NOT THE GOVERNMENT

When a band from Texas joins Parking Lot Dance Club, havoc ensues. The bum world comes out and graces us with dance moves.  People in diners share their dinners with us.  Cars get interrupted by our interruptions.  Los Angeles looks inhabited.

We are Parking Lot Dance Club. Punksters. Hipsters.  Something in between.  The neighbors don't like us because our radios make noise. We make things bump in the night because we are WALKING the streets.

No, we are not whores.  We are exploorrrorrrrrs. Horrors....ROARERRSSSS.

We make the pavement crack with the heel of our beat.

THE USC vs. UCLA game

We didn't go to a parking lot today, we went to a campus that had a lot of parking lots today.

The USC/UCLA game...a hotbed of dancing tailgating action. Who won the game today? Who cares. What I do know is that I got a marching band to dance with me and that is all that matters.

The day started with us parking illegally at a USC parking lot and walking over to campus to join in on the game-fun. The first successful attempt to dance involved an older man dancing freakily with KMC. We didn't just appeal to old guys today, though. We also got some little kids, very sexy fo- Trojan men, Elmo, and Darth Vader to dance with us. The episode comes soon along with a longer blog, but here is a teaser for you. Enjoy.

LA BLOW UP

We didn't go to LA BLOW UP tonight. We went to LA BLOW UP's parking lot tonight.

That's right. We don't pay cover charges. We sit outside and celebrate the fact that yes, we did not bring our wallets. We will not succumb to such succertash. But, let's not deny the cool that comes before us. LA BLOW UP is this tiny club for hipsters and cool kids alike and we will not steal their thunder. We will not claim we are cooler. There is just no scene to really claim in LA -- it's a downtown stage of city lights-- parking lots--nerdy kids, skinny girls, foreigners, and fem bots. It's mish mosh. We're just trying to make the mush mix by dancing quick.

It's PLDC's tenth dance-off and we are meeting so many people-- nerds, hot girls, nerds, Japanese girls, and nerds that I'm thinking, for sure we'll get into someone's blog tonight, right? And oh...we did...we made Spike's "field report." But...where is this field report? There is a thing called the internet but who designed the navigation system? I googled it all over the place and all I can find are articles on homicides in parking lots...which only gives PLDC a bad name. So, just to clarify, PLDC does not consist of murderers and we don't claim to be skilled enough for that type of work, but we can promise you that if we meet any, we will not be a part of any of that. The point to all this, though, is that we are part of a "field report" and it is very important that we find it on the inter-web before our grandmothers do. Help us out on the search...... or help us out by watching THIS:

Episode Two: THE PLDC BLOWS UP