A couple Monday nights ago,
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I was in the smoking lounge at Spaceland, angling only for a solitary drink. I quickly found myself joining some loopy bottle brunette in taunting another guy, who was attempting to read Somerset Maughams Of Human Bondage.
I never got either of their names. Downstairs, the Lovemakers were performing (breakout shovels at the ready), before clearing the stage for a secret midnight set by Goldie Lookin Chain. Theyre a new buzz band out of SXSW a Welsh eight-piece hip-hop collective who present a mash-up of Beastie Boys on nitrous with The Full Monty
(Part 2?). Between the Bondage
and the bands, I cant think of another rock club in L.A. where Id experience anything like that.
Traditionally, Monday-night slots are a consolation prize for bands. At Spaceland, theyre the brass ring. Over the clubs 10-year history an anniversary marked with a series of special shows in March no-cover Mondays have become a vital proving ground, especially for bands with monthlong Monday-night residencies, including Beachwood Sparks, Stew, Tsar, Giant Drag, Midnight Movies and Moving Units, among others.
But its not the dressed-down A&R reps who make Mondays special at Spaceland. The showcase night has long been an unofficial meeting place for bargain-minded Eastsiders who come expecting to be unimpressed but, for the price of a $2 beer, are willing to be wowed. Monday has become the soul of Spaceland and a useful model thats spread to clubs across the city (see sidebar).
But the spirit of Spaceland is not as easily duplicated. Even on a weekend night when the crowd might skew older, or sexier if you were blindfolded, kidnapped and dropped here, youd have a hard time guessing that you were in the fake-tits capital of the universe. Which gives me a sobering thought: Could Spaceland now be L.A.s best club?
Ten years ago, that would have seemed unimaginable. Housed in a crumbling, Regal Beagleish bar with spongy floors, 80s furniture and an indifferent jukebox, Spaceland didnt have bad style it had no style. In comparison to its scant Eastside competition Jabberjaw, the Onyx and Fuzzyland Spaceland didnt even seem to be trying.
Spacelands owner, Mitchell Frank, has a similar manner. Back in 1996, the L.A. Times
dubbed him the Mayor of Silver Lake. Now in his 40s, Frank seems more modest about his accomplishments: Im an idiot is his answer when asked why the club is still in the same place, doing essentially the same thing, 10 years on. Bookish and suburbanite (though a native Angeleno), Frank may be many things but he will never be a Rodney Bingenheimer, a Lou Adler, or even a Brendan Mullen. Promoter, yes. Businessman, sure. Impresario . . . not so much. Good or bad, there will never be a cult of personality around Frank, which may be why he has as many critics as admirers.
Or maybe its because he pied-pipered the hipsters into a neighborhood that once had more purist bohemian pretensions. True, Spaceland itself has changed very little over the years (relocated stage, better sound system, a funky space-age lounge theme in the backroom though the bar business is still owned by the Wolfram family, not Frank). Still, nothing is more emblematic of how Silver Lake has changed from an artfully ramshackle enclave to the subject of Toyota ad campaigns.
Frank says his main objective with the club was to create a sense of community in Silver Lake. But its a double-edged sword people are elated and pissed off at the same time.
I think theres a lot of resentment from people who remember Mitchell from before he was successful, and think they should have a piece of that success, says Melanie Tusquellas, a former collaborator of Franks, and a co-owner of the Edendale Grill. Spaceland put Silver Lake on the map for the music business, she says pointedly, quickly adding, I think Spaceland has a bigger name than Mitchell himself.
True and fair enough, since Frank didnt do it alone. For the past four years, Spacelands principal booker has been Jennifer Tefft, whos got a tough-cookie rep, to put it delicately. Im not afraid to say whats on my mind, and I like being direct, Tefft says after several minutes of happy happy joy joy. I think you can be tough and still love music.
Frank is more candid. We play good cop/bad cop. I like to have strong women around me.
He always has, including Liz Garo (who started at Spaceland in the 90s, moved to the Knitting Factory and HBO, then returned to book Spacelands sister club, the Echo) and Tusquellas, both of whom share credit for first introducing touring acts to Spaceland. (Disclosure: Tusquellas was my fiancée at the time.) And then theres Franks first partner, Nancy Whalen, who ran the club Pan with him at the same bar, a year prior to Spacelands inauguration.
(Accounts of Pans rise and fall are as varied as the Gospels, but none of them ends particularly nicely.)
Since then, Frank has been accused of other club-owner crimes: underpaying artists and, more recently, turning his back on the local scene. The former, whether once true or not, is a charge as common to promoters as chlamydia to college dorms. The latter may be true in some sense; at the same time, Spacelands rising national (and international) stature has been a boon to local bands of a certain level, and Monday is probably the best-attended new-artist night in the city. Interestingly, Spaceland has a copacetic relationship with its closest competitor, the Fold, run by Scott Sterling (who brings his club to Silver Lake Lounge, Tangier, El Cid and Hollywoods King King). I think we both benefit from each other, Sterling says. The promoters often share bands.
Spaceland Productions is constantly expanding, now booking the Echo and the forthcoming X-Plex (both co-owned by Frank and Garo), as well as the Barnsdall Art Park Theater. They also turned the Henry Fonda Theater into a consistent music venue, only to lose their contract recently. (Thats what happens when you get a place popular, Frank says with a rare tinge of bitterness.) Spaceland will now move its large-capacity business down the street to the Vanguard. Frank sees this expansionism as a way to take a local band and really give them some attention, but its also really the only way to build his business, since Spacelands capacity is 260.
And the club? Referencing the 96 Times
article, Frank says, If we were to really set Silver Lake on fire, we probably wouldnt be here anymore. When $200,000 houses turn into $2 million houses, the buyers of these houses dont want the most popular club in the neighborhood down the street from them. Its stopped us trying to have sellout nights every night of the week.
Considering the list of artists whove headlined Spaceland (Elliott Smith, Pavement, Mudhoney, Guided by Voices, White Stripes, the Killers, the Shins), done secret shows (Foo Fighters, Weezer, Ween, Zwan, Arthur Lee & Love), or been nurtured by the club (Beck, Ozomatli, Possum Dixon, Jurassic 5), it would seem that Spacelands biggest threat is its own success.
Do I think Spaceland will be there for the next 10 years? Will the neighbors let it? Good question.
Thanks to Spaceland and copycats, Monday's the new Friday
The Cheap Drunk's Guide to Free L.A. Rock
MONDAYS: The Fold at the Silverlake Lounge hosts
monthly residencies, $3 beer (April: Depression Party). Same residency-type
deal at The Echo (April: Viva K). Indie 103.1 FM
presents Check . . . One Two at
The Viper Room: tonsa local bands and a drink ticket for
$8 (which supposedly equals a net loss of $1).
TUESDAYS: Lovedrug brings Brit-rock-styled DJs and monthly residencies
to The Derby, $2 beer (April: Mojo Filters). Ruby Tuesday at the
Key Club (co-sponsored by Indie 103.1): Indie rock all ages night (no drink
minimum) featuring live bands.
WEDNESDAYS: Star Shoes presents Radio: DJs and (sometimes)
bands. Moscow at Boardners features electro/indie
hipster shit DJs and bands. Free
THURSDAYS: Kibitz Room: month and half-month residencies (April:
The King Cheetah, et al.).