The city has its fair share of microclimates, microbreweries, microlocal eateries, and even microtrannies. Also: micronightlife. The wobbly stilettos of North Beach on Fridays, the indie electro tang of Mondays in the Castro (served especially kinky at DJ Richie Panic and Key&Kite's packed "nutter-butter" Wanted weekly — Mondays, 9 pm, free, QBar, 456 Castro, www.sfwanted.com), the late night surf-rock bar crawls out near Ocean Beach ... Read more »
It was one of those knockout weekends during which rabid electro kids and throbbing bluegrass fans, twirling gay flaggers and hot-pink breast cancer walkers all blurred into, well, a blur. Hell if I remember most of it. But it's a dazzling blur, a blur you can really take a shine to, kind of Brazil-shaped with opalescent edges, undulating there in the partially cloudy air, a 4G jellyfish lingering on the event horizon.Read more »
Pump your guns and meet me at the ice cream truck — I need help carrying all the sugar cones we'll need for the sticky-sweet mess this week's becoming. Folsom Street Fair parties, a great new club opening, some Detroit takeover ... forget the vanilla and go directly to Rocky Road, sprinkles.
With ALF as mascot and gonzo indie-electro party boy DJ Richie Panic titillating a bucketload of omnisexual hipsters, this weekly gig isn't some rote sausage fest. You'll still make out, though. Hard.Read more »
SUPER EGO Apparently, I've lost Hunky Beau to Angry Birds. So while my future husband obsessively slingshot virtual squawking auks at ovokleptic pigs (via popular iPhone gaming app), I went on a massive party binge. To each one's own, slur I!Read more »
It's impossible for me to think of Big Freedia without exploding into happy feathers. As the fierce national face of New Orleans' bounce music movement (along with her drag daughter, Sissy Nobby), Freedia's been shoehorned into several media narratives that don't necessarily do her justice — popular performer who bridges a supposed gap between flamboyant gayness and macho rap, evidence that original regional roots music is still being generated in our monocultural-seeming musical world, post-Katrina beat-healer of ravished communities, anthropological curiosity. Read more »
FALL ARTS/ SUPER EGO What does the immediate future of nightlife hold? "Cloud" DJs, quantum trannies, Hovaround races, de-friending parties, cocktail holography, xylophones? Honey. I just rolled in from a night at Aunt Charlie's in the TL. Answer hazy, ask again later — maybe after I score some hot hangover grits from Eddie's on Diviz. In the meanwhile, here's all tomorrow's parties I want to see your pretty game face at.
"What you doin' talking all night? If you have so much to say, why don't you call a hotline? The time to talk is not right now. It's time to dance, my friend. Share some of that energy you got on your lips, in your feet."Read more »
SUPER EGO I just zoomed in from Guerneville on the back of Hunky Beau's cherry red motorcycle, losing a few wigs along the way, oh well. Guerneville, for the uninitiated, is the supergayish resort town located about 100 miles north of here along the Russian River. It's like the Riviera, but with more fish smell and meth shacks.Read more »