Centuries ago, ancient Aztecs would sacrifice virgins in gory ceremonies to appease the gods and give thanks for any bounty they received. The party makers at Fluxx (500 Fourth Ave., Downtown) might be hard-pressed to find a virgin on the premises, but those coming out to Ritual on Friday, July 27, can still sacrifice something in the name of partying. Perhaps their dignity? The club isn’t specific about which tribal culture they’re bastardizing with their tribal / junglethemed party featuring a live set by electro-popsters Hyena, so let’s just say it’s all of them.
Club nights usually stick to these types of bass-heavy, bare-bodied antics. It isn’t necessarily a bad thing. But sometimes all that noise can be so draining. Why not let the smooth sounds of Michael McDonald or Seals and Crofts take you away on a soothing sailboat ride of easy listening and cleanse your soul of auto-tune? DJ Claire will be steering the vessel Saturday, July 28, at Yacht Rock at Whistle Stop Bar (2236 Fern St., South Park), where soft rock reigns supreme. Slip into a pair of boat shoes for an evening fit for a ship heading to Key West. You’ll almost expect a sexy saxophone player to pop out of nowhere and launch into “Careless Whisper.” If that happens, try not to rip off your shirt. Yah mo be there at 4 p.m.
For some people, Monday through Thursday is a no-party zone. The day when folks set this boundary, intentionally or not, is the day they must recognize that they’re getting old. I should know. You can find me on the couch during the week reminiscing about my days of raging while eating frozen Trader Joe’s pizza. For those who haven’t surrendered to the old-and-tireds, Live Wire (2103 El Cajon Blvd. in North Park) will host Wheels of Industry on Monday, July 30. Shoot some deer on the bar’s Big Buck Hunter machine while Psychopop and Mr. IMD get the week started with a bang. I’ll be in my pajamas at 7 p.m.
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