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Hold the pickle

Nightlife: Boner Party, Super Hero Street Fair, Glitch Mob, Miss $1.98, and bacon-wrapped martinis
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superego@sfbg.com

SUPER EGO Enough with the gourmet street food carts, already. What this joint really needs is some gourmet street cocktail carts. I can barely see it now: fixie-powered blenders, home-brewed Fernet shots, "shit coke" smuggled Cuban rum margaritas with powdered-sugar rims and laminated dollar-bill straws, bacon-wrapped hot dog martinis, 5-HTP power boosts ... Anyone for an heirloom finger banana and Prather Ranch taurine daquiri? Read more »

Squeeze me

THE FREE ISSUE: A rundown of the city's best free clubs. Plus: Watcha-Clan, Smack, Pheeko Dubfunk, and more
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superego@sfbg.com

SUPEREGO Obama's been in office for a whole 200,000 blog centuries, but times are still so tight I have to make my own mascara out of Marlboro butts and melted-down pantyhose. Why won't he magically fix everything immediately! Flasks are making a flashy comeback on the club scene, spontaneous street parties are all the rage, and 2 p.m. at Dolores Park is the latest rave time for the hip, half-naked underemployed. Read more »

Miss u?

Set your iPhone app to wayback: Club 1992 and Prince vs. Michael Jackson take you there
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superego@sfbg.com

SUPER EGO Killer apps available soon for your iClub phone, besides the one where you can fake-snort Adderall, that epilepsy-inducing portable strobe, the virtual cigarette, and — Goddess help us all — the Paul Van Dyk BPM counter and 3-D glow stick:

Breath Blocker.

Douche Douche.

Cops Are Here (for bathroom line clearance).

Midi Jammer (to fuck with laptop DJs).

Instant Breakfast. Better Breakdown. Red Bull Unburp. Take Back What You Told Her. What's Your Name Again? Third Ear Corrector (for trainwreck mixes). Read more »

Juicy gotcha krazy

Party musts: Green Velvet, Surefire, Daedelus, DJ Said, Ghislain Poirier, and a slew of "Creatives"
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superego@sfbg.com

SUPEREGO Oh, who the hell cares what I think this week? It's summer and our party hormones — partymones — are totally going apeshit. Before I get into the upcoming party musts, though, I will leave you with one quasi-abstract musing. The thing I'll miss most about analog TV, besides the term "vertical hold," is the sound of someone frantically banging the top of the box to stabilize the picture. If anyone's thinking of sampling that in a killer track, now's the time. Read more »

Post-diva, darling

Fierce local songbird Caroline Lund redefines "circuit diva." Plus: Stacey Pullen and The Martinez Brothers
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markeb@sfbg.com

SUPEREGO "Do you consider yourself a diva?" It's one of those ridiculously rhetorical nightlife, especially gay nightlife, questions — like "Does this pair of angel wings and neon bob wig make me look dated?" or "Is that muscle queen by the speakers dancing or frantically signaling with both hands for me to call him on his cellular?"

And yet, here I am in the Castro, asking that very question of potential diva-in-training Caroline Lund (www.myspace.com/carolinelundRead more »

Bull feathers

Rising above with DJ Jesse Saunders, Roller Disco!, Zombie Beach Party, Wighnomy Bros, and a Big Gay Idea party
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superego@sfbg.com

SUPEREGO I recently found myself in Navajo Nation, munching on frybread at Kate's diner in Tuba City with Hunky Beau after rocking out to, I shit you not, tech-navajo on the local FM station in the rental. I looked fantastic. We'd just witnessed a fierce two-spirit working the sandwich counter at the Bashas' supermarket down the street. She/he looked fantastic. Read more »

Aerosol melodies

Mason Bates straddles the electronic-classical divide with The B-Sides

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Hoof it

Feet (and pigs) are flyin' -- Vibesquad, Maluca and Isa GT, Dirtybird Pajama Jam, and more parties
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superego@sfbg.com

SUPER EGO Hey, Shakes, have you puffy-penned and bedazzled your hamdemic flu mask yet? Mine's totally going for that retro postapocalyptic electro look (so future yesterday!) and says "oink pAArty." I made it by running a pair of florescent New Balances and last-season Bottega Veneta remnants through my vintage Ronco Dial-O-Matic. Then I simply collaged. When the World Health Organization says "panic," I think "personalized nightlife accessory opportunity." Are they still serving bourbon bacontinis at Pop's Bar on 24th Street? Read more »

Wiggletronics

Buraka Som Sistema work the Angola via Portugal -- and around the world

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Bounce to this

Bass invaders! Woofer darlings Ghislain Poirier, Flying Lotus, Kode9, and the Bug rumble through the Bay
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superego@sfbg.com

SUPER EGO Hold my hair, Bethany — things are gonna get wicked. The Bay's set to undergo a massive new-bass invasion on Saturday, April 11, and I'm kind of freaking out about it, kind of having outfit trauma, and kind of fiending for a diet coconut juice. Is that postcolonialist?

Perhaps more pressingly: are the low-frequency freakinetics of abstract dubstep, turbo crunk, and future bass vanishing into the headphone red zones of download fanboys and nightlife intellectuals? Read more »