The Daily Bruin is at the second week of Coachella. See our ongoing coverage of the music festival this weekend.

The 28th Annual JazzReggae Festival at UCLA takes place Sunday and Monday of Memorial Day weekend, at the UCLA Intramural Field. Daily Bruin A&E will be out at the Festival for Sunday’s “Jam Day” and Monday’s “Reggae Day,” bringing live updates, photos and analysis of this UCLA music tradition.

Check out A&E’s weeklong coverage of Spring Sing 2014, with profiles of this year’s student musicians, dancers and actors participating in UCLA’s oldest musical tradition.

For a school that contains thousands of talented musicians yearning for a space to perform, UCLA nightlife is characterized by Greek shindigs and apartment parties colored by Top 40 radio singles and electronic remixes from an iPod-connected speaker.

From time to time, however, nights at UCLA are much different.

It’s the sound of UCLA: a sound rarely heard on campus, because it exists in the apartments, makeshift venues and practice rooms of its students. The sound diversifies across genres, themes and electrification, and begs the question: do you hear the music of Westwood?

UCLA alumnus Ray Manzarek, keyboardist and founding member of the rock ’n’ roll band The Doors, died Monday afternoon, in Rosenheim, Germany after a long battle with bile duct cancer.

In preparation for Warner Bros.’ 2013 release of “The Great Gatsby,” the Daily Bruin compiled a few of the most interesting aspects of Baz Luhrmann’s new film adaptation of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic novel and how they match up with Jack Clayton’s 1974 adaptation.

After playing in several jazz groups in which the names of the bands were anagrams of the musicians’ names, the members of Los Angeles-based jazz trio Nonagram decided the band’s name would be not another anagram.

A site can be a powerful sight: an enigmatic landmark that characterizes a city.

A 13-minute love ballad, titled “You Lust,” that stretches back and forth from captivating melody to synthetic breakdown, separated repeatedly by an ominous whisper and finally ending with a woman’s spoken psychological confession – there’s just nothing like The Flaming Lips, for better or for worse.