[photo by Rachel Carr via] Preston, better known as "Dirty" Preston, is a man. No. He is more than a man. He is a God amongst men. People flock to him like the Manna of the the heavens; for his parties have become so legendary that A-list Hollywood celebrities have driven the three (three!) miles from their homes in the Hollywood Hills to the infamous Cha Cha Lounge and its now near legendary pee-stained bathrooms stalls with black lights illuminating the urine somehow halfway up to the ceiling. More»

The Upright Citizen's Brigade Theatre has carved a name for itself in the Los Angeles comedy scene since its July 2005 inception. In the 4.83 years it has been around, it has produced a lot of really great comedy and has provided a platform for new talent and it's already accomplished list of alumni. Currently, reigning as Artistic Director, is a man who has been involved with the theatre since it opened out West: Neil Campbell. More»

Steven Cedre Jr. aka "Sole Junkie" claims the Bronx as his home, but it's Gallery 33 East in Long Beach that first caught eye of his work painting customized shoes. After being talked into posting his creations online, voila! SoleJunkie.com was built and is still going strong. GofG's Ned Hepburn caught up with Steven at an event Nike was hosting a couple of weeks ago in L.A. Read the full interview below... More»

Young Aaron Castle could be the next Samantha Ronson, minus the vag and whatever mutant strain of crazy bitch disease you contract from effing Lindsay Lohan. The ginger haired DJ dynamo has been promoting and spinning on the underground bump and grind scene for about 3 and a half years with much success and many mixes. Castle really cut his teeth through Club Called Rhonda fame and has been is in the business of making the most beautiful young bodies in LA sweat on a consistent basis ever since. More»

[Photo by Mike Petralia] The parrot was the catalyst, and George threw his arms up in the air.

"I can't do this interview", he said "Not under these conditions". For the past fifteen minutes this parrot had been squawking and hollering at the man whenever he'd started to talk. We'd tried to ignore it - but even listening back to the audio now, you could barely hear anything else in the room. The two of us sounded like backup singers to the near Janis Joplin-esque shrieking of Charlie, the parrot in question. It should be noted that my friend owns a parrot. Don't ask why he has a parrot. He's a weird guy. He drives a fucking sports car and owns a parrot. Welcome to Beverly Hills. More»