So this week the Internet laughed at the Bronies, or rather at a devilishly edited video of a Bronycon rave somewhere, probably, in the upper Midwest. I admit I laughed and laughed -- it is impossible not to break down when the guy implores everyone to come to "Brony-Can, Canada's premiere My Little Pony convention" -- but not so much out of mean-spiritedness, at least in my own estimation.
The minimal synth movement -- which revives obscure (and launches new) careers in the Cold Wave, analogue electronic DIY synthesizer sound of the early '80s -- has been going strong since it first hit the Internet radio and underground club scene nearly a decade ago. While SF no longer has a night really dedicated to the sounds of such overlooked yet amazing acts like Ausgang Verboten, Esplendor Geometrico, Eleven Pond, Xex, and Zwischenfall, we've managed to work tunes from their ilk onto the rosters of regular parties like OK Hole, Haceteria, Dark Room, and more.
Best of all for SF, we have DJ Josh Cheon's Dark Entries Records, leading the way with reissues and new works that beckon that chilly underground feeling of yore. Seriously, spend a minute browsing the catalogue and you're sure to be intrigued.
And now it's time for a minimal mini-fest, huzzah.
SUPER EGO One of the best yet worst-kept secrets of the plastic fantastic SF underground has been Vinyl Dreams, a pop-up record shop in DJ Mike Bee's living room. It's been a must for visiting headliner DJs — and those of us who get all giddy at the mere flash of a fresh vinyl platter gingerly unsleeved in a private space. I've long yearned to write about this parlor of grooved delights, where Mike Bee would happily try to get his hands on any underground tune one desired. But a girl must have her secrets. And I'm not one to gossip!Read more »
Many of us barely remember growing up there, meeting our first hot papi, trying out our first cha cha heels on stage, and living the Selena dream. And some of us go back every week to relive those experiences! Now, that many-mirrored treasure trove of characters, Esta Noche, may have to close its doors -- forever.
It's too sunny out to read! My eyes keep glazing over with lusty sparkles and unicorns in mankinis. Let's meet in the park with a duffel of cold 40s, listen to some fun music with our tops off, and plan our party outfits for the following weekend blowouts (click on the titles for more details).
Jajajaja -- this installment of Party Radar is going to be like a last minute dump, since I'm still kind of drunk and the weekend, she is here. Besides, bloggity bloggity blah blah blah, let's just get to the good stuff. But let's first have some delicious beef for breakfast:
This week's Super Ego clubs column is full of signs and wonders for the coming weekend, but here's a further quintet of banging joints to top you off just right, Your soundtrack is "Triscuits," because that's my theme song right now. (Oh, and just a reminder -- that rained-out, positively drenched Hunky Jesus contest has been rescheduled for tonight, too!)
In my weirder '90s paisley dreams, all clubs in Montreal look like this. In my weirder 2013 Tumblr dreams all clubs in New York look like this. But I will CERTAINLY take all clubs in the here-and-now looking like the SF quintet of fantasticality that follows. N'est-ce pas?