The park is the perfect place for ships passing in the night as hundreds of Craigslist “missed connections” are born. The dark is the perfect place to have little breakdowns in loud corners, moments of diamond-tipped emotion shuddering through the haze and the bass. And then the damnedest thing flies overhead: an airplane outfitted with LED panels mounted beneath its wings, methodically and brilliantly advertising the coming HARD Summer Music Festival.

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By three the next afternoon, I was slumped exhausted in the back row of the Silent Movie Theater, as the last night of L.A.’s first-ever Jerry Lewis retrospective flickered to giddy life. The three hours of clips shown before the main feature were like a curated tour through a vast and quirky comic universe roughly the scope of those of James Joyce or Flann O’Brien, and (in America at least), about as little understood. The last living heir to the great line of Buster Keaton and Stan Laurel, Lewis remains problematic to American critics and I think I know why.

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Dance music and electronica produce a great many ephemeral acts, but Crystal Method’s debut Vegas placed Ken Jordan and Scott Kirkland at a seemingly permanent place at the pinnacle of both genres. Divided by Night is the first studio album in five years, with scads of guest stars doing cameo appearances. This interview by Ron Garmon.

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