For the fifth year in a row, “Dre Day,” an annual event and brainchild of local L.A. band Pu$$y-Cow took place on on February 12, 2011 (Early celebration as Dr. Dre’s real birthday is on Feb 18th) at the Blue Star Cafe in downtown L.A.
BB and SIRIA RECOMMENDED FOR FRI 2/11 – BULLET & SNOWFOX @THE BOOTLEG THEATRE & SAT. 2/12 – HELLRIDE AND SILVER NEEDLE AT THE CENTRAL & DRE DAY @ THE BLUE STAR
TONIGHT! FRIDAY FEB. 11TH
BULLET AND SNOWFOX W/KILLOLA @ THE BOOTLEG
Tonight they are playing with Killola!
Ages: 21 +
Cover – $10
Here is some “behind the scenes” footage of their visit into our Intraffikradio.com studios when they were gracious enough to come in for a visit during the Ingenue residency.
Here is their video for their song that we can’t get out of our heads “Neurotic Nancy”
SATURDAY FEB. 12TH
HELLRIDE w/SILVER NEEDLE, RIVER OF SUNS, JAYAR
Do you remember that dream you had where you were hanging out with Wayne Kramer (MC5), Mike Watt (the Minutemen), and Stephen Perkins (Jane’s Addiction) and you ended the night by jamming and singing some Stooges songs together? It was beautiful. Man, you didn’t want to wake up– not only because you knew the hangover was going to be brutal, but also for fear of the reality check of awakening and finding your new buddies be gone.
Well, Saturday night you don’t have to fear the rug being pulled from under you, as it just so happens that your dream is becoming a reality as the Central (previously known as 14 Below) in Santa Monica boasts the privilege of a one-night only Stooges music-filled night as your “buddies” step out of your dream and onto that stage to perform some of the Stooges’ hits via Hellride a Stooges “Supergroup” Tribute band (which normally includes Peter DiStefano for whom Wayne Kramer is filling in for this show only). Opening bands are: River of Suns, JayaR, and Silver Needle
Central Social Aid & Pleasure Club
1348 14th St.
Date/Time: Saturday Feb. 12th 8 p.m.
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5th Annual “DRE DAY”
This February, American music-lovers and gangstas alike will once again band together to celebrate the birthday of one of our generation’s most gifted American composers. For the fifth year in a row on February 12, 2011 (Early celebration as Dr. Dre’s real birthday is on Feb 18th), revelers button up our work shirts, crack open an ice-cold bottle of malt liquor, and spark a fat blunt in acknowledgment of one Andre “Dr. Dre” Young’s 46th birthday via “Dre Day,” an annual event and brainchild of local L.A. band Pu$$y-Cow . This year’s festivities include iPod playlists featuring some of the Doctor’s most well-loved hits, live performances by Los Angeles’ musical acts covering Dr. Dre cuts, the classic film THE WASH will be played on TV’s located in the bar, The ever-popular Chronic photo booth, Free Dre Stickers, a game of Eddie 40-hands, and much more.
2200 E. 15th Street
Los Angeles, CA
Toys That Kill
The Jew Cocks
Row 1: Nico Vega, Sweethead, The Shakers
Row 2: Pu$$y Cow, Pu$$y Cow, Dead Country
Row 3: Rob Z Program/Z/Schnee and the Bleeding Livers, Stab City, Walking Sleep
Row 4: Spider Problem, Spider Problem, Kissing Cousins
Row 1: Eastern Conference Champions, Pollyn, Thee Hundred Days
Row 2: Tomorrow’s Tulips, The Dollyrots, The Dollyrots
Row 3: Captain Danger, Lucy Schwartz, Lucy Schwartz (Mona Tavakoli and Lucy’s Father as support band)
Row 4: Vanaprasta, Gliss, Red Cortez
Row 1: Pity Party
Row 2: Best Coast, The Mo Odds, The Slow Death
Row 3: Don Juan y Los Blancos, Local Natives, Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
Row 4: Amanda Jones and the Sugartits 3, Eastern Conference Champions (ECC), ECC
Row 5: Warpaint, Mad Planet, Mad Planet
Row 1: Get Set Go, The Slow Death, Twilight Sleep
Row 2: Whispertown 2000
I had less than ideal health this past winter. I’m not saying I was ever on my deathbed. In fact, over the course of a year I only missed three days of work due to illness (if an Internet source is correct, the average full time worker takes 8.5 days of sick leave). The situation is that starting around December, I went through this routine of getting colds that lasted about three days. I’d recover and then figure I could just go back to my normal routine, and then about two weeks later the sniffles would return.
