Most Popular

Recent Articles

Recent Articles by Tamara Palmer

National Features >

  • Riverfront Times

    The Pope of Pork

    Old-school hog farming makes a comeback, thanks to some fine swine from Frankenstein.

    By Kristen Hinman

  • SF Weekly

    Border Crossers

    Transgender hookers with rap sheets are successfully fighting deportation--by asking for asylum.

    By Lauren Smiley

  • Houston Press

    Deadly Evidence

    First, Houston's DNA lab became a laughingstock. Then its controversial director was murdered.

    By Randall Patterson

DJ Colette

By Tamara Palmer

Published on March 19, 2008 at 10:55am

L.A. is full of starlets, celebutantes, and wannabe Playboy bunnies. Wannabes that are only too happy to besmirch the name and good reputation of a real female DJ like Colette Marino, who actually knows what she's doing. And don't let the pretty looks fool you into thinking otherwise. She currently resides in the City of Lost Angels after growing up and training in the American house music capital of Chicago, where if you don't have skills, you'll simply get laughed out of the booth. She raises the bar by actually singing live over her DJ sets (and producing her own songs, for that matter). Because her DJ sets were already original performances in their own right, leaping into the realm of studio work was a much more natural transition for Colette than for many DJs who try (and often fail) to bridge the divide. She released her debut artist album Hypnotized in 2005, and followed it up last summer with Push. Both are timely reminders that house music is alive.



Broward-Palm Beach New Times Insiders

  • Local food, music and news blasts
  • Free Stuff
Backpage.com