The rain let up the other night. Was it a receding storm? A parting of the Heavens? Or was it because we were at Spaceland where Lemon Sun opened up for the Hotrats while people such as Har Mar Superstar, Thom Yorke and some of his Radiohead band mates, and Britt Daniel from Spoon watched along with a packed venue of fans? I like to believe the latter.

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The people came out in droves, brimming out of the venue to catch a glimpse at one of Mika Miko’s three sold out shows at the Smell before the band called it quits. In a full out family affair, the lineup consisted of Paris Hilton Motherfuckers, Le Joshua, Pearl Harbor djing in the main room and the guerilla band HNMR, who hijacked the alley and set up outside the Smell—all showed their love for L.A. favorites Mika Miko.

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Earlier in the night, many friends of Bastidas had heard that the band was taking a permanent hiatus. This word came from an unmentionable band member. As I helped the drummer Lee carry equipment in, I noticed the stool of his drum throne falling off its axis. Did this metaphor truly mean the end of the group?

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