Another successful Punk Rock BBQ over this past weekend. Special thanks to Harvelle’s for the great show, cheap drinks, and snappy hot dogs. See you text round!
Tag Archives: Lawndale
Punk Rock Bottom Prices
$6 for a PBR tall boy and a shot of whiskey… in Santa Monica?! Oh, wait, you say there are six bands playing? How much is the cover? Free?! And what’s that I hear about hot dogs? Also, free?! The bloody hell?! Lawndale is always a big draw, but Atomic Sherpas killed it yesterday! That MAY have been the three Low Lifes talking, but I doubt it.
Tonight, Handsome Boy Modeling School and Dr. Octagon. How’s that for a damned one-two punch?!
Also, if you ask nicely, Damien will make you a Liquid Kitty, sans the Lucky Strike, of course.
Returning to Form: Punk Rock BBQ 2018
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!
The BBQ Lives!
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.
A Match Made in Punk Rock Heaven
Days like today are exponentially made worse by the troubling fact that LA’s best punk rock bar no longer exists. Oh, what I wouldn’t give for a Liquid Kitty and some Lawndale right about now. RIP Liquid Kitty.
Sasquatch Rock
Lawndale’s 2nd (and final) LP (from SST Records in 1987) continued carrying the burning torch of surf-folk rock set ablaze by 1986’s Beyond Barbecue (their debut). Sasquatch Rock, as it is infamously known, harbors many well known, Liquid Kitty favorites, and is the perfect blend of Pacific Coast casual that this prominent band is eminently known for. I could go for a bit of Punk Rock BBQ right about now. (sigh)
RIP Liquid Kitty
With Liquid Kitty closing its doors decades before its due time (by far LA’s finest cocktail lounge), they will be hosting one last Punk Rock BBQ extravaganza. One final, drunken sendoff, which is scheduled for Sunday, August 7th. As the flyer reads, there will be six bands, cheap booze, and free hot dogs. RIP, Punk Rock BBQ, and RIP Los Angeles’ most colorful lounge.
The Last BBQ
Stupid ballgame plans are keeping me from attending what may be the last Punk Rock BBQ at Liquid Kitty. Stupid building owners not renewing leases make the top of my shit list, and are the reasons for the lack of Punk Rock BBQs. By far the best invite design, that I’ve seen, I may have to finagle some things to make this one happen. Afterall, there will always be more ballgames, am I right?
MoA-M?
Futuristic, intergalactic surf rockers Man or Astro-Man? sally forth with another (inter) stellar collection of twangy tunes with their 5th studio album, 1995’s Intravenous Television Continuum. Also released on clear vinyl, this collection of far-out follies builds upon an already sizable and entertaining library of instrumental jams, yet remains fresh and engaging throughout its 17 audio explosions. Think Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet completely hammered and going through a rough break-up, or better yet, Lawndale trying to piss off everyone within a 3-mile radius. It’s raw. It’s elegant. It’s viciously delicious.Dear Liquid Kitty…
Another amazing outing at West LA’s prime dive-o-rama entertainment refuge, the Liquid Kitty. Free punk rock, free hot dogs, $2 beers, and a slew of yesteryear dirty-punk icons… BY FAR, the best dive bar in Los Angeles, and this, coming from a guy devoted to the dive bar. Dear Liquid Kitty… thank you.
Please, Mr. Postman
Please, Mr. Postman, don’t drop, throw, toss, pitch, hurl, thrust, flip, heave, fire, or fling any of my precious records upon delivery. My copy of Lawndale’s 1986 debut LP, Beyond Barbecue, was a birthday gift (my loving SO), and now it’s little more than unplayable garbage and a sour subject. Government-infused laziness should not, nor ever, equal subpar workmanship.
