1. The Masque
The last vestiges of the Masque, L.A.s seminal punk-rock club, founded by Brendan Mullen, were about to be painted over to the surprise of many who crowded a-gawking into the labyrinthine basement of the Hollywood Center Building, amazed to discover that the graffiti-inscribed walls had survived 19 years unchanged. Battered punk survivors of the Hollywood Class of 77, catching a final glimpse, mingled with a surprisingly young contingent of post-slacker-era lookie-loos paying tribute to the sepulchral clubrehearsal spacecrash padhangout that ignited L.A.s version of the last great pre-cyber, pre-MTV international underground youth movement. Such is the mystique of the Masque, which ruled for six months through the beginning of 78, that if all the people who claim they were there had really been there, they would have filled the Palladium.
The Low Life, June 21, 1996
We decamped and went to the Starwood to see Stiv Bators & The Deadboys, who were great, and Geza X, whom we missed. The Starwood was really jumping. Milling around in the parking lot were hundreds of kids, and upstairs in the "chic" balcony were the likes of Jimmy and Clem from Blondie, Great Buildings bassist Ian Ainsworth, and the illustrious Kim Fowley, towering imposingly over everyones heads. Checked out the disco, and Rodney was surrounded by a gaggle of giggling girls and spinning the new Industrials album. In the meantime, drama was running high backstage when Bebe Buell, Stivs old squeeze, on the arm of another man and looking kinda frumpy in a black peasant dress à la Joan Baez, was trying to get her honey back, but Stiv didnt seem too amused . . . better luck next time Beeb . . .
L.A. Dee Da, September 5, 1980
Up the Anti: Talk about credentials. Its no wonder the Anti-Club has become the most adventurous and popular "new" venue in town. There are not one but three impresarios responsible: Theres Jack Marquette, whose previous credits include that infamous early-80s downtown art bar called the Brave Dog . . . Theres Russell Jessum, who helped begin the whole scene at the Anti-Club when it was still a mariachi bar six years ago . . . And theres Jim Van Tyne, whose monthly "Theoretical" parties at changing venues around the city have won him an absolutely loyal following of partiers and performers . . .
Getting There column, February 15, 1985
4. Als Bar
The music party is over at Als Bar. The clubs police permit for live music expired and hasnt been renewed, partly due to the whining and bitching of irate neighbors who couldnt possibly tolerate any noise invading their illegal but sanctified "creation" spaces. An interesting comment on the situation was the blue line an anonymous artist drew down the street, dividing it into "art" and "life" segments. Even though Als tried to test the situation by having Jerry Sikorski play last weekend, six plainclothesmen showed up and the music was stopped. We hope Als owner, Mark Kreisel, can solve the bars music problems soon. The place may not be that big in size, but in terms of giving new bands the needed room to expand and experiment, its essential. Meanwhile, a quiet Als remains open for non-musical business.
L.A. Dee Da, August 20, 1982
(Craig Lee, Pleasant Gehman,
Bruce D. Rhodewalt and Marci Marks)
The biggest deal this week was the phenomenal success of Theoretical last Sunday. This afternoon party/show (at a secret leather-bar location described by its owner Michael as "left on Hoover, right into your life") featured the best set weve ever seen Red Wedding do . . . Also appearing were Age of Consent, who drew howls of recognition from the audience, and the Hesitations, a sweetly cracked duo made up of Priscilla B. and Mary Mullen . . . The intense energy of the place rivalled the best nights at the Masque, Hong Kong or Brave Dog. Fuck those auditoriums, theaters and bowls; its the hot, smoky hole-in-the-wall gigs that are still the best . . .