No one wants to be the old dude in the club. Hell, I’m gettin’ there myself. You know the type: He shows up at places like Voyeur on a Thursday night and hits on girls almost half his age when all they wanna do is drink Pabst and dance to Felix Cartel. But, hey, Matthew McConaughey may play a creep in Dazed and Confused, but he’s also everybody’s favorite character. So you gotta give this guy some credit. At least he’s rocking his own style and not trying to sport the latest hipster uniform. So, do your thing, buddy. Like the “drunk slut,” the “overzealous bouncer” and the ubiquitous “nightlife photographer,” a club’s just not a club without you.
After months of inactivity, the house venue known as The Habitat looks to be booking shows again. Zack Nielsen, business director of arts nonprofit Sezio.org, is moving in this week and says he plans to book local and emerging touring acts— though he couldn’t say who or when. He says he’s also considering a possible “fireside” video series putting bigger bands in an intimate setting.
Apes of Wrath announced last week that they’ve transformed into a new band called New Mexico. Bassist Jake Bankhead says they’re now a three-piece, sans guitarist Andrew Geldmeier, and they’re writing more straightforward rock songs. Two new singles, “Case Closed” and “Abused and Amused,” are up on their MySpace page. The band’s maiden shows happen Wednesday, June 30, at Bar Pink, and at the Independent Record Store Independence Day Show at M-Theory Music at 2:20 p.m. Saturday, July 3.
Ryan Blue, singer-songwriter and former CityBeat sales manager, confirmed that he’ll premiere his new band, Centerlight Pop, during the North Park Music Thing at Lestat’s on Saturday, Aug. 14. Members include River City’s Andrew Armerding and “other surprise guests,” Blue says.
Rockers The Old In Out will celebrate the release of their new record, Dance Loud, at Tower Bar on Friday, July 2. Indie-rockers The Modlins will mark the release of two new albums, Late Night Feel and Shoot the Moon, at Tin Can Ale House that same night. Folk-pop artist Jackson Price will commemorate the release of his new CD at Lestat’s, also on Friday night. Lights On will herald the release of their debut album, Here Comes the Ocean, at Tin Can Ale House on Saturday, July 3.
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Technicolor threw up in Hillcrest on Saturday night at La Pachanga de Frida, an annual fundraiser that celebrates the life and times of Mexican painter Frida Kahlo and benefits the LGBT Center’s Latino Services program.
“Kahlo’s spirit brings us closer as a familia,” coordinator Carolina Ramos told CityBeat. “So, every year we honor her with her favorite things: art, music food and tequila.”
Hosting a myriad of vendors peddling everything from oven mitts to Frida-emblazoned ankle socks, the fte also included a Frida look-alike contest.
Aworst nightmare for tweezers, a gaggle of gals strutted their stuff onthe main stage with all the style and grace of a vuvuzela. And in whatcan only be described as a historic moment in the event’s fouryearhistory, a biological woman won. “It must be the natural mustache,”quipped trans-tastic emcee Franceska—who claims to have “45 million husbands”—as she handed the winner her prize: a two-liter bottle of Hornitos.
Loudtable coverings, paper decorations hanging throughout and a DJ thatkept announcing God knows what too close to the mic gave the night thatcoveted quinceañera feel.
Ikah Love, Saul Q and every local beatmaster should take note. Donning an ostrich-skin, Kangolstyle hat and drenched in gold chains, DJ José Luis Avelar provided a nonstop nalgas-shaking mix that included old-school Selena, aMexi-fied version of “Jailhouse Rock” and the requisite line-dancinganthem, “Payaso de Rodeo” (think of it as “The Cha-Cha Slide” onmescaline).
The crowd ate it up, busting moves that would make Shakira blush.In fact, one attendee shook so hard that he accidentally propelledhimself against one of the calla lily-topped tables, only to get upseconds later and start a conga line. His hips did lie—and he was perfectly fine with it.
Artist: Professor J. S. Greyshade (aka Eric Chamberlin) Sound: Oneof the earliest steampunks in San Diego, Greyshade plays “anachronisticalternative,” his term for music that appeals to steampunks. For thosewho don’t know, steampunk, in short, is an artistic and culturalmovement inspired by the Victorian era and the use of steam technology,but with futuristic elements. To be more specific, Greyshade’s eclecticselections include circus punk, dark cabaret, world-music fusion,gothic, neoclassical and alternative Americana. Since the movement ismostly visual, the definition of steampunk music, or whether it existsat all as a genre, is still unclear. So how does Greyshade choose histracks? He follows one simple rule: “Music that takes pre-rock ’n’ rollmusical styles and mixes them with modern elements.”
The name: WhenGreyshade started DJing, he took his Renaissance-fair name “JohnGreyshade” and Victorianized it into “Jonathan Sebastian Greyshade.”The “Professor” comes from a common handle used by traveling merchantsselling miracle cures during the Wild West era. “Back then, thereweren’t any universities around to say, ‘He’s not a professor; he’s afraud!’” he laughs.
Origins: Greyshadefell in love with steampunk when he realized it encompassed his diverseinterests, which include costuming, music, alternative technology andanti-consumerism (steampunks are big on making their own gear). “Now Ihave a name for what I like,” he says. He especially wants to promotethe DIY ethic of steampunk—“to shake off the idea that it’s better ifit came from a mall.”
Stats: Greyshadeand his wife, Ingred, organize various steampunk events in San Diego,most notably the recently revived Chrononaut Steampunk Club Night thathappens every second Thursday at Queen Bee’s in North Park.
The July Chrononaut will be a special vendor night called Babbage Alley Market for people to buy lastminute gear for Comic Con.
A few Downtown clubs seem to be embracing, even encouraging, the form of dance and gloating known as the fist pump.
Last Friday, The Double Deuce held a Jersey Shore Party and gave out prizes for the best girl and guy fist pumpers. Locals Jeff Oxford and Rikkiann Nordstrom took home the prestigious awards.
And every Saturday at Quality Social, a night known as Douchepop encourages guests to “rage with all of their mockable guilty pleasures.”
“For the most part, we eschew fist pumping,” said Chris Dexter, ownerof Quality Social. “But on Saturday nights, we sort of joke around andsay that we allow it…. Overall, people having a good time and pumpingtheir fist is a good thing, but what it’s come to mean is sort of the Jersey Shore thing.”
Bythat, he means bottle service, limos and doormen with attitudes, andwhile he says Quality Social purposely tries to avoid any sort ofcliché club arrogance, the proprietors have accepted their surroundingsand are trying to do the Downtown thing their own way—by welcoming thealmighty fist pump, if only for one night a week.
OnFacebook, the act of fist pumping is officially ‘liked’ by 7,044people, and, yes, a search of “#fistpumping” on Twitter will bring upplenty of posts about the deed. Wikipedia even has a long, thoughtfulentry on the pumping of fists.
Theresurgence of fist pumping is a divergence from what was generallyaccepted as an act appropriate only for athletes and obliviousclub-loving douchebags. Perhaps now, people who pump will be met withhigh-fives instead of rolled eyes. Fist pumping might just become so douchey that hipsters will start doing it ironically and, suddenly, it will become truly cool.