shits who I was.  This is probably karma because I snuck into a screening of Ray in 2004 with my black boyfriend who worked at AMC at the time, instead of buying a ticket).  Which leaves me and QT alone in his bar.  I spot a photo booth and immediately realize that we must take photos, if for nothing else, proof that this story even happened.  (Because I know at least 7 of you right now think I’m still lying, and are pissed you had to read this much. It gets even better, I promise!!)  We get a few good photo strips, which I immediately buried at the bottom of my purse lest he take them from me, and go on talking about film.  (For you film geeks, this was a great conversation that led to QT cutting me a trailer of my five favorite bad movies, but for sake of some semblance of brevity, I will leave that aside for another day)

After a lengthy film discussion, Quentin suggests we head to bed, which is the point where I really start panicking.  I have stalled for a good long time but the makeouts were really losing their appeal because you can only be sweated on so much, and we were getting closer to the moment of truth on whether I’d have to put out or not.  The makeout continues for a while longer, and I’m really getting nervous about where the night may lead, kicking myself over not pretending to be more drunk and “passing out”, and wishing he’d turn the damn lights off so that he won’t notice that I’m wearing Hanes Her Way underwear the size of Canada that I bought at CVS that morning because my life is really just that sad and pathetic.   We make out some more, there’s a little below the belt action that I try to avoid, as QT has the most unattractive penis I have ever seen (short. fat. nub-like.  The chode of all chodes.  Boys, those junior high pamphlets are lying when they say that all shapes and sizes are normal.  Lying.)   Just as I’m about to hyperventilate over the fact that he may try to put that horrific bodily implement anywhere near my Britney, he leans over and goes “Hey…”

I know this “Hey.”  This is the “Hey, should I get a condom?” hey that accompanies 20 minutes of ungratifying sex.  As I’m trying to rapidly think of ways I can agent myself out of this deal, I hear what is without a doubt, the strangest question in the history of my life.  Quentin Tarantino asks, “Can I suck on your toes while I jerk off?”  What.  The.  Fuck.

Many of you may have seen this coming, as his foot fetish is WELL documented, but for some of us who spend more time watching Kate Hudson than we do Quentin Tarantino, this was a huge shock.  On top of that, I don’t even like weird sex habits!  A saucy hookup for me is on the foot of the bed, instead of on a pillow.  Someone tried to talk me into a threesome once and I cried for an hour.  Having someone ask to fellate my feet while rubbing one out was a world I was not prepared for.

But desperate times call for desperate measures, and I realized this just might be my get out of jail free card on the whole chode in vag issue.  After some negotiations about how I would not partake in any of the hand job action were nailed down, I begrudgingly acquiesced.  (And by begrudgingly, I realized I didn’t have to shtup the dude and said sure why not in about 0.03 seconds)  And thus began the weirdest ten minutes of my life – having my feet made out with by an Oscar winning filmmaker while he pleasured himself.  Truth be told, it wasn’t so bad.  I didn’t have to do anything (a nice bonus, since I am undoubtedly the laziest person in bed, which some of you can attest to), no bodily secretions were ejected anywhere near me or my feet (thank god, because I imagine it would feel like walking in sand with wet I fucking hate that), and just as I hoped, we went to bed right after.

In the morning, I snooped through Quentin’s belongings while he was in the bathroom and now know his e-mail address.  He fooled around with my feet one more time (this time without asking, which I found rude), and then drove me back to Nicki’s apartment in Weho and that was that.

Most insane experience of my life, and without a doubt, probably the best story I will ever get to tell.  Those of you who know me well know of my love of hyperbole, so I’m actually rather sad that I won’t get to use “best story ever!!!” when talking about how I scored a free topping at Yogurtland anymore, but I suppose for Quentin I can make an exception.  I’ll try not to forget all of you little people when my feet and I make our meteoric race (foot pun intended) to the top of the A-List soon.

Till then, I’ve attached our photo booth photos for those of you who think I still just have a vivid imagination…and yes, he does look like Frankenstein.




Posted in Uncategorized on June 27, 2011 by Keyvon

My boy Jeremy who stays up in the bay (SF) sent me this video last week from Oakland (also in the bay) artist Kreayshawn. This shit blew my mind as soon as the bass dropped, the beat is amazing. Kreayshawn’s odd yet funny look might be reminiscent of YoLandi from Die Antwoord or more unfortunately Lady Sovereign. I’m not ready to say you’re gonna hear big things from this lady just yet, but some Odd Future connections might help. Notice the guy at the end of the video with the “Wolf Gang” tat? But as far as early demos/videos go this is pretty damn good.

Speaking of other strong women, Cibo Matto reunited to rock the Hollywood Bowl last night. Their first show in 10 years! If you were there I was the tall guy in the purple shirt grooving my ass off.


Posted in Uncategorized on June 23, 2011 by Keyvon


By Allie Furlotti

Rich, rhythmic and possessing a bit of a swaggering emotional stride, Arson, The Pleasure Field’s debut EP wastes no time in hooking the listener. The vocals are gravely, rough, and charismatic. The production eases off a gothic sensibility with its reverb room mic tones. They managed to capture the essence of contrast with their epic eighties inspired electronica and modern pop sensibility. Fused together they construct songs that tap into the emotion of your childhood faith in fantasy and tug the strings into the present, letting it all bleed in song with the tragic cynicism of later broken years. Arson is a dark, sultry, nostalgic symphony ready to assault you with synth blasts, and get your ass moving to the danceable groove as well. When a band moves beyond the standard guitar/bass/drums configuration, there can be a tendency for the mix to get out of whack, and fortunately you won’t find any of that here. The entire album is well-produced, and the duo is given ample space to shine.



Posted in Uncategorized on June 20, 2011 by Keyvon

I had two friends in the last week email Is Tropical’s new music video for their song “The Greeks”. And since I loved it so damn much I figured why not post it for this week’s Music Video Monday. The video is hilarious, yet slightly disturbing. It’s pretty graphic and gory but in a pleasing way. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen, I might even use the word genius. So thank you Karen and Azia for the emails, and thank you Is Tropical and the filmmakers/animators behind the video.


Posted in MUSIC on June 18, 2011 by Keyvon

There has been a lot of buzz around new LA band Kill The Complex, and I want to add some fuel to that fire. My boy Mike Elling is a member of this up and coming act and they have been turning a lot of heads in the past few months. If they sound familiar it may be because you heard their track “Get Away” on Jersey Shore last season. Or it might be because you heard them on KROQ’s Locals Only show, where they finished 5th last week behind She Wants Revenge, Awolnation, Cold War Kids, and the Fling. That’s some pretty good company. They’re actually the featured band this week on KROQ’s Local’s Only page. Locals Only airs on KROQ every Sunday night at 10PM, so let’s vote to help make them #1 this week.

Kill The Complex – Wonderland

Kill the Complex – Shine


Posted in Uncategorized on June 14, 2011 by Keyvon

“She’s a Bitch” is one of the most beautifully shot music videos I’ve ever seen. It should come as no surprise that music video directing genius Hype Williams was behind this video. He has always had the best compositions, color schemes, and concepts. The black on black makes it look like its shot in black and white. Missy actually shaved her head for this video, and she sports some diamond studded eyebrows as if she didn’t look crazy enough. It’s just a very visually pleasing video. Even the opening titles are impressive. She comes out of the water on top of a giant M, sporting spikes. Come on!