SF had an amazing afterparty culture. When SF kids go out they don’t expect to get home until dawn. I have known many girls that keep a change of clothes in their trunk in case they have to go straight to work the next day. The best afterparties don’t come with a flyer. They’re like one night stands (there’s dirty dishes in the sink and someone’s apologizing for the mess while they’re looking for alcohol). You know there’s a good chance the afterparty is going to be good if you’re in a carpool of 5 cars following each other and there’s less and less tall buildings outside and more and more trees. You shouldn’t leave a club early to go to an after party; the afterparty needs to be rubbing against the complete end of the last party that you squeezed every drop out of. That is the proper energy to bring to an afterparty. But, I don’t like to outlast afterparties, I like them to outlast me. I like to leave before it ends thinking that I may be missing something and reading my txts the next day to hear what happened…
Tiny Dive on Hollywood
I made a trip out to Hollywood to hang with a few friends for the weekend. After a long drive to San Diego and back for work on Thursday, I made it through Irvine long enough to hang at the ‘ool at my boy BP’s spot. Irvine is the definition of suburbia and more boring that watching ice melt.
Skip the formalities, we start our evening at a local dive spot on Hollywood blvd: Tiny’s KO. I’m uncertain how long this place has been going but some of these kats have been here since the doors opened the first time. We’re prepping for the evening so with stiff drinks, a good juke of punk and decor around the room highlighting chicks with clown; how could you not have a good time. The food is excellent at this place and some 50’s lady told me she would shove her nails in my nose if I didn’t let her play some Def Leppard track.
Proper dive….
“Remember to tip the bar wench”
Guggenheim First Fridays – Art After Dark
Last evening I went to the First Friday’s party at the Gugg. An evening gig starting around 6 and ending near 12 or 1 am. The last few times I’ve been there were great djs, musicians, to accompany the excellent exhibit. This evening everything fell flat. There was a significant line as usual with typically slow staff in front getting people in. What was more deceiving about this evening, they were still setting up the exhibit, the Shapes of Space, which wasn’t even extended to the last two floors of the hall.
Nouvelle Vague was the Live music at the Guggenheim this evening. I wasn’t too impressed but the acoustics for live bands in the hall are atrocious. Ricocheting up and down the Gugg making for terrible sound unless you’re right up front. I didn’t get much from my vid (behind the stage) but supmag did here:
Billy Idol
Dead Kennedys
More Pictures of the event:
And last a video of one of the more interesting parts of the exhibit, the sound synced lighted dancefloor (from the Guggenheim site: “Piotr UklaÅ„ski’s adaptable wall-to-wall installation Untitled (Dance Floor) (1996) transforms the institutional space of the museum or gallery into a sound-synchronized, light-flashing disco, subverting the normal use of the site and encouraging visitors to dance, mingle, and otherwise interact with one another.”
Doughnut holes are made of the same thing as the hole in your toilet seat, but nobody ever publicizes that. Megan Coughlin