SUPER EGO Like I have one half-gram of dopamine left in this one half-brain after New Year's Eve to help me glue my heels back on, smear another layer of mascara down my cheeks, spit-shine my tiara, and stumble out onto the dance floor. Children, I am giving you tragic Courtney Love circa mid-'90s on a melted CD cover right now. And yet! I'd much rather face the DJ than the Safeway or the Muni, so let's just stay out a little longer, k?
You know what happens if you stop, don't you? The New Year's Eve hangover catches up. So why not just power through the next day with some of the most fortifying party crews in town? Si se puede, honey.
Here's the wheres and whenfors of one of the few days left when SF feels truly old school underground, and you can party for 28 hours straight. All whirligigs start Wednesday morning or afternoon:
SUPER EGO Hey, hey, hey — it's that time again — New Year's Eve comes hard upon us. Avoid the amateur hour on the streets and duck (sauce) into these warm ragers. All parties below take place Tue/31. Find more rockin' NYE shindigs here and general fun events here. Clink!
YEAR IN NIGHTLIFE The drink of the year was the Chinese Mai Tai at Lipo Lounge. It's $9, but it's huge and you only need one. Or maybe a half, if you want to remember your pants. Oh, just drink the whole thing.Read more »
SUPER EGOBesos from NYC, where it is 37 thousand degrees below zero, and I'm warming my hands on super-cute queer Brooklyn underground dance parties and giant 1990s big-room revival spaces with insane sound systems and too many gorgeous women to count. But if I was back in SF, I'd totally post-twerk with you at these fun parties.
SUPER EGO All of a lately, my inbox has been flooded with so many bangin' all-night underground party invites — real underground, not just some dude from Ibiza who doesn't play Afromaus or whatever — that I've had to hike my virtual pants up to my gloriously toned calves. I look like a Williamsburg 2k7 thrift store hipster, minus the neon shutter shades. (Well, at least we're not in clamdigger territory ... yet.)Read more »
Guy Gerber is blowing his nose. A lot. He's also trying to talk to me, through a massive hangover, over the phone from NYC. His chopped-up vocal snippets, mashed into long expulsions of compressed air, spiked with a woman's giggle, rustling sheets, and clanking bottles somewhere in the background of his room, could almost be one of his driving, hypnotic, yet always surprisingly human, techno tracks. Good lord, even this protean dance music creator's phlegmatic exudations are musical.Read more »
Meanwhile, there are more and even more parties, Halloween or no. Your soundtrack is this four hour-recording from the final Honey Soundsystem weekly party last Sunday, which starts with a deep tribal-disco vocal performance by the legendary Jorge Socarras, the musical partner of deceased gay electronic music wizard Patrick Cowley, and continues through many amazing stages of musical pre-grief. Including! A wedding proposal! So wonderful and weird, we'll miss you Honey:
According to recent findings, it would take 4.85×10(15) years to teleport a complete human at 30GHz. That's 350,000 times longer than the universe has existed. And almost as long as the clothes check line at the Powerhouse.
How will I ever get to all these parties???
Darn you, science. I'm guessing I'll still at least have one or two out of body experiences at the following, howevs.