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Walk down any hallway in any high school on any day, and
there they are - the jocks struttin’ around in front
of a rapt audience of cheerleaders. A bunch of stoners ducking
out the back door to smoke some grass in the parking lot.
And we can’t forget the ‘cure’ crew –
dressed head to toe in black and makin’ damn sure everyone
in the building knows exactly how depressed they are. And
the unspoken but clearly understood rule is that there is
to be no fraternizing between the classes. It’s a lot
like jail - everyone’s gotta play the game. If you don’t
find one group to hide behind, you risk violation from everyone.
Ok – now fast-forward a couple of years: where are they
all? Well – the jocks are teaching – most likely
gym or divers ed. (and I can actually document this from my
own classmates), the theater kids are working at a Starbucks
in either LA, New York, or their home town – all spending
more time talking about their acting career then they actually
do acting. The stoners are still stoners, but probably making
fat cash working at some graphic design studio somewhere.
And the Cure crew? Well they’re all alive and well and
hanging out at Bar Sinister – this Goth club in Hollywood.
So why exactly am I boring you with all this Lord of the
Flies sociological bullshit you’ve long since stopped
caring about? Because a few weeks back I caught this band
called Sex with Lurch at the Dragonfly. I was completely blown
away. If you don’t already know who Sex with Lurch is,
they’re the shit - like something straight out of an
Andy Warhol movie - surf guitar, transvestite backup singers,
and a 7-foot tall dude dressed like Lurch from the Addams
Family. So when I got an email announcing the Bar Sinister
show – I was psyched.
The night of the show I brought along a girl in town visiting
from Chicago. I figured what better way to show someone LA
then to drag ‘em to some Hollywood Goth club to see a
transvestite band. But when we got to the club, we met this
really charming young lady at the door who was not about to
let some blonde girl in a blue shirt into her Dungeon of Despair.
‘She can’t come in!’
‘Why the Hell not?’
‘She’s not wearing black!’
‘So fuckin’ what?’
‘That’s the rule – blah blah blah.”
Now I have no objection to a club wanting to have a motif.
And let’s be honest - all black’s better than some
dopey sports bar filled up with drunk dorks from a law firm,
arm in arm singing along to “Can You Take Me Higher?’
by Creed. I asked the doorman what we could do to work around
this fashion issue. He told me to give her my shirt, and just
not wear one myself. Fine, I thought – settled. So as
I start to take my shirt off, the Mistress of Gloom glares
at her doorman, and informs me that now she will not be letting
me in with my camera – which had been hanging around
my neck all along. I explained that I took some pictures of
Sex With Lurch at the Dragonfly, and I was asked to bring
those by and take some more that night. She absolutely wouldn’t
budge, at which point I laughed, told her to take it easy,
and split.
Obviously we had somehow threatened her little sociological
Biosphere. Apparently she didn’t interpret my invitation
from a member of the band that as a clue that I could hang.
But whatever - she has the right to let in whoever she wants.
I for one always find it hilarious when some chick uses her
omnipotence as a Hollywood door-girl to prove her individuality
by dressing EXACTLY LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. And for this reason
alone the whole Goth thing is:
a) not original
and:
b) not particularly interesting
Sorry.
But Sex with Lurch is, so check ‘em out at:
SPACELAND - Thursday, Sept 6th - 9PM
SWL is on the bill along with the crazy surf noize of Insect
Surfers, the always groovySpookie Pie and the wild rock and
roll of LoudBoy!
1717 Silverlake Blvd.
(3 blocks north of sunset ,7 lights North of the 101 Freeway)
Info: (213) 833 2843
www.sexwithlurchfanclub.com
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