Week long music bender at posthoc.com

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by Melinda Whitehouse

Week Long Music Bender

Quicky posthoc guides to San Francisco

Taxi Companies

Late Night Restaurants

Venues

Club Reviews:

Cheesy music. 1984. Leg warmers? Well, maybe not but Cat's Grill on Thursday evenings takes you back to the era of feathered hair and lip gloss (last time around).

There'll be no pigeon-holing of The Justice League! Diverse music, diverse crowd. Hip Hop, Techno, Samba...it's all here.

The Lexington Club is a one-room corner bar with a pool table and pinball machine. In the Mission. Some might call it a dive.

Women, waterfalls and more women. That's how Jenny put it. Check out The G-Spot on Saturday evenings.

Needing to find your groove? Don't want all the sleazy crowds? Scott checks out Liquid on a Saturday evening.

What to do on a sunny Sunday afternoon? Head on over to the T-Dance at The EndUp.

Aren't Sunday nights a drag? Walk into Spundae and it'll be Monday morning just all too soon. Smallish crowd, brilliant music...

TUESDAY, JULY 20:

Isn't the Coco Club great. It's like getting trashed in someones rumpus room. Takes me back to 6th grade. Go back in time with The Names and The End.

Melinda Whitehouse

Yeah, yeah yeah. I know. I didn't post up a sweet and sassy little list of shows and clubs last night, but I have a real good excuse. I was storming the Bastille. I figured...hell what better way to celebrate Bastille day. So I drank a couple of bottles of snooty wine and wandered around, looking for a bastille to storm. I couldn't find one. Eventually I got tired and collapsed on BART for a little nap.

I woke up in Berkeley, well-rested and a little nauseous because my seat faced the wrong way (I'm such a delicate drunk), and there were all these angry people, holding signs, and yelling all kinds of things about about unfair practices, power to the people, and bringing down the man. Hooray! I had found my bastille. Now, all I had to do was storm.

There were two problems. The first being that it wasn't exactly a bastille, it was KPFA, and the second being that no one was into storming the damned thing. And believe me, I suggested it. Over and over and over again. So when some of the protesters announced that they were going to go to storm the freeway, I was all for it. Then they said they were going to try to get arrested. Of course. It was brilliant. Storming the bastille would be so much easier from the inside.

The police must have thought of that too because they refused to arrest us. We tried everything, nonresistance, peaceful protest, slogan shouting...nothing worked. I couldn't understand it. Getting arrested seemed so easy in high school. And last week, when I got caught at the zoo wrestling the alligators...nude. But they're aren't any alligators on the freeway, so we gave up. I was bummed, my Bastille Day buzz was fading fast--practically gone, actually.

And that was the end of my night...until I got on another of those backwards facing seats on BART, threw up, and got arrested for littering. So. I suppose you're looking for something to do this weekend. Aren't you glad I made bail?

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