By Emma Silvers
By Gary Moskowitz
By Alee Karim
By Ian S. Port
By Ian S. Port
By Derek Opperman
By Emma Silvers
By Alee Karim
The Bay Area can claim, as her own, some of the world's more interesting literary renegades, and the Tip Top Inn can claim, as her own, some of the Bay Area's more intriguing booze hounds. Tonight, the two converge (not for the first time, mind you) at yet another exceptional Roving Underground Salon. Every two or three months these salons gather up local artists, musicians, and poets, and plunk them down in some random watering hole, where they can commune with various, um, spirits while demonstrating their peculiar crafts -- often with hysterical results. I can guarantee that this show will turn even the Illegal Soapbox racers who frequent the Tip Top into lovers of spoken word. Readers include: Hank Hyena, Poetry Slam champion and author of Miracles of the Flesh (as well as other disquieting, but funny, diatribes); Jason Flores Williams, West Coast editor of Prison Life Magazine and political commentator for Hustler; Juliette Torrez, National Poetry Convention organizer and Revival editor; and, representing S.F. in this year's contest, National Poetry Slam Team member Tarin Towers. Visual art will be presented by some of the best (read: sickest) the area has to offer: Gabby Gamboa of Bust, Last Gasp Comix, and, my personal favorite, Murder Can Be Fun; Lisa Onomoto of Little Goth Girl and Last Gasp; Sacha Eckes, creator of Smokin' Devil; rock poster artists Chuck Sperry and Ron Donovan; and baby rhinoceros owner Julie Fisher, among others. The salon will be held at the Tip Top Inn (3001 Mission) on Thursday, Sept. 11, at 8:30 p.m. Admission is free; call 440-1327.
Through two decades and over 40 releases of gothic-tinged psychedelia, the haunting croon of Legendary Pink Dots frontman Edward Ka-Spel has kept the group's ranking (in terms of cult status) high. Hard-to-get vinyl, lyrics circulated by fans as prophetic poetry, and several rumors of Ka-Spel's self-fulfilled demise didn't hurt either. Still, the Dots' latest, Hallway of the Gods, is the culmination of years of fine honing. According to the Dot camp, it's like when "a three-headed bald eagle with bad breath squats on the seat in front of you screaming inaccurate quotes from the Koran in an obviously fake Irish accent, [and then] mutates into a balloon-faced sergeant-major who bellows, 'This is no time for a nervous breakdown, asshole -- we gotta go hunting ventriloquists!' " Uh, yeah. The Dots perform at the Trocadero on Thursday, Sept. 11, at 7 p.m. Twilight Circus (Dot Ryan Moore's own project) will open with the Silverman (first name Phil; another Dot). Tickets are $10; call 495-6620.
In England, comparisons are often drawn between the Chemical Brothers and Death in Vegas, but this is only fame by association. Sure, D in V, like the Chem Bros, are electronic, beat-driven, and good for dancing, but the vibe is jazzy, smoky, and thick -- luxuriant, if you will. Comparisons most likely arose because one part of the team, Richard Fearless (aka Richard McGuire), was a regular DJ at the Chemical Brothers' hot and heavy "Heavenly Sunday Social Club" for a number of years. (Steve Hellier, the other half of D in V, has retired to the studio full time and leaves all live excursions to Fearless.) Plus, D in V are signed to a label run by Chemical Brother Tom Rowland's significant other. Connections should stop there. D in V are admitted lovers of rock 'n' roll whose live shows feature a five-piece band. (Out of a certain wry deference, they originally called themselves Dead Elvis, but grew tired of blokes with pompadours turning up to gigs expecting a tribute act.) On Dead Elvis, also the title of the U.S. debut, nods are given to old faves (of Hellier's, like Depeche Mode and Kraftwerk, and of Fearless', like Dr. John, Derrick May, and Bob Marley), but despite the slick sampling, frenetic drum loops, and trance-inducing distortion, Dead Elvis is sensual and somewhat dusty, like blowing off an old 45 in a dimly lit room. On the One magazine presents Death in Vegas (Richard Fearless with band) at Bimbo's 365 Club on Thursday, Sept. 11, at 9 p.m. It's an 18-and-over show and Aloof opens. Tickets are $10; call 474-3606.
Calling all chic freaks! You know who you are: people who are always two months ahead of the latest E! exclusive; people who know the M*A*C girls by name; people who can tell proper chamois from deer leather at 100 paces; people who knew Kangol was out a year before most people thought it was in; people who could make cocaine look elegant again, if they wanted to. These are the type of people who will already be at "Release" -- the oh-so-fashionable dance night run by the oh-so-fashionable (and, might I add, lucrative) promotion team of Martel Holer and Nabiel Musleh -- but for the rest of us, this is a great opportunity to watch, learn, and rub elbows with the beautiful people. Unzipped is a fashion show sponsored by M&N Productions, featuring fashions from 18 prominent designers (Diesel, Moschino, Replay, X-tay), as well as a number of local boutiques (Dish, Shoebiz, Zeni). Models will be supplied by City and Industry Modeling Agency. Hair by Fritz and Hairplay. Makeup by M*A*C, of course. Unzipped will be held during "Release" at 1015 Folsom on Saturday, Sept. 13, at 11:30 p.m. Tickets are $10-13; call 281-0823.