Ron Garmon
Stories by Ron Garmon
L.A. Underground vs. the Cops
If you can imagine an infinite variety of Kubla Khan pleasure-domes tucked within the rotting walls of the old Warehouse District
May Day !
To Angelenos cherishing any corkscrew kink of anarchy, the news that local cops are breathing easier after this May Day
High Weirdness: Coachella '08
It was blazing hot already when the car arrived for me and my driver bumped the mercury still higher
Coachella 2008-
Fire in the Sky
f Coachella were no more than two stages and three hangars of Last Great American Rockshow, even the most ear-callused fan might call it too much hassle in the heat.
Sandow Birk Isn't Laughing
To Sandow Birk, the public detonation over his new mural must have all the charmlessness of a premature joybuzzer
Running the Voodoo Down
Hipgenesis defines itself in terms of a Phildickian consciousness coup or interdimensional ransom note: “Simultaneously a shadowy collective of artists and agent provocateurs
The Great Hollywood Peace Parade
A year and a half on, the self-immolation of Malachi Ritscher is due a reconsideration as terminal performance art
Edie Agonistes
The ’60s are now like the vast and partially-looted tomb of a dead deity
Gone Underground
Few smart people refuse an invite from Tequila Mockingbird. Though inbox and phone were crammed with Saturday night invites
Maximum C&W
“Why are men with clubs circling me?” A plangent question for the corner of Hollywood and Ivar on a Tuesday night
