SUPER EGO Like I have one half-gram of dopamine left in this one half-brain after New Year's Eve to help me glue my heels back on, smear another layer of mascara down my cheeks, spit-shine my tiara, and stumble out onto the dance floor. Children, I am giving you tragic Courtney Love circa mid-'90s on a melted CD cover right now. And yet! I'd much rather face the DJ than the Safeway or the Muni, so let's just stay out a little longer, k?
SUPER EGO Hey, hey, hey — it's that time again — New Year's Eve comes hard upon us. Avoid the amateur hour on the streets and duck (sauce) into these warm ragers. All parties below take place Tue/31. Find more rockin' NYE shindigs here and general fun events here. Clink!
YEAR IN NIGHTLIFE The drink of the year was the Chinese Mai Tai at Lipo Lounge. It's $9, but it's huge and you only need one. Or maybe a half, if you want to remember your pants. Oh, just drink the whole thing.Read more »
SUPER EGO Everybody talks about how great classic rave was — no one actually does anything about it. The Bay Area has its share of (well-mannered) wiggy music nights, to be sure, but we've basically ceded the legacy of boom-boom big room spectacle to overpriced EDM concerts at Bill Graham.Read more »
SUPER EGOBesos from NYC, where it is 37 thousand degrees below zero, and I'm warming my hands on super-cute queer Brooklyn underground dance parties and giant 1990s big-room revival spaces with insane sound systems and too many gorgeous women to count. But if I was back in SF, I'd totally post-twerk with you at these fun parties.
SUPER EGO All of a lately, my inbox has been flooded with so many bangin' all-night underground party invites — real underground, not just some dude from Ibiza who doesn't play Afromaus or whatever — that I've had to hike my virtual pants up to my gloriously toned calves. I look like a Williamsburg 2k7 thrift store hipster, minus the neon shutter shades. (Well, at least we're not in clamdigger territory ... yet.)Read more »
Guy Gerber is blowing his nose. A lot. He's also trying to talk to me, through a massive hangover, over the phone from NYC. His chopped-up vocal snippets, mashed into long expulsions of compressed air, spiked with a woman's giggle, rustling sheets, and clanking bottles somewhere in the background of his room, could almost be one of his driving, hypnotic, yet always surprisingly human, techno tracks. Good lord, even this protean dance music creator's phlegmatic exudations are musical.Read more »
SUPER EGO A dream, a mirage, a miracle, or what? Am I not down off that pill? Deep in the Tenderloin, right where White Walls Gallery used to be... suddenly, there's a full-on dance music record store, brimming with hundreds of vinyl gems. Pristine classics from Westbam, Frankie Bones, Masters at Work, and Jeff Mills up through smoking-off-the-press releases from L.I.E.S, Laether Strip, Delroy Edwards, even black metal act Raspberry Bulbs, because why the hell not — nothing's real, right?Read more »