You know those how-to-dress articles where the fashionistas tell the regular ladies to wear heels with ankle length skirts to avoid looking squatty? I’m not immune to these things. So, when I got ready to party at Los Globos last night, I grabbed an ankle length gray skirt that I have probably had since the ’90 and a pair of spiky-heeled, pointy toed boots that I bought right around the time the U.S. invaded Afghanistan.
I hadn’t worn the shoes in years. In fact, I just came across them while cleaning out my closet last week. They looked like they were in good shape. They were not. A seam in the pleather ripped when I changed into them in the parking lot at Los Globos. However, I didn’t not realize this– despite having Instagrammed a photo of said shoes– until I was inside the club. We were out on the patio. I looked down and realized that both shoes had ripped apart at the seams surrounding my ankle. There was still shoe there, but it wasn’t holding my feet place the way you expect boots to do.
I couldn’t give a crap about the shoes. They were old and cheap. I suppose it was bound to happen. But, did epic ankle support fail have to happen on the night where I intended to dance for hours? Oh, gods of the dance floor, sometimes you are unjustly cruel. Continue reading →
Tomorrow is Underground. I won’t be spinning, but Larry G., Diana M. and BipJeffington are. It’s going to be all about the New York bands. You know what that means, right? Interpol. Yes, I’m aware that there are plenty of other bands from New York as well, but, really, you should see how fast people run to the dance floor for Interpol at Underground.
Anyhow, if you’re on Facebook, you should RSVP so that you can get in for free before 10 p.m. and $5 thereafter. Underground is at the Grand Star in Chinatown, across Broadway from the Gold Line stop, and it’s 21+.
DJ Mag just opened the polls for its annual Top 100 DJ list. I might vote, but I get annoyed with any kind of poll that requires me to be logged into Facebook. Can’t I vote in private?
Regardless, I have a lot of opinions about DJs, mostly because I’m a fan of them more than anything else. When I saw that the poll was out and #Top100DJs was trending on Twitter, I wondered what makes a DJ awesome. Continue reading →
I don’t know which picks will actually make it into the set. If you want to find out, you have to go to the party tonight. Underground is at the Grand Star in Chinatown. If you’re on Facebook, make sure you RSVP. Continue reading →
#ThingstoNeverAskaDJ has been trending on Twitter all day in L.A. today. That makes me happy because a lot of people don’t have a good grasp of club etiquette. What can you say? A lot of people don’t know that you’re supposed to read the story before you fire off angry comments either.
I can’t explain the idiosyncrasies of humanity, but I can tell you what annoys DJs. Certainly, many non-DJs on Twitter can too. It’s all too appropriate that nearly all of the tweets I saw had to do with requests. Asking a DJ to play your jam is a weird thing. Some people don’t take requests. Others do, but there is a certain level of selectivity in what they will play. Also, how you ask for a request is as important as the song itself. The moral of #ThingstoNeverAskaDJ is don’t be a jerk.
I’ve spent a lot of time working in clubs, mostly as a DJ, sometimes as a promoter. I’ve played at parties that hit capacity by 10:30 p.m. and spun at clubs where there were, maybe, 20 people in attendance. Clubs are tricky business. Even when a party is a running success, it’s not predictable. You’ll have nights where everyone shows up early and leaves by 1 a.m., nights where no one arrives before 1 a.m. There are times when all your friends flake on you and people you barely know are dropping your name at the door to try to avoid the cover charge. There will be parties where the crowd will dance to anything. Those are always the best. There are other nights, though, where people only want to dance to songs that came out before they were born. Then there are nights when no one wants to hear anything more than five years old.
Any club that’s a success takes a lot of work. Even the failures take some serious effort. Whether you’re a DJ or a promoter, you know that you spend most of your time promoting. You never attend an event without at least a small handful of flyers on you. There are probably more in your car. When you’re record shopping, you leave stacks with your friends at the store. You tweet and blog and update your Facebook page. You do this knowing full well that hardly anyone is paying attention to you, but you have to give it a shot. You do this on top of things like booking talent, finding a venue, creating the aesthetic of the event and practicing your technique. Continue reading →
There’s a Kentucky Fried Chicken on Western Avenue in Koreatown that will put any other KFC to shame. I don’t know if the food is any different at this spot, in fact I doubt it is. But, this joint is such a bold, yet abstract, testament to fast food culture in Los Angeles that it serves as a marker. Whenever people are heading to Blipsy’s Arcade, the address is followed by some variant of “across the street from KFC,” and everyone knows of which Colonel Sanders original recipe outlet you speak.
This KFC is tall and wide and seemingly made of concrete with appendages jutting out of the side. It’s the Walt Disney Concert Hall of chain eateries, less blinding than Frank Gehry’s monstrosity, but still capable of instilling chills and cries of “What the fuck?” to passers-by.
My boyfriend mentioned that the building is supposed to be shaped like a chicken, which makes sense. From the angle at which I shot the photo, you can see a head and wings and a tail. Check out more photos on Visit Koreatown that show how the body is clearly shaped like a KFC bucket.
L.A. is a weird city. I never realized that until I started traveling. Other cities don’t stick an oversized donut on a roof so that you know where you can get a scrumptious, glazed treat. They don’t have a building that looks like a stack of 45s. We’re the kids with the overactive imaginations, nearly 10 millions Pippi Longstockings crammed into one sprawling county. My hometown can take the most mundane aspects of urban life and make them magical. Continue reading →
The record in the above photo is The Knife’s remix 12″ single for “Like a Pen.” It came out on Mute back in 2006 and that’s probably right around the time I bought it. I’ve had it in my crate for a gigs here and there, but I’m not quite sure I’ve ever dropped any of the mixes in a set. Continue reading →
Sunday night, I found out that this week’s theme at Underground is Siouxsie and the Banshees vs. Yeah Yeah Yeahs. My first mission, then, was to figure out which songs from those two bands I want in my crate. Yeah Yeah Yeahs doesn’t have a massive catalog, so I can bring whatever I have with me. The Banshees, on the other hand, have a couple decades of albums– all of which I have– and many singles. I own a few of those too. The challenge is narrowing down the picks for the party. Continue reading →
Tomorrow night is Depeche Mode vs. Daft Punk at Underground. I’m pretty heavily into Depeche Mode (check out my favorite B-sides on the Underground blog) and am a Daft Punk fan as well, so this will be fun. If you plan on going, make sure you RSVP on Facebook.
Shogo Mitsukuri spinning at Underground (Photo: Liz O.)
I stopped by Underground last night, not to spin, but to say hi to my DJ pals. This week’s special guests were Chris B. and Shogo Mitsukuri. Chris B. and I played together and Bang! for several years and, for a while, Shogo was the club’s VJ.
I did a blog post about Shogo for Underground’s site. He ran a Britpop party called Snap! in Osaka and has excellent taste in music. I was excited to hear him play “Beat Surrender” from The Jam. It’s been a while since I danced to that. Continue reading →