The Denver music scene is full of badass women doing badass things. For proof of this, all you have to do is grab tickets to the next show at any of Denver's fi...
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You can't go wrong with listening to your favorite tracks on vinyl. And whether you're into blues, jazz, hip-hop, reggae or a good cinema soundtrack, we can all...
The August 303 Magazine Pool Party is upon us this Sunday, August 10. DJ Lea Luna –producer, singer and songwriter – will be spinning. She truly embodies what i...
Lea Luna has moonlighted as a singing telegram messenger for me on occasion. What characters have I hired her to play? Naughty Nurse and Officer Frisk (Offi...
Lea Luna, a Denver-native singer/songwriter and DJ, is fixing to make 2012 her year to shine. Having now set up shop in Los Angeles, California, she has bui...
The camera opens on what appears to be an “astronaughty” slumber party. Hotties in orange spacesuits gradually begin to stir and propel themselves toward the wa...
Gallons of ink have been spilled by music writers trying to capture a fraction of the massive natural mojo and aural perfection of Red Rocks. That our backy...
Curating 303’s 2011 Music Issue was a near Herculean task—Colorado’s music industry is exploding with talent these days—but also an absolute honor.
As pa...
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....
Winter Music Conference may seem like a misnomer to many, due to its Sunshine State stomping grounds, but Colorado Conference goers were nearly cock blocked by Old Man Winter for the second year in a row. Denver was blanketed in a solid foot of snow when I left; Miami's umpteenth annual mixologist mixer was on fire when I arrived. Beat dieters from around the world rendezvoused en masse for seven days in heaven. Superstar DJs were in abundant supply. Supermodels came out of the woodwork. And dancefloors were demolished left and right....