Rolling on the Hooker Bus

One night at Rodmans

* * *

Saturday's Fast Times at the Space party was not actually hosted by Phoebe Cates; the Space Men were just lying. But there were plenty of Madonnabes in cut-off lace and prom dresses with bows and slutty Sunset Strip zebra skirts and Milli Vanilli(in "Choose Life" shirts and white mops on their heads) and a couple of guys in racquetball outfits and two ladies dressed in white Dynasty jumpsuits and a Pat Benatar and an unhappy businesswoman with one of those awful, fluffy bows at her throat and tennis shoes and socks under her suit for the commute. So that was all good then. The only problem is we're kind of getting sick of parties that consist of seeing a band in one room and then traveling into the other room to see a band, and then going back for a third. The Space has started hosting new bands instead of the same 10 Long Beach bands we've been seeing every week for seven years, and that's a huge improvement. But with such a fertile musical landscape as the '80s, couldn't we just for once have had a DJ and left it at that? Sweet Child O Mine, anyone? Please? A little King of Pop? (The Space did play canned '80s tunes for dancing—starting at 4 a.m. And the girls were still going, bless 'em.)

Two bands stood out: Super Big Knife have been together a couple of years but up until now as a side project for each of the trio (Mark Romans on drums and singers Merrilee and Miss O on guitar and bass, respectively). Now, though, it's starting to become more of a main gig. "People keep inviting us places," baby-voiced Merrilee said, "'cause I guess they like us!" Well, duh! Not only were they shredding and rocking way better than girl groups like The Donnas and singing bad-girl things, but O has a tendency to pull up her miniskirt and show her lace-encased butt for a long, hot summer of a moment.

And Maxeen, whom we'd written off last time we saw them as cute little boys whose music we couldn't remember, looked much less like The Police this time but sounded much more like them—the hard, early Police, not the moony, ballady, Jaguar-shilling ones.

Oh, my God! I'm 30! CommieGirl99@hotmail.com.
« Previous Page
 |
 
1
 
2
 
All
 
My Voice Nation Help
0 comments
Sort: Newest | Oldest
 
Anaheim Concert Tickets
Loading...