We're giving away copies of The Rockit tonight at Underground. Out-of-towners can read it via the afore-hypered link. Please disregard that heinous picture of Pete Wentz and his hideous band Fall Out Boy.

Labels: Clubs We Love, The Rockit, Underground

Rodney Bingenheimer is *finally* getting his star on the Walk of Fame today. Ceremony is in front of the Knitting Factory at 11:30 a.m.

Labels: In the News, Legends, Rodney on the Roq

On the Wikipedia main page, the featured article is on those musical pioneers, The KLF, who gave us such memorable songs as "3 a.m. Eternal," "Justified and Ancient" featuring Tammy Wynette, and "What Time Is Love?" along with other songs done under the names The JAMs and The Timelords. Check it out.

Labels: Flashbacks, Other Writing

Furban is my brother's word. It means "faux urban." He came up with it last night when we were walking from the AMC 6 to the AMC 16 in Burbank. We passed a sign that read something like Mall Village and we started talking about how it was like the whole of Burbank, or at least this portion off the 5, was consumed by the mall. Then he started to say something about how it's made to look like it's urban, but no self-respecting urban center would boast two AMC megatheaters separate only by a few parking structures and a Macaroni Grill.

We were in Burbank to see a special screening of 300, which was well worth the hour wait in line and the packed theater that forced us to sit in the front row.

People, go see this movie.

I haven't been to the movies in about a year, mostly because I can't handle high prices and low quality. This was well worth my return to the stadium theater.

Since the movie isn't out yet, I don't want to post any potential spoilers. However, if you read the graphic novel or studied the Battle of Thermopylae, then you will know what to expect. I will say, however, that the art direction was flawless. Every scene looked like a painting.

But 300 is more than just a beautiful movie. I left the theater with thoughts of war, death and freedom running through my head. What's worth your life? When is it best to go against the prevalent opinion? What has to happen for people to take a stand?

I don't have answers. Only questions. Just go see the movie and keep yourself up thought for a few nights.

Labels: Movies, Out on the Town

As usual, Simon Cowell said what we were thinking, but didn't say because we're Americans and were raised not to offend people and to give a shit about healthy self-esteem and all that crap.

Simon Cowell on Britney, Robbie and Rehab.

Seriously, this celebrity pity party has to stop. If the stress of fame is really too much for you, then donate all of the designer duds that you got for free to the poor, sell your mansion and use the proceeds to feed some third world country, rent an apartment in your boring hometown and get a job in an office where all you do is stare at a computer screen all day as your butt widens in time to the song on the radio.

Labels: Rants

We started off the evening at Vanguard, arriving when the warm up DJ was still on the decks. Went up to the patio, looked around and realized that the booths were all reserved for bottle service. We ran into Mr. Green Pea-ness on the patio and hung out with him until we heard something that sounded like it might be MSTRKRFT, at which point we walked down the stairs and out to the floor and realized that, yes, we were correct.
MSTRKRFT played to the crowd, most of whom we assumed were either there for Digweed or had shown up because they really dig clubs with bottle service. The floor grew progressively more crowded and after about a half-hour or so of dancing, we couldn't move. It reached the point that whenever I tried to move out of the path of traffic, some other person with an overfilled plastic cup of alcohol would create a new route. We traveled upstairs and then downstairs and finally split right before Digweed began his set.
We then headed over to M/R/X, armed with new copies of The Rockit. We arrived just as most of the crowd was saying goodbye. I handed copies of the paper to people whose photos appeared in Nightclubbing this issue. They were beyond excited. We hung out in the goth room for a bit, where the DJ played "Curious Guy" from Legendary Pink Dots, which one of those songs where you hear the lyrics, realize the subject matter and think "yuck," but the beat and those violins compel to you to get over your red-cheeked silent embarassment and continue dancing.
The best time to be at a club is at last call, when most of the crowd has left and the DJs go apeshit behind the decks. Job and the other DJ (whose name I cannot recall at present), played New Edition "Cool It Now" and Prince "Little Red Corvette," which morphed into an '80s HiNRG set. Nothing is better than when a handful of goths are getting all bootie on the dancefloor.

Labels: Clubs We Love, DJs