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December 13, 1998
In "It Don't Mean a Swing" (by Joe Sehee, So SoCal, Nov. 15), the author explains that the swing band profiled performs occasionally at the Derby in Los Feliz--the club featured in the film "Swingers," which, according to Sehee, "no longer draws many of the top-name swing bands it helped establish a scant few years ago." Not so. The Derby, which recently celebrated its fifth anniversary, enjoys national and even international media coverage and is one of L.A.'s most popular venues for swing music and dancing.
November 8, 1998
Several years ago a patient of mine needed crowns to repair six fractured front teeth ("TJ for Your TMJ," by Joe Sehee, So SoCal, Sept. 27). We discussed options and agreed that porcelain crowns would be best. When I informed him of the cost, he said he'd think it over. A few months later, back for a checkup, he pointed proudly to his front teeth, which sported new "crowns" from a dentist in Tijuana. What I saw were six plastic crowns, typical of the temporary crowns we use here and not intended to last more than a few weeks.
October 14, 1991 | JAMES BATES
L. William Seidman, the outspoken Federal Deposit Insurance Corp. chairman whose term expires this month, could not resist taking a final poke at one of his most vocal congressional critics. Speaking at the American Bankers Assn. annual convention in San Francisco last week, Seidman told a story of getting a dog after arriving in Washington in 1985. Seidman said he named it "Proxmire," after former Sen. William Proxmire (D-Wis.).
January 29, 1995
Those of us pining for the return of Kelbo's, the longtime tiki-hut eatery and bar in West Los Angeles that closed last year, suffered collective heartache last week. On Jan. 20 something quite different opened in its place--Fantasy Island, a cabaret and restaurant that might be described as an American version of a Japanese hostess bar.
December 11, 1993 | DANIEL CERONE, Arts and entertainment reports from The Times, national and international news services and the nation's press
Whitney Lands in Net: In hopes of developing a competitive morning talk-show franchise, NBC will begin airing "The Jane Whitney Show" on Jan. 17, replacing the game shows "Caesar's Challenge" and "Concentration." All the top talkers--Oprah, Donahue and Geraldo--are now in the crowded syndication market, where Whitney was airing during the day and late at night. The show was averaging a poor 2 rating nationally but was pulling in some big numbers on individual stations.
June 27, 1991 | ROBERT EPSTEIN
Play it again, Sam Butera. Play it again, Louis and Keely. Before the last song, please. The time has passed, the memories hang in diminishing overtones and only the lonely remember that tarnishing Silver Age when loud was hip and pompadours were pomaded. Lounge acts were bands of musicians who worked the big small rooms--the piano bars, the cabarets, the supper clubs--but mostly the Strips, both Vegas and Sunset.
August 24, 2003 | Gina Piccalo, Times Staff Writer
It was cooler inside the cemetery than one might expect after a scorching day, and guests rubbed their bare arms as they followed a series of smoking torches past flower-strewn graves. Night blanketed Maple Avenue, the path to the evening's open-air movie screening, but photographs of the dead etched into the headstones were still visible, a reminder of the graveyard's occupants. Klezmer music echoed hauntingly from somewhere ahead.
March 8, 1992 | DAVID WHARTON, David Wharton is a Times staff writer
Danger--the threat of contusions and abrasions--gives the Joey Cheezhee Show its edge. Not that the material isn't snappy. Joey roller-blades through the crowded lounge at Kelbo's Hawaiian Restaurant doing smarmy monologue and crooning rock 'n' roll favorites to a bossa nova beat. A seven-piece band plays onstage. It's a lounge act from hell, or maybe heaven. "He's the funniest man on roller-blades," says Carol Arabia, one of the regulars at Joey's Monday night performances in West Los Angeles.
Even before the spa-goers head down Wilshire Boulevard in the moonlight--angelic realms prepped, Tibetan bells jingling--even before the living gather at a torch-lighted Hollywood cemetery and the pagans present offerings to the sun god in Huntington Beach tonight, we've sensed the heralding solstice of summer. We've felt the days grow long, the slant of the sun at Chavez Ravine, the urge to get away.
February 6, 2005 | Nancy Rommelmann, Nancy Rommelmann last wrote for the magazine about Microsoft's Smart Home.
For centuries in America, we tended to our dead. People died at home, and relatives prepared the body, laid it out in the parlor and sat by as callers paid final respects. The body was buried in the family cemetery, if there was one, or on the back 40; pieties were spoken, and life went on until the next person died. Death, if not a welcome visitor, was a familiar one.
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