Lately, I've found myself walking into bars I haven't visited for a while, and have been mortified to see the old school CD jukebox replaced by a neon monstrosity: the MP3 jukebox. At face value, the MP3 jukebox seems brilliant. And from a digital music nerd standpoint, it is. As media technology has evolved—vinyl to cassette to CD—so has the technology of the jukebox—vinyl to CD and now to digital. Its place in the world makes sense. The problem is that I am unable to reconcile my love of new technology's ease with my sentimental attachment to the old school mechanical jukebox.
Like all great parties, the BFD music festival had a raging after party at the uber hip club Mezzanine that featured live performances by hip-hop artist Busdriver, a special DJ set by the Faint and a performance by Brazilian dance group Cansei de Ser Sexy, also known as CSS.
Los Angeles band Moving Units played last Thursday at Café du Nord with The Deadly Syndrome and Test Your Reflex.
According to epitonic.com: "The Units should appeal to anyone who loves Gang of Four, A Certain Ratio, or The Pop Group, but don't think of their music as rote recitation of bygone styles; not only is the band tight as hell, but their tightly wound, minimal, paranoid take on punk feels fully appropriate for these nerve-racking times. What's more, you can dance to it."
According to the press release, Vessel comprises "4,500 square feet of subterranean space beneath Giorgio Armani and Niketown, and [is] neighbor to Campton Place Hotel. ... [It will] serve as the debut West Coast showcase for celebrated designer Stephane Dupoux, one of the world’s most sought-after designers in high-end hospitality (New York’s Buddha Bar and Cielo, South Beach’s Nikki Beach)." J. Bowman and LZ Love brought the house down at the boutique lounge's opening party.
photography by Stefanie Michejda
Last week I attended a fellow Capricorn’s birthday party at Martuni’s (4 Valencia St., 415-241-0205) and—this just in—discovered I loved Martuni’s. I guess it’s not that much of a shock: I love martinis, finding the letter ‘u’ in unexpected places and pretty much anything retro-kitsch so why it took me this long to get there in the first place is itself a bit of a mystery.