SUPER EGO Killer apps available soon for your iClub phone, besides the one where you can fake-snort Adderall, that epilepsy-inducing portable strobe, the virtual cigarette, and Goddess help us all the Paul Van Dyk BPM counter and 3-D glow stick:
Cops Are Here (for bathroom line clearance).
Midi Jammer (to fuck with laptop DJs).
Instant Breakfast. Better Breakdown. Red Bull Unburp. Take Back What You Told Her. What's Your Name Again? Third Ear Corrector (for trainwreck mixes). Stiletto GPS (to avoid injury). Bachelorette Banishment. Collar De-Pop. Hands In The Air (for lazies). Center Of Gravity (for twirlers). Personal Space. Interested Face. Sleep It Off. Leave The House. Get Me Home. Cocktail Scan. Dealer Dialer. Bag Locator. Eyes Uncrosser. Name-On-List. Instant Blackout. Armpit Undo. Wardrobe Wand. Singalong Stop. Conversation Erase. Invisible Walk of Shame.
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No More '80s? Electro Silence? Trance-A-Way? Techno Buffer? Affliction Tee Annihilate? Child, you could make a million. Call me when your cell's a mirror, and I can look myself up in it.
It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times I think. I was too busy raving with Big Bird. In 1992, "Baby Got Back," "I'm Too Sexy," and "Jump Around" fought it out on hypothetical dance floors somewhere in Mainstreamland, probably, but the most important thing you need to know about that annus horribilis (Queen Elizabeth II's phrase, not mine) was that something called Super Typhoon Gay threatened Guam. I do the research so you don't have to. In any case, if irony's taught us anything, it's that taste is now a featherless bird that will peck out your brain. And welcome friends! Awesome hair! for the hot new gen flooding the clubs at the moment, these songs were its older sister's jams. I can't say mine were any more artistically momentous, because a) I'm basically a cultural relativist and b) she blinded me with science. In an undoubtedly canny move, the kids from electro-styley bonanzas Blow-Up and L.O.W. SF are getting all JTT on the TRL, coloring 111 Minna badd with a mess of DJs. Along with the neon pop dollops, "'90s hip-hop" is promised which I'm guessing means more "getting jiggy" than experimental Quannum mechanics. Question: when will someone do an 1892 party? Now that would be epic.
Sat/11, 10 p.m., $10. 111 Minna, SF. www.club1992.com
PRINCE VS. MICHAEL JACKSON
Alas, I think we have a winner already for the 62nd installment of this seven-year-old monthly party at Madrone. But, despite it's unabashed gimmickry and slightly worn template and the fact that you've been dancing to MJ everywhere this DJ battle pitting Purplesaurus Rex against Sparkle Fingers is a poppy blast, if now overshadowed by tragedy. In terms of dance music influence, Prince currently holds the ruling orb (just ask precocious '80s pinchers La Roux). Michael hasn't really been in the game since Frankie Knuckles' masterpiece remix of the R. Kelly-penned "You Are Not Alone" in 1995, despite Rihanna and Justin's bland efforts and Ne-Yo's excellent ones. But all that has now been reset, with postmortem reevaluation and exposure forced on us. This party, with its hits, rarities, and remixes, is a good start for hearing things afresh.
Sat/18, 8 p.m., $5. Madrone Art Bar, 500 Divisadero, SF. www.madronelounge.com
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