After heading over to Drunk and Horny with our friend Kitty on Saturday night to wish Big Red a happy birthday, the boyfriend and I grabbed a cab over to Club 222 to check out their new Saturday night house party, Collide. Though I didn't run into the folks I had been expecting to see there, we nonetheless had a very relaxing couple of drinks while bobbing our heads to some nice deep house, and got to check out a live performance of sorts.
Club 222 is fast becoming one of my favorite haunts in San Francisco. I love the literal underground atmosphere of the dancefloor, where my mind often wonders about what went on down there in Club 222's former incarnation as The Blackhawk jazz club. Though outside Hyde Street presents one of the more dismal urban landscapes San Francisco has to offer, what with the homeless flea market, the shootings up the street at the convenience store, and the occasional bottle tossed in your direction from the building next to the club, inside Club 222 offers just about everything you could want in a hipster dive, from moody lighting to Pilsner Urquell tall boys, from handmade pizza for $5 to 25-year-old top shelf scotch for those moments when you feel particularly ebullient.
When it comes to party programming, Club 222 is fast distinguishing itself as one of the most progressive smaller dance clubs, hosting events including Garth and Jeno's monthly back-to-back session, the scenesterrific Lights Down Low, and Techno Tuesdays with its rotating line-up from various local techno collectives. It has a small capacity, and I've seen fifty people make it seem crowded, but I really appreciate the intimate, laid-back vibe of the space.
I heard about Collide from one of the promoters, Jose Mineros of Fag Fridays, