Wednesday, August 4, 2004
Real goths hate to be called goth. "Person in black," "darkwave/ industrial music fan," or "vampire" are all preferable to the dreaded g-word. So don't call "Dark Sparkle" a goth club, as we just did. Like any label, it's an oversimplification. It's true that you might find club kids in black patent leather skirts, striped stockings, and messy black hair who fit the description, so to speak, but keep your yap shut at DJ Miz Margo and Sage's long-running event. You'll probably also see demented swing dance mavens, burlesque dancers out for blood, psychobilly depressives, and regular schmucks indulging their love for these DJs' wide variety of music. Still, dark eyeliner is never a mistake. Black out at 10 p.m. at the DNA Lounge, 375 11th St. (at Folsom), S.F. Admission is $5; call 626-1409 or visit www.darksparkle.com.
Thursday, August 5, 2004
Though TV commercials for souped-up cell phones tend to concentrate on the devices' more innocent uses ("Look, honey, our daughter just sent us a photo of the grandkids!"), creepy human nature means that some perverts found other functions -- like sharing surreptitiously snapped shots of ladies' underwear. Tonight a group of rapscallions attempts to take communications prankery still further at "Fun With Videophones: The Hookup," a live reality show that exploits the capabilities of digital video phones. The premise is simple, the technology less so: Three contestants attempt to pick up women at bars, while an operative records the action and e-mails images back to the gallery. Audience members then vote on what the contestants should do next. Should he try out a line or some other gambit? Cut his losses and scram? If the system works, you'll be the judge. Watch the magic happen at 9 p.m. at Rx Gallery, 132 Eddy (at Mason), S.F. Admission is $5; call 863-1274 or visit www.rxgallery.com.
Friday, August 6, 2004
Whether you know it or not, Larry Tee has probably made you dance your ass off. He's certainly had his finger in a lot of pies -- in the '80s Tee orchestrated shows with 10,000 Maniacs and the Butthole Surfers; in the early '90s he was the architect behind RuPaul's short but splashy cultural dominance. But his most impressive coup was spawning the electroclash scene. After catching a Fischerspooner set in 2000, he compiled a collection of songs by similar New York artists, coined the word "electroclash," and set about ensuring the style's renown with a hot music festival and national tour featuring turns from sought-after artists like Peaches and Ladytron. Tonight Tee turns S.F. clubgoers on to his "electrodiskopunk" (we assume that means we'll be hearing both Sister Sledge and Chicks on Speed) as he spins at "Club GUILTY," starting at 10 p.m. at the Stud, 399 Ninth St. (at Harrison), S.F. Admission is $8; call 252-7883 or visit www.guiltysf.com.
Saturday, August 7, 2004
Father-daughter incest, a breast milk spewing mom, nipple slicing, necrophilia, an intersex assassin who takes down prey with darts catapulted from her vagina: Even if you weren't staying up all night at the "Midnites for Maniacs Slumber Party 3," you wouldn't be able to sleep after viewing these freaky-ass films. Tonight curators Jesse Hawthorne Ficks and Frank Lee have put together a triple-feature of Japanese director Takashi Miike's most notorious works -- Fudoh (a young man takes on the yakuza with a band of fierce 8-year-olds), Ichi the Killer (a revenge flick that's been called, more than once, "the most offensive film of all time"), and the horrifying Visitor Q (a psychosexual family drama that takes direct aim at the Japanese bourgeoisie). Bring your pajamas, but don't plan on catching any Z's, as "Takashi Miike Madness" begins at 11:59 p.m. at the Four Star Theatre, 2200 Clement (at 23rd Avenue), S.F. Admission is $10; call 666-3488 or visit www.hkinsf.com.
Sunday, August 8, 2004
Is the grinding of gears music to your ears? Do you enjoy the cacophonous clatter of construction? Do you visit the dentist just to hear the whine of the drill? If so, you're exactly the tin-eared type the organizers of the San Francisco Bay Area Harsh Noise Festival want. In press materials the promoters call the fest's ear-splitting sound "aesthetic purification and meta-music," but we like to think of it as the type of tuneage that would make your parents rip your stereo plug out of the wall. Today's dissonant lineup includes performances by brutal Santa Cruz electronics-abusers Control and the appropriately named Redwood City outfit Oscillating Innards, whose forte is taped loops of hideous ambient city sounds. Don't say we didn't warn you. Local sadist R.H.Y. Yau starts things off at 8 p.m. at the Edinburgh Castle, 950 Geary (at Larkin), S.F. Admission is $6; call 885-4074 or visit http://harsh.noisefest.com.
Monday, August 9, 2004
Plenty of people have painted on a piece of glass, then turned it over to find a cool-looking abstract. Many have thought to themselves, "Dude, that's so awesome. I'm gonna hang it on the wall." But not everyone is Greg "Pnut" Galinsky, ridiculously hot designer/artist, so not everyone can turn such a revelation into good art. Galinsky's serene compositions use beach pastels and clean lines to emphasize careful constructions -- his extensive design work (Honda, Levi's, his own clothing lines) seems to have been an inspiration, not a distraction. The effect recalls the artist's youth: a slow ride on a longboard, hip hop and ska floating over Southern California sand, and the gentle click of skateboard wheels on wide, hot sidewalks. The images themselves are simple and often abstract, but the vibe is evocative. One corner of the show is dedicated to the artwork of Galinsky's 5-year-old daughter, Mya. Aww. The exhibit is open through Sept. 29 at Future Primitive Sound, 597 Haight (at Steiner), S.F. Admission is free; call 551-2328 or visit www.futureprimitivesound.com.