So, we missed the 2000 window by little over three months, but this live performance by quirky kings, BS 2000 was well worth the wait. Having grown up a Beastie Boys fan, I quickly began exploring any and all side projects by any and all members of the band. When BS 2000 released their second album (of two), 2000’s Simply Mortified, our hopes of a small, yet local tour were happily met with a rocket of anticipation. Seeing Ad-Rock (Adam Horovitz) and AWOL (Amery Smith) jam on a pair of keyboards and jumping around like fools was perfect for a much-needed mid-week show at The Rave in Milwaukee. This was 17 years ago now, but a handful of vivid memories from this evening will never be forgotten.
Witnessing Jello Biafra’s spoken word performance at Madison, Wisconsin’s Barrymore Theatre was something of a marathon… to say the very least. I’m happy to have experienced this entertaining sprint, though the unexpected 4+ hours eclipsed the rest of our evening’s planned activities. All of this is irrelevant, of course, because we were told, firsthand, about the brutal and legal-laden break-up of the Dead Kennedys. If invited to do it all again, I’d probably say yes, which is what you should say if you see Jello’s name pop up on one of your local theater fliers. The man is a legend, a pissed off legend, but certainly worthy of the nominal cover charge.
I would have loved to elaborate on “yesterday’s” 2001 trip into the treacherous bowels of Illinois to see my favorite band, but I’m getting ready to go to this… Liquid Kitty’s Punk Rock BBQ. Quick story, oh, and you should most definitely come out if you’re in the Santa Monica area, but the mainstay bartender from Liquid Kitty partnered up with another dude and they now own Harvelle’s. Damn bastards not renewing Liquid Kitty’s lease, but this is the next best thing! I’m going to ask for a Liquid Kitty (signature recipe martini) and see if they’ll make it. I doubt it’ll come with a non filtered Lucky Strike. Free hot dogs, y’all!
Found out about this one a bit late, but we were still able to catch the majority of Mike Watt and Secondmen at Liquid Kitty Punk Rock BBQ’s new location in Cypress, Cafe Nela. A random appearance by Keith Morris (and what looked to be his family) was a treat. Bummed we missed Lawndale. RIP Liquid Kitty.
Santa Ana kicked some solid ass and brought out some heavy, legendary hitters. Featured here is (insane / genius / crazy person) Jello Biafra with his Guantanamo School of Medicine. For only $20, we witnessed not only the best live band of our generation (Rocket from the Crypt), but also a few Dead Kennedys classics. I wasn’t expecting, or remotely prepared for the latter. Good day, indeed.
Looking forward to some Santa Barbara mischief this evening at the Roxy. I haven’t seen the Mad Caddies since around 1999 (my God, has it been that long?!), so tonight should prove to be a profound and nostalgic experience. But who knows? They’re getting old too and may just phone it in. Likely not, but a fun notion to ponder. If you look down and find yourself standing in the Los Angeles area this evening, head on over to The Roxy. Tix are still avail. Cheers.
For your upcoming, insatiable, mid-week evening of debaucherous enlightenment, look no further than Larry’s in Venice, CA, tomorrow evening. Not mentioned on the enigmatic flyer to the left is 3-year veteran, and Venice Open Mic Night originator / evening entertainer / Soviet Monica philanthropist, Isaac Irvin. The living myth (and connoisseur of German motor engineering) celebrates 3 years of open mic history, and the city of Los Angeles is invited. Also slated for your skirt-grabbing, live art pleasure is famed West Los Angeles painter / entrepreneur, Al Torres. So, let’s face it. Thursday be damned, and for damned good reason. See y’all at Larry’s tomorrow night!
So, here’s a show, a live, musical performance by my favorite band… in the city with which I live… and I, unfortunately, and with an honest heart, doubt I’ll be able to make it. What’s the killer… IT’S DAMN FREE! Find yourself in the Studio City area on a random Thursday evening looking for boots, mosey on down to Studio City and check out only the greatest rock n’ roll band and live performance of all time.