I am either getting old or perhaps it is just bad luck.
Sidebar. As I write the first draft of this column, I am fighting back another bout of a sore throat and runny nose (that in fact in retrospect lasted longer than three days).
One friend recommended that I give up the night life and go for 8-9 hours of sleep. Perhaps she is making an appropriate recommendation. Of course, I argued that exercising out in the cold winter nights probably contributes a tad; you know, breathing in cold air –- this is what I’d like to believe.
My latest run of bad luck illness hit after four nights of music scattered amid three days of cold winter night exercising.
Here’s what perhaps led to this latest illness.
Monday: I headed off to Spaceland to catch Castledoor (pictured left) and Princeton (pictured right). I’ve previously made reference to Castledoor. What was unique about this night was the fact that it might have been Castledoor’s last ever set. At a minimum, it was their last set in their current form. Really sad. It was only the second time I’d seen them and I was liking them. As for Princeton, it was their residency month. For their last song, they invited anyone so willing to come up on stage. A number of folks got on stage and they had a dance party. (I would post photos of the dance party, but I’m not sure people would appreciate having their photos up on intraffik.com.) Two friends were supposed to meet me at Spaceland. Both made it to Spaceland, but didn’t get inside. When I arrived at 10 p.m. I walked right in, but it was already crowded inside Spaceland. I sent off warning texts. Unfortunately, my friends got caught in the long line that quickly formed outside after 10 p.m. Interestingly, they know each other and I’m sure they were standing in line at the same time, but neither noticed the other.
Tuesday: I was off to see Oh, The Spanish Moss and Roll the Tanks. Siria mentioned this night briefly in her ‘What I Listened to . . .’ column. I have to give props to Oh, The Spanish Moss. Their bassist had just quit on them before their gig. They decided to play anyways. Who needs a bassist anyways? As for Roll the Tanks, there was an interesting situation where one of their amps started picking up a Spanish radio station. You couldn’t hear it while they were playing, but in between songs you’d hear Spanish coming from the amp. It was amusing for the audience, but frustrating for the band. (more…)
Tuned! Or Scored or F-Majored or whatever.
I have grown weary of television over the last few years. I’ve grown to despise the predictable, trite, formulaic crap the networks churn out. And I think I’ve never really been able to forgive television people for cancelling Firefly, so there’s a lot of television-directed anger swimming around in my amygdala. But, oddly, I’ve been watching a lot of cooking shows lately. Like, a LOT of cooking shows. Hell’s Kitchen, Top Chef, Chefs vs. City, The Best Thing I Ever Ate, Kitchen Nightmares, Top Chef: Masters… All these shows fascinate me. But the one I’ve been watching most of lately is called Chopped.
If you’re unfamiliar with this show, the premise is this: they get four chefs every week (something I’ve been wondering lately: what is the difference between an executive chef and a Master Chef? I can only imagine that they hold a secret tournament every year where executive chefs fight to the death with lime zesters and halibut de-scalers, and the one left standing is elevated to Master Chef status. Mario Batali must be a BADASS with a zester). They give them baskets containing odd ingredients, and they have to make food including those ingredients. For example, one round they might open their baskets to reveal polenta, starfruit, crab eyeballs, and the rare man-eating blood-saffron, and each one is given thirty minutes to incorporate those items into something delicious. There are three rounds–appetizer, entree, and dessert–and one chef is eliminated (“chopped,” if you hadn’t already guessed) after each round, leaving one victor with ten thousand dollars and all his or her limbs intact.
So I was watching this show, and I started thinking how great it would be to adapt it into a musical contest. I mean, let’s be as brutally metaphorical as possible: music-based reality shows are the oozing pus leaking out of the weeping sore infecting the malignant tumor of the wrinkled rectum of the television medium. There’s more to music than emotionally unstable attention whores singing pentatonic melismas to karaoke arrangements of “I Will Survive,” right?