Our Weekly Picks, July 6-12, 2011
Malinda LaVelle's Project Bust tackles tits and ass without A Chorus Line. Presented as part of the San Francisco Conservatory of Dance's second annual Summer Dance Series, Project Bust is the culmination of 18 months of research and creation with eight women in their 20s. A group of SF Conservatory of Dance-trained performers make up LaVelle's company, Project Thrust, and for this evening-length dance theater work, they address some of the ups and downs of being young and female. This fresh crew marries athletic prowess with a fearless attitude, and their work is not complete without a competitive pillow fight. (Julie Potter)
Wed/6 and Aug. 3, 8 p.m., $15
450 Florida, SF
Honestly, talking about this band at all makes me feel creepy. I blame their publicist. Since the release of The Rosebuds Make Out and over the course of four albums, Ivan Howard and Kelly Crisp were not just a band, they were married. Ideally, they were in love. It's the sort of biographical information that can't be glossed, but also overwhelmingly frames the musical relationship. Now that the pair are divorced, is their new album, Loud Planes Fly Low, truly as plaintively sad as it sounds? Onstage is it just an act? Does Howard seem happier in GAYNGS? Maybe Crisp's latest blog post has the answers. (Ryan Prendiville)
With Other Lives
8 p.m., $14
628 Divisadero, SF
San Francisco Frozen Film Festival
San Francisco has more film festivals than people I think. But — like the star of Last Fast Ride: The Life, Love, and Death of a Punk Goddess — the San Francisco Frozen Film Festival stands out from the pack. Last Fast Ride, which is screening at the fest, documents the late Marion Anderson: dominatrix, performance artist, and native San Franciscan whose stint as lead vocalist of the Insaints (and arrest at 924 Gilman; hint: it involves nudity and a banana) will forever secure her legacy as one of the wildest and most outspoken women ever to pick up a microphone. Also screening at the festival are several enormously varied collections of short films, as well as other full-length documentaries including Color Me Obsessed: A Film About the Replacements and Ocean Monk, which follows the surfing disciples of weightlifting spiritualist Sri Chinmoy. (Cooper Berkmoyer)
3117 16th St., SF
"Chroma: About Color"
The summer months call for color and spontaneity; the newest exhibit at Cain Schulte Contemporary Art offers both. Tonight's opening reception rings in a monthlong show featuring bright hues rendered in all kinds of media by five different artists. The gallery consistently spotlights artists on the rise and those just hitting their stride. This show is no different. Jessica Snow displays pieces on canvas and paper; Carrie Seid uses aluminum and silk; David Buckingham constructs with metal; Joel Hoyer with panel; and Eileen Goldenberg encaustic works. Don't be blue if you can't make it tonight: the art is on display for most of the summer. (David Getman)
Through Aug. 20
5:30–7:30 p.m., free
Cain Schulte Contemporary Art
251 Post, SF
Act One, Scene Two
Here's a unique idea from a theater company that takes its name to heart: Un-Scripted's Act One, Scene Two, which every night hosts a different playwright wielding an unfinished script. After an onstage debriefing with the author, the company takes the stage to perform the first scene from the first act, reading through the lines for the first time. The flyin'-by-the-seats-of-our-pants theme continues as Un-Scripted shifts to full-on improv mode, finishing out the play using their own wits but guided by information shared by the writer in that on-stage interview about his or her writing process, influences, etc. Sophisticated spontaneity (and likely some decent doses of impulsive humor) awaits. (Cheryl Eddy)
Through Aug. 20
Thurs.–Sat., 8 p.m., $10–$20
SF Playhouse, Stage Two
533 Sutter, SF
"Watching Big Brother: A Tribute to the Summer of 1984"
Ah, 1984: "Like a Virgin," Boy George, Mary Lou Retton, Ronald Reagan — er, anyway. Politics aside, it was a magnificent year if you were an elementary-school kid obsessed with pausing the VCR to better analyze each second of every new Duran Duran video. The movies from 1984 weren't too shabby, either, with a top 10 filled with now-classics: Ghostbusters, Beverly Hills Cop, Footloose ... trust me, you've seen 'em all. Midnites for Maniacs salutes one of the greatest years for film (suck it, 1939) with a two-day cinematic throwdown. The event's title, "Watching Big Brother," nods to the Orwellian tone of the times, but the films are (mostly) pure fun, from big hits like Gremlins and The Karate Kid to more culty choices: The Pope of Greenwich Village, starring the original faces of Eric Roberts and Mickey Rourke; immortal sci-fi new-wave nugget The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension; and a Midnites for Maniacs favorite, Diane Lane punk-noir musical relic Streets of Fire. (Eddy)
Fri/8, 7:30 p.m.; Sat/9, 2:30 p.m., $12–$13
429 Castro, SF
"Let Her Dance"
How high can your hair go? Like, 1962 high? Better get to back-combing, because "Let Her Dance" is a recreation of a prom circa the early '60s, with a lineup of local musicians crooning tunes from the era (think Ike and Tina, the Bobby Fuller Four, Curtis Mayfield, and the like). The elegant Verdi Club, which could actually serve as a prom venue, has a big dance floor, so you can twist, mashed-potato, watusi, and frug to the sounds of DJ Primo Pitmo, plus Heidi Alexander and Grace Cooper (the Sandwitches), Shannon "And the Clams" Shaw, Quinn Deveaux, and others breathing new life into retro jams, with back-up help from the Goldstar Band. (Eddy)
8 p.m., $15
2424 Mariposa, SF
As punk rock begins yet another agonizing mutation into a marketable consumer good, a process that seems to ebb and flow with each passing lustrum, it's easy to forget that bands can still be fierce. With a fearsome live show (I have seen the band rip a microphone cord in half, which, if you've ever tried — though I don't know why you would — ou know is not easy) and songs like "I Love Hardcore Boys, I Love Boys Hardcore" and "Recruiting Time," Limp Wrist strikes terror into the hearts of homophobes everywhere with wit, intelligence, and wicked-fast power chords. Vocalist Martin, also of the infamous Los Crudos, is a hairy-chested, short-shorts-wearing bomb who goes off when drum blasts start and queercore reaches its blitzkrieg zenith. (Berkmoyer)
With Drapetomania and Brilliant Colors
9 p.m., $7
3158 Mission, SF
"The Tipper Sound Experience!"
There is an arms race taking place right now in the electronic music scene. The DJ booth has become a launching pad for a complete sensory assault. Tipper is not new to the fight, having built up a reputation by stuffing cars with a dangerous quantity of speakers (Funktion Ones — only the best), and blowing up crowds. This latest project not only continues the weaponization of glitchy breakbeats and wobbly down- tempo, but escalates it through Tipper's extensive research into holographic surround sound, for 360 degrees of musical bombardment. (Prendiville)
With VibesquaD, Dov, and Hypnotech; visuals by Johnathan Singer
9 p.m., $25–$40
1300 Van Ness, SF
"A Benefit for Cheb I Sabbah"
Algerian-born DJ turned world musician Cheb I Sabbah been a part of San Francisco's music scene since the 1980s; he's the kind of innovative, constantly evolving musician who can't help but influence other creative types he's met along the way. That community, as well as his many fans, are uniting to help Cheb I, who is uninsured, cover medical bills after a devastating diagnosis of stage four stomach cancer. As you might suspect, the benefit boasts a massive lineup, with artists drawn from Anon Salon, Hookahdome, Opel Productions, Non Stop Bhangra, and Six Degrees Records, plus Fat Chance Bellydance dancers and DJs Syd Gris, Janaka Selecta, Turbo Tabla, DJ Sep, and many more. There will also be a raffle (win private belly dance lessons!) and if you can't make the show, you can donate directly to the cause at Cheb I's website. (Eddy)
9 p.m.–4 a.m., $15 and up
1015 Folsom, SF
"Ugly Sweater Scavenger Hunt"
CLASH's Ugly Sweater Scavenger Hunt finally gives you an excuse to bust out that Christmas gift from Grandma on a summer Saturday night. The hunt is stitched together by so-bad-it's-good fashion, flowing alcohol, and scavenger accomplishments beamed in by social networking. Four to six people team up to complete funky challenges that might include coercing clues from characters planted in the city, thumb wrestling children, and sparking impromptu street dance parties. CLASH (which stands for California League of Adult Scavenger Hunters) pledges to "avoid the raunchy" but warns of a "light suggestive undertone at times" to shake things up. Luckily, anyone age 21 to 87 is welcome, so feel free to bring along the original gifter! (Getman)
8 p.m., $20
834 Irving, SF
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