SUPER EGO It was one of those nightlife experiences so magical it turned anthropological, so dreamlike it felt familiar — a long-awaited re-encounter, a foretold déjà vu, a pre-jà vu, if you will. (And I just know you will.) The dust-soaked Spanish heat, the rustle of pleated lace, the handclaps, the catcalls, the foot-stomps. Ancient, Roma-derived acoustic rhythms knotted together in the windowless tavern's charged air, its tiled, yellowed interior crowded with dark oak tables and heavily varnished paintings — and more than a few heavily varnished patrons, besides.Read more »
MUSIC When Blatz, a political punk band connected to all-ages Berkeley music venue 924 Gilman Street Project (the Gilman), was looking for a girl singer to join the act in 1990, it wound up with two new additions.Read more »
A coalition has come together to bring a striking new component to OccupySF: a rebirth of the ARC/AIDS Vigil. The vigil created an encampment similar to OccupySF’s at UN Plaza in the 1980s and remained there for ten years, protesting the federal government's refusal to put resources into research and support for people with HIV/AIDS. Some who were involved in the vigil are currently part of the OccupySF encampment as individuals. Now, many hope to make that relationship more direct and active.
Well. I was so excited about the return of beloved DJ Chicken to the party-throwing arena that I listed the launch date of his new free monthly shindig, Rarebits at Truck, incorrectly in my latest Super Ego clubs column. It's actually tomorrow night ( Friday 11/11/11 -- the neat date should have been a mnemonic no-brainer, but hey, as I said, I'm still drunk).
So, let's turn lemonade into vodka lemonade, shall we? I described the night, also featuring fab guest DJ Josh Cheon, of Dark Entries and Honey Soundsystem, as being "eclectic." What the heck does "eclectic" even really mean? DJ Chicken has curated a collection of neato tracks -- from tUnE-yArDs to Captain Beefheart -- you may or may not hear tomorrow night at Truck after the jump. I'll drink to that!
SUPER EGO Good thing my decorative Honey Badger-skin leg warmers double as a fierce muff-scarf combo, because Saturday I was stumbling back from a bomb underground warehouse launch — peel your ears for "The New Black" — and it was colder than the all-pleather interior of a second-hand Kardashian. Of-a-sudden! I'm about to wear jeggings over thermies over two pairs of liquor store pantyhose and rap about it just to stay warm. She'll be serving you Sheer Energy undercover, burning up sidewalks at dawn with her layers of L'Eggs.Read more »
Incredibly, considering what a visual people my lavender tribe are, there has been no major photographic survey of gay men in America until now. (Well, at least in book form. I'm not counting Manhunt, here.) Author-photographer Scott Pasfield journeyed around the country for three years, taking some wonderfully enlightening shots of gay men, couples, and more who had responded to his online ads for photographic subjects who were willing to tell their stories. The tally for his "Gay in America" book: 224 pages, 140 men, 50 states.
Scott will be narrating a slideshow presentation of the book ("Not boring like a travel slideshow!" he says) on Sat/5 at 7 p.m. at Magnet in the Castro. I chatted with him over the phone about the project, the men, and the concept of gay "normalization."
SUPER EGO "I'm on my way to play Dungeons and Dragons with a group I just joined," Ben Tundra, owner of the Bay Area's only official witch house label, Tundra Dubs (tundradubs.tumblr.com), told me over the phone. Could the beginning of our conversation be any more hotly nerd-perfect? Oh, wait.Read more »
Hell's bells, our very own high unholy day approaches — and the fact that Halloween's on a Monday this year means an entire weekend of insane. Oh, why not just make it a whole week. Surely you have a week's worth of slutty Rick Perry toupee costumes in your closet? Tape 'em on crooked and check out some of the eee-vil events below, from fiendishly family friendly to naughtily "adult."
SUPER EGO Ladies, gentleman, laaadies, and ultraviolet unicorns of the San Francisco scene: we can do better than Michael Franti as a soundtrack for OccupySF. For goddess's sake, please! Enough with the bongos, already. We've got like five Funktion One soundsystems in this city — someone hook the mother up and blast a little Masters at Work for 99-percent motivation.Read more »