ROCK & ROLL OVER

Every self-respecting Ramones fan has beheld Rock ’n’ Roll High School
countless times, but that didn’t keep ’em away last Friday from the Hollywood
Forever Cemetery — where Dee Dee’s buried and Johnny’s
got a statue — for a benefit screening organized by Johnny’s widow, Linda.
Famous fans and cast members spoke, including Marky Ramone, P.J. Soles,
Rodney Bingenheimer and Clint Howard (who noted he was proud to
appear in a film his more famous bro, Ron, was cut out of)! Vincent
Gallo rambled on, fittingly, like a lobotomy victim, and Rancid’s Lars
Fredrickson admitted to masturbating to Soles’ Riff Randell (he can’t be alone).
Also paying tribute: Rob Zombie, Chili Peps Flea and Anthony
Kiedis, Rose McGowan, Billy Zoom and Henry Rollins (who
we hear is writing the foreword to the autobiography Johnny left behind). Stephen
Hauptfuhr’s new Enter the Dragon night at Chinatown’s Mountain Bar
continued the celluloid theme later that night, with Atomica and Beautiful
Decay mags hosting DJs, bad karate-film projections and free massages — sans
happy ending.




UGGG!


Ever since campy cover boys Metal Skool moved up the Strip to The Roxy,
The Viper Room has struggled to find an equally heavyweight humdinger.
(And by the way, the Skool’s moving again, to The Key Club, beginning July
18.) Looks like Frankie & Tommy’s Social Club on Thursdays is the Viper’s
new monthly celeb slam-jam. Last week, nerdy hit-makers Maroon 5 held court
at a table while pals Palo Alto played, and a disheveled Bijou “I
consider myself one of the greatest dancers on the planet” Phillips shook
and shimmied so bizarrely she stole thunder from performing buddy Samantha
Ronson. Bombastic Bijou (who also claimed she started the Ugg-boot fad in
a recent interview) was joined by Jake Gyllenhaal, with squeeze Kirsten
Dunst in tow, for some over-the-top, meta-ironic, extremely white-boy booty-bumpin’
to “Bette Davis Eyes.” That was our cue to head for the hills — the Hollywood
Hills, that is, where Loose Tooth at Forbidden City took its decidedly
funkier first-night bite. Unfortunately, with guest list and set-time snafus (the
band She Wants Revenge went on two hours late), this one may have been
a little too loose.





TRENDY TIPSTERS / BROKE HIPSTERS



Speaking of The List, self-proclaimed clipboard bitch Clint Catalyst offered
helpful hints on how to get on it and what to do if you’re not, at last week’s
Skylight Books release party for Jennifer Blowdryer’s Good Advice
for Young Trendy People of All Ages. The event’s “hipster makeover panel”
also included Party Monster’s James St. James. We tried to put their
tips into action on Saturday at Shepard Fairey’s packed Subliminal Projects
gallery (above the Wiltern), where we took in works by rockin’ sureshot
Piper Ferguson, Devo’s Mark Mothersbaugh and the Weekly’s
own Cobrasnake showing pics of (surprise!) cute/drunk females — which were
a huge hit with the dudes. We did, however, overhear one amateur critic balk at
the prices: “For $150 each, they should come with the chick’s phone number!” Snap!


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