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  • Broward-Palm Beach New Times

    The Agent from Iran

    How a mother of two ended up in a plot to smuggle high-tech gear to the enemy.

    By Deirdra Funcheon

  • Westword

    Murder By Design

    In life and death, tattoo artist Kauri Tiyme made her mark.

    By Alan Prendergast

  • Village Voice

    My Brother the Slumlord

    Amy Neustein never could resist going public with her family dramas.

    By Elizabeth Dwoskin

  • Houston Press

    The Ghosts of Galveston

    A visit with the hurricane victims that a country forgot.

    By John Nova Lomax

Good Night, and Good Riddance

Super poseurs are gone. The regular ones are back. Praise Jesus.

By Sloane Burwell

Published on February 20, 2008 at 4:00am

Thank the good Lord. The great-unwashed masses have left the Valley, en masse, to return whence they came. Now we can get back some après Super Bowl normalcy. Really, now. Does anyone head to Scottsdale to see people wearing the same oversize athletic jerseys at a street party? We didn't think so. We're pretty sure the only supersize things anyone wants to see in Scottsdale are implants and house-rocking DJs.

That’s why folks should turn for the Mike Giannini and Sen-Sei. Giannini, an East Coast transplant and child-prodigy DJ who spins spiky tribal-tech house with a soupçon of soul, is a regular on the L.A. underground scene. Joining the mixmaster is Sen-Sei, a Brooklyn-raised, San Francisco-based dude who’ll bring his globetrotting keyboard and 26 years of piano-playing know-how to help Giannini blow the roof off the mutha. Admission is $15 at the door, with a nod to the obligatory dress-to-impress. Implants not included.


Sat., Feb. 23, 2008