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Apple Computer’s popular Itunes service has pulled Albert Hammond’s “It Never Rains in Southern California” from the on-line store. Recent thunderstorms throughout the Los Angeles area prompted the action. “At this point in time we felt it best to protect our loyal Southern California customers from this song,” Apple’s Robert Shystberg told a press conference this morning at the Beverly Hilton.

“It is difficult enough to drive on slightly wet pavement, much less listen to this melancholy song that has proven to be inaccurate and does nothing to improve our overall well-being,” L.A. resident Kyle Klopsy told reporters.

Music

July 10, 2010 Joe Ditzel

You Have To Read The Signs in Life

Life constantly gives us warning signs. I know I have often failed to heed their warning. To my own peril. Here are some warning signs you my encounter as you continue on life’s journey.

Sign on a music store window: “Come in and pick out a drum — then beat it!”

Music

April 19, 2010 Joe Ditzel

Smells Like Middle-Age Spirit

With my square jaw, ready smile and closet full of perfectly starched Brooks Brothers button-downs, no one believes I was a hard-rocking long-hair as I described in my recent Headbanger column.

Comedy Music

August 12, 2009 Joe Ditzel

Weird Al- Craigslist

Weird Al performs “Craigslist” channeling Jim Morrison. Features Ray Manzarek on the keys.

Music

June 27, 2009 Joe Ditzel

Wilco at the Wiltern

Photo by marco annunziata

Had a chance to see Wilco at the Wiltern on Thursday. Their music is really rich and layered.

I didn’t know that much about Wilco but remembered when Yankee Hotel Foxtrot came out and got a lot of buzz. I looked it up on Pitchfork and was amazed they garnered a 10 rating.

Now I know why.

Music

May 3, 2001 Joe Ditzel

It’s Only Rock and Roll – And Country, Funk, Punk and some Rockabilly, Too

“What?” I yelled to the guy behind the counter. “You need an accessory attenuator- it modulates the signal coming out

Music

October 11, 2000 Joe Ditzel

Headbanger

I pulled up to the stoplight at the corner of Westwood Ave. and Wilshire Blvd., just south of UCLA. As usual, I had the stereo cranked. A tricked out Honda Accord sitting a half-inch off the ground pulled up next to me, his stereo even louder. I looked over. The sixteen-year-old driver looked at my 4 door sedan, white shirt, tie and glasses. He sort of smiled like he was trying to keep from laughing.