September 18, 2009
Once upon a time I was a raver. I wore ridiculous cargo skirts and platform sneakers, and had my hair in tiny little braids laced with bright pink. (For the record, I did not suck on pacifiers!) I only left the house for deep house, minimal techno, and drum and bass. I went out solely to dance. My inner-raver-self takes a look at the Convention 101 Fest put on by Robtronik in Downtown L.A. this weekend and feels warm and fuzzy inside.


Five ways to ring in the New Year in Tinseltown.