SUPER EGO It's been half a minute since I poked my stilettos through an extra-large Target bag and pulled it up to make an evening gown for hitting the town. I only have one sinus left over from the '90s, so I have to pace my nightlife, ha AS IF. But lately sometimes it's all like, "where'd everybody go?" when I go out. SF is definitely undergoing another of its periodic freak drains (although much wild unicorn magik still remains, as the Odyssey party proved last weekend).Read more »
SUPER EGO Happy 45th birthday to Specs, my favorite bar in the city. The Capitan cocktail at La Mar is drink of the year so far. I think I finally get Daft Punk. There will probably soon be a "high-end" "gay" "strip" club called the Randy Rooster in the Castro, but you can't make it rain — tips are donated at entry to a favorite charity, the dancers only strip to g-strings, and there'll be upscale food. (It sounds positively Mormon.)Read more »
I don't know who any of those RuPaul Drag Race queens are, goddess love 'em. And I sure as hell don't need anymore invites to local parties where one or more of them are appearing (seriously, it's like a plague of TV wigs, smelly bodysuits, bad names, and hastily assembled signature "songs" upon the gay bars -- NO TEA NO SHADE).
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!)
SUPER EGO "I've been listening a lot to Hulk Hogan's new comedy album. I hear he has an acid jazz album coming out soon, too — can't wait for that." I'm being treated to some good ol' deadpan Native American leg-pulling from DJ Bear Witness of A Tribe Called Red, performing at Thee Parkside on Fri/19.Read more »
NIGHTLIFE Consider Midland. The well-scrubbed, cutting-edge dub-houser from Leeds, UK, has been kicking around for a few years in the virtual technosphere, releasing a handful of excellent tracks (including 2010 critical hit "Your Words Matter"), aligning himself with well-knowns like Ewan Pearson and Ramadanman, and appearing on perpetual "breaking out" lists — along with dozens of other young bucks with voracious musical tastes and groovy, uncategorizable sounds.Read more »