When the sold-out audience exited the Jon Sims Center Sunday evening
after the first performance of "Dr. Frockrocket's Vivifying
(Re-Animatronic) Menagerie and Medicine Show," a second capacity crowd
was already lined up outside, ready to cram themselves into the freshly
sweaty performance space for a 9 pm show. The queer-punk cabaret, which had
already played in Portland, Olympia, Seattle and Boston over the past few
months and had just completed shows in Santa Cruz and LA earlier that
weekend, took over the JSC with a music-fueled mongrel of song, spoken word,
dance, comedy and naked Twister.
Because one of the performers canceled, I was asked by local writer and
performer Tara Jepsen to fill in during one of the show's 16
installments, and in accepting I got a frenetic peek at the
behind-the-scenes action. (I was part of a comedy sketch where I got to wear
a '70s leotard and perform improvisational-dance moves.) The show's house
band, the Two-Bit Tonic Players -- which featured powerhouses from
the Olympia indie-rock scene, including Rachel Carns from the Need, Nora Danielson from the Intima, Betsy Kwo from Ibobuki
and Betty Ruption from Boy Pussy USA -- kept the mood charmed and
freaky, while Dr. Frockrocket (local musician Jody Bleyle, formerly
of Team Dresch and now a member of the Infinite Xes) cajoled and serenaded
until her voice gave out.
At the very end, after Two Ton Boa's Beth Stinson danced a mean
flamenco, performer Spider ranted and raved and performance artist
Bridget Irish crafted four-leaf clovers using only green paint and
her butt cheeks, Nomy Lamm
took the stage. A writer, activist and self-proclaimed "badass fatass Jew
dyke amputee," Lamm brought the show to the only logical conclusion
remaining. As her full, throaty voice wrapped itself around a distinctly
funky beat while she sang the words, "You free your mind, you free your
effigy," the motley cast assembled onstage for a cathartic round of can
shaking.
Last Wednesday, when I walked into the Bottom of the Hill, I wished
so badly that I had never heard of the Oakland band Mono Pause. For
just a moment, I wished I had never caught their White Ring show, where they
performed as a group of fundamentalist bigots who had met during Operation
Desert Storm. I wished I had never seen them lurking inside giant homemade
pods onstage or been blown away by their found-sound collages. That way,
when I walked into the city's best-known rock club last week and looked up
at the stage to find a group of fresh, smiling faces beaming widely as the
band kicked out a set of hyperenergetic Southeast Asian pop, I would have
had the pleasure of being utterly flabbergasted. Instead, I just had the
pleasure.
Recruiting Roofies back-up singer Diana Hayes for vocal duties, Mono
Pause opened their show with 25 minutes of unadulterated Thai and Cambodian
pop tunes. As the adorable, cheery Hayes belted out the lyrics (Were they in
a real language? Or did they just sound real?), she danced around the stage
like the head of the pep squad. Two of the five boys sang backup and
generally behaved like the most pleasant wedding band around, easing the
crowd into a good-natured spate of dancing. But then, at one point in their set,
about a minute into a sort of moody, '80s art-rock song, one of the club's
staffers audibly groaned. The song was pretty terrible. Suddenly, the band
peeled off their instruments and stepped away from their mics while the song
went on and on. Who knew they could lip-synch better than Britney?
Congratulations to the local cast and crew of "By Hook or By Crook"! The
feature film, written and directed by and starring Harriet Dodge and
Silas Howard, has been selected by the Sundance Film Festival to screen
as part of the American Spectrum showcase. This gorgeous, wholly original
buddy movie, produced by Oakland's Steakhaus Productions, was shot in
SF on digital video and premiered at the city's Lesbian and Gay Film
Festival in June.
It's official. Our beloved Bay Area record emporium, Amoeba Music, finally opened
the doors to its Hollywood location with much fanfare. In addition to rabid
collectors camping outside overnight and flying in from Japan and Europe for
the occasion, it wouldn't be LA without those who's-whos and whoevers
sniffing around at the opening.
Apparently, Mick Jagger, who was in town doing a concert, was seen
peering through the windows the night before the launch. (On a side note,
the LA Weekly published a hilariously dishy bit last week claiming that 50
people occupying the front row at Mick's LA show were hired by a company
called Scottie's Bodies. Seems they had answered an ad looking for "Great
Looking Sexy Fun Party People" -- the show was being filmed for the ABC bio
"documentary" "Being Mick.")
Also on deck for Amoeba LA's opening were Margaret Cho, MTV's
Johnny Knoxville and Twiggy Ramirez. We also heard Courtney
Love requested access to the store for a private shopping spree on the eve
before it opened, but apparently her entreaty was politely declined.
Mainstream Hollywood movies offend many peoples' sensibilities on a daily
basis, but especially enraging are those innumerable remakes and
"reimaginings" of older films. Though I hear J. Lo is considering starring
in a hip-hop version of "A Star Is Born," I'm now referring to this
weekend's big ensemble-cast juggernaut "Ocean's Eleven," Steven Soderbergh's
take on the quintessential Rat Pack movie.
If you think you must trudge to the theater like everyone else who worships
George Clooney, well, you're right! Just don't go in. Yes, East Bay lounge
hound and Vegas-ophile Will the Thrill is encouraging like-minded
individuals to protest this latest defilement of American pop-culture
history. Show your fellow moviegoers how you really feel about Julia Roberts
trying to fill Angie Dickinson's stilettos. All the details for the Fri.,
Dec. 7 action are available on his Web
site.
Brushes with fame? Petty gossip? Random information? Let me know.
Beth Lisick is the author of "Monkey Girl" and "This Too Can Be Yours,"
out on Manic D Press.