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Spring nightlife preview

Our nightlife column, Super Ego, says farewell (for now) with a massive list of spring party musts, including Beats for Japan, Mary Anne Hobbs, Fag Friday, Bomba Estereo, the Tubesteak Connection anniversary, and How Weird Street Fair

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SUPER EGO Dear Miss Rotissary Ethnicity Jackson-Houston Ross,Read more »

Superspoon

Awesomely tasty Night Market at Public Works will satisfy appetites for dishing and dancing. Plus: Frite Nite showcase, Debaser anniversary, Relax Relate Release, and Soiree 9

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SUPER EGO The modern historical relationship between wild nightlife and fine food in San Francisco is short, messy, and smells like either hot tamales, pork-wrapped pork, Nutella A Go-Go, or semi-regurgitated Marcello's. Aside from the odd Tonayense truck rumbling outside the club, food carts were definitely outnumbered in the 1990s by ambulances on standby at popular venues. (Who the hell ate in the '90s, anyway?)Read more »

Make waves

Stand up for your dance rights. Plus: Angela Bowie, Kingdom, Todd Terje, Hacienda, and Steam Punktrick's Day parties

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SUPER EGO Hilariously, I think there are now more hearings at City Hall about raves than there are actual raves within the city limit, and those hearings are becoming the kind of fun old-school rave reunion events that everyone plans their outfits for. Situationism lives!Read more »

Garlands

The Ides of March herald the 18th anniversary of goth-industrial club Death Guild -- arise for a three-day black celebration. Plus: Peter Murphy

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SUPER EGO Despite its fixation on a fathomless past, the goth scene has endured — and sometimes embraced — a cadaverous host of contemporary challenges and styles. From mall-joke commercialization and media scapegoating to cyberpunk, steampunk, Burning Man Mad Maxiness, gamer chic, and now Facebook (not to mention a deliciously strange marriage to industrial music's macho posturing throughout), goth has seen it all and lived to tell.Read more »

Beady beady

SUPER EGO: Mardi Gras parties a-plenty this year. Plus: Miss Toolbox Pageant, Le Castle Vania, and New Wave City's last night at DNA Lounge

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SUPER EGO Mardi Gras is one of those time-honored party traditions I always forget. Usually, I'll pass by some unfortunate gay man covered in plastic Miller Lite beads passed out on a Castro curb, a bedazzled mime mask slipping from his gradually unclenching fist. Then I'm all like, "Oh, it's Fat Tuesday," and I totally know what I'm giving up for Lent. I love my Castro gays! They're like a tragic calendar of fetes.Read more »

Party of one

Just you, me, and hundreds of friends with Frankie Knuckles, DJ MikeQ, Karizma, Forest Green, Red Bull Thre3style, Eugene Tambourine, As You Like It, and more parties

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SUPER EGO Gotta say it: the weekend after a holiday weekend is the best for clubbing. Less pressure, more drink specials, fewer amateurs. Not that I have anything against newbies: like space girls, they're easy, but please. A ton of epic shit I don't remember happened over the Presidents' three-day — hopefully not a Bush threeway — but if it involved the word "epic" I'm certainly glad I don't. Crowded parties are totally my thing (and the gigs I'm recommending below will surely feel cozy). But if I get elbowed in the boob one more time at the bar, I'm gonna go Yoko Ono. Read more »

Empress yourself

Saybeline and Monistat compete for San Francisco's ultimate drag crown. Plus: Slumpfest and HOTTUB rep the hip-hop spectrum

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SUPER EGO It certainly has not escaped my attention that this whole amazing Arab youth uprising thing is taking place during Fashion Week. It's a mitzvah! But while Hunky Beau and I have been busily rooting through Reuters for inspiring pics of various hipster Egyptsters and Tunisians turnin' in out (or, conversely, signs of any uprising under the Manhattan tents — watch out for Joseph Altuzarra, y'all), I've tried to have more than fast-forward fashionistas in my forethoughts and yummy Yemenis on the Bahrain.Read more »

Fried

On orgy of progressive values -- and cheeseburgers! -- at Chris Daly's new bar. Plus: Puppy Pile, Miss Honey, Pink Mammoth, and Egyptian Lover parties

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I don't have a lot of pet peeves — that would break my lease. Other than, say, invading a country for no reason, making fun of people with mental illnesses and addictions, refusing to pay taxes because you think people of color are moochers, or ordering Uggs online, still, not much reliably gets my goat, ties it down with friendship bracelets and Danish dreadlocks, and forces it to listen to Ke$ha remixed by Tiësto while wearing Juicy Couture or Pink by Victoria's Secret.  

Baaa.Read more »

Blue cheer

NIGHTLIFE: Bonjay, Gadi, Kode 9, Nick Curly, Toxic Avenger, and Big Al's Big Ass Comedy Jam

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SUPER EGO "Do you think that rats ... think that bats ... are angels?" cracked tall, curly-haired Brendan Lynch, nicknamed Skeletor for kicks, at the opening night of Big Al's Big Ass Comedy Jam at John Colins on Jan. 19. I'm breaking one of the cardinal rules of comedy journalism ("ha") by giving away a punch line, but Lynch lobbed and landed so many Moebius-like thought-twisters — think Steven Wright minus Valium — I'm sure he won't pummel me too much. Yes, I'm flirting.Read more »

Knock knock

Fag Friday, Doc Martin, Jazzy Jeff, Kafana Balkan, and more fun nightlife haps. Plus: Happy 50th birthday DJ Bus Station John!

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SUPER EGO I think we've all agreed to finally bury overused buzzwords like "legendary" and "icon" and "classic" and "mitxirrika" in the cold, cold buzzground. Hype gives me the sneezes. Nevertheless, there are some accomplished parties and DJs making return visits (and, in one case, celebrating a semi-centennial) this week, which and who deserve some fresh superlatives.

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