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Stage Advice: Reefer Mania

Pot is hot. Especially in The Mile High. Captain Obvious strikes again. But if you thought pot was hot before, wait til you get a load of weed-themed striptease. Reefer Mania, the self-described “Vaudevillesque Pot Opera” now playing at Five Points' Crossroads Theatre, takes pot's hotness to another level....
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DJ IQ: Denver’s Kostas boasts Global Dance anthem

Kostas Kouremenous has been searching The Mile High City high and low for the perfect set of pipes. Kostas isn't a plumber, though, he's a producer—a DJ and dance music producer, to be exact. Although he's had his fingers in many different Denver pots over the years—a shoe store, a modeling agency and a number of nightclubs now (Amsterdam, Pure, Lotus, DC10, Zen)--partnering with Triad Dragons' Ha Hau on Global Dance Festival at Red Rocks was his single most in-the-black business decision to date....
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Aural Pleasure: Broken Bells

Broken Bells, a collaboration between Shins' singer James Mercer and aural harlot Danger Mouse, breaks its Mile High cherry tonight at The Gothic Theatre. Best known as one half of Gnarls Barkley, DM—born Brian Burton--is easily one of the most sought-after producers in the game. The left field is his field of expertise, though, as evidenced by his track record: Beck, The Black Keys, Gorillaz, Sparklehorse and Beatles/Jay-Z mash-up masterpiece The Grey Album....
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Triple Threat: Lea Luna

Playing with words is in Lea Luna's blood. Little is known about the Denver DJ/songwriter's biological father—she was conceived in a Manhattan sperm bank—except that he was a graduate student in the writing department at Yale. And apparently hard up for cash. Although her mother just recently revealed this, Luna's been putting pen to paper for as long as she can remember....
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Drugstore Connoisseur

I spent this past weekend in Los Angeles. Let me preface with the fact that I do not like Los Angeles. I actually kind of hate it. Call me a New Yorker at heart...