I’ll be playing records here on Saturday night.
Every fourth Saturday of the month, my friends, Larry and Diana, and I throw a goth party at the Grand Star in Chinatown called Shadowplay. Since tomorrow night is said fourth Saturday of July, it’s your chance to join us for some fun on the dance floor. We’ll be bringing old school and new school spooky jams. All you have to do is show up. This is a 21+ event. The cover is $8. However, there are a few ways you can get in for free.
I had just turned 15 when I saw Siouxsie and the Banshees. I think I actually used birthday money to buy my ticket. It was at Universal Amphitheater, the place now known as Gibson. I wore a purple dress that I bought at Saturdays. It was corpse purple, I thought, and therefore an appropriate alternative to all-black. My friends and I did our make-up all spooky. To be honest, I looked a little tragic, an ungraceful, awkward gothling. I knew that when I walked into the show and saw all the beautiful people with their perfect MAC faces and thrift store velvet dresses. I had a lot to learn.
That was the only time I saw Siouxsie and the Banshees. They toured again a couple years later, after I had figured out how to dress and dance like a proper goth, but I missed it for some odd reason or other. I saw The Creatures, Siouxsie and Budgie’s side project, several times. In fact, I met them when they played Coven 13. I thought I might faint. I’m kind of a big Siouxsie fan.
Okay, it’s not really breaking news. I just wanted to add some urgency to this all-important reminder that yours truly is celebrating a birthday for an undisclosed age very soon.
This year’s Birthday DJ Gig will take place at Underground on December 14. It’s not my actual birthday (that’s December 8, for those keeping track), but it’s the next date I’m scheduled to play at the club. All are welcome to attend, as long as your 21 or older.
In the coming days, I’ll let you know the theme for the night and RSVP details.
Vitalic is back with a new album, Rave Age, due out on November 6 via [PIAS] America, according to a recent press release. “Stamina” is the first single from the album and you can watch it right here. The video does have some gross-out moments and features a bare butt. Since I have no concept of what actually constitutes NSFW, keep that in mind and use your own judgment. The song itself is in line with what you’ll hear at those big raver gatherings that aren’t raves. In other words, it’s almost frantic sounding. That’s not a big stretch for Vitalic, who released his landmark EP, Poney, through International Deejay Gigolo more than ten years ago. That EP features one my all-time favorite dance songs, “La Rock 01,” which itself is a few minutes of complete dance floor madness. Vitalic knows how to get the crowd jumping on tables and, if “Stamina” is a good indication, his next album should manage to do the same thing.
One night, about a decade or so ago, I was DJing at my then-residency, Bang!, when my friend Tim started going on about some new band from the U.K. There’s nothing unusual about that, my friends and I are frequently running on at the mouth about new bands from the U.K., so I’m not really sure what it was about this particularly conversation that made me run out to Vinyl Fetish and buy a single from said band. The single was called “Bliss.” It was synth-heavy and I thought it would sound pretty good with the Pet Shop Boys for some odd reason or other. I started playing it at my gigs, early, whenever I knew my friend was ready to hit the dance floor. The song did alright. It wasn’t a huge hit, but it didn’t completely clear the floor the way some new single from some new band called Interpol did at around the same time. Clearly, my friend has a rare ability to pick out the Next Big Thing because, one album later, the band in question– Muse– became pretty much the hottest band on the planet.
Over the years, Muse has put forth club hits, radio hits, live hits, Olympic hits. Now, their latest album, The 2nd Law, is available. I finally got around to pulling up the album on Spotify this morning, checking it out specifically to see if there’s something on the album that I could play during my sets. There are a lot of tracks that I really dig– “Save Me,” “The 2nd Law: Unsustainable” and “The 2nd Law: Isolated System” come to mind immediately– but those won’t work with the kind of DJ sets I’m playing at the moment.
Placebo is back with a new EP, B83, due out digitally on October 16. A limited edition CD will be available as of October 30.
Judging from the Soundcloud clip of the title track (embedded above), it seems like the band is returning to the dramatic, rock sound that earned them legions of fans with albums like WIthout You, I’m Nothing and Black Market Music. However, this might not be what fans will hear on their forthcoming full-length, due out next year. In fact, the press release I received specifically says of the EP, “While not a reflection of the direction of the new album, the band felt strongly that their fans should get to hear new music in the interim.” Hmmm, I’m quite curious to hear that new album.
In the meantime, Placebo is hosting a contest for fans to produce their own covers of the B83 EP. You can either submit your work via Twitter or Instagram with the hashtag #B3KISS or you can do it through the contest’s designated website. The deadline is October 31and the winner will receive a test print of the art signed by the band.
You know the drill. Blogs report rumors that The Smiths are reuniting. Blogs dismiss rumors that The Smiths are reuniting. All this gets passed around on Facebook. Debates ensue in comment sections. We’re all scratching our heads wondering if, in fact, Morrissey and Marr will cave like pretty much every other group of the post-punk era that doesn’t have a dead frontman (and some that do) and will hit the tour circuit again. Can they resist the urge to cash in on aging weirdos who were too young to catch the band during all of its 1980s misfit glory?
For a brief second, I’m flooded with images of possibilities. There’s me sweating it out in Empire Polo Field trying to catch a glimpse of Morrissey and Marr from half a mile away. There’s me dragging my boyfriend to the ends of the earth, at least Glastonbury, so we can get caught in rain and mud during “How Soon Is Now?” There’s me crawled up in the fetal position, holding a bouquet of gladioli and a copy of the Picture of Dorian Gray, sobbing as I listen to “Paint a Vulgar Picture” on repeat because I couldn’t get tickets. If The Smiths were to reunite, I’m certain that the latter scenario is the only plausible one. But, thankfully, the band is once again not reuniting, or so says NME.