SUPER EGO Vampires beware, or at least grab a pair of killer shades. A recent, very late walk of shame (both heels broken but my rep intact) revealed that afternoon outdoor parties are currently raging full-tilt. So invite me to your dang retro-fidget-yacht-goth-IDM BBQ already! I promise not to spill anything. Everybody looks great in hot sauce, anyway.Read more »
Back in 1988, I hung out for a summer in West Berlin. Yep, this was before the wall fell, when West Berlin was a roiling, hyperactive, neon-crazy island in a sea of Communist repression -- kind of like the most exclusive nightclub in the world.
One of the things that took my breath away: high school kids and college students went to clubs before school. At least the few I knew would met their friends around 5-6am at the all-night club du jour and dance it out for a while before heading to class. "This is the best place in the world!" I thought at the time.
Also: "Why can't we have this?" Well, now we kinda do. Welcome to San Francisco, Daybreaker.
SUPER EGO "The Mission has changed so much since we started the party. Just so many strollers and $10 tacos... It's crazy ... " DJ Oz McGuire (aka Señor Oz) was telling me. Along with his brother Joey (aka Pleasuremaker) and the cutest crew ever, Oz has thrown fantastic panglobal funk weekly Afrolicious at Elbo Room for the past seven years.Read more »
SUPER EGO A few weeks ago, Heklina, lippy doyenne of uproariously venerable, 20-year-old drag hole Trannyshack, contacted me. She had an idea about writing an op-ed for the Guardian about why she was changing the name of Trannyshack — "possibly to T-Shack, in response to the growing controversy over the word 'tranny.'"Read more »
Now that I have a strapping young nephew in the Navy, Memorial Day scares the shit out of me. Best thing for it is dancing, of course -- to celebrate our hardwon freedomz!
Also, oscillating wildly will help us get over the fact that we're neither at the International Mr. Leather Competition in Chicago or Detroit's huge Movement technofest. But we have Carnaval! And Honey Soundsystem! And Paradise Garage tributes! And so much more.
So let's get to Memorialing! (Click the names below for more info.) Here's our theme song, duh:
SUPER EGO Whoever decided to pack Disclosure (charging $50 for a DJ set!), the adorable Martinez Brothers, Easter with the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, 420 in the Park, two insane undergrounds, and 200 bottomless mimosa brunches into one blurred weekend deserves to be packed into a giant pastel plastic egg and rolled down Mt. Tam. My head feels like a gargantuan green Bunnyzilla hopped upon a ketchup packet, not cute. So here are some brief items of interest before I lay down for just a minute.Read more »
SUPER EGO I've been a huge, squealing, panty-tossing fan of the Bronx-born Martinez Brothers since they were 14 and 17. Don't call NAMBLA: If you've ever seen Chris and Steve work their supreme magic on the turntables, you know these two bopping, smiling dudes have wise old souls and an infectious spirit of musical joy.Read more »
Look, we know how it is. Sometimes you just need to get out there -- at whatever time it is -- and grab a dang drink. Fret no more: Here's our handy guide to getting a little tipsy on, round-the-clock.
I have so much to say about how much influence house originator Frankie Knuckles had on the SF scene (and basically the entirety of my life) -- but I'm still so much affected and in shock at his passing, that I think the best way to work it all out is, as usual, hitting the dancefloor. Let's come together this weekend and celebrate the Godfather's warm and joyous gift of music.
I'm figuring the spirits will be coming down at every party happening this week, but these are my personal recommendations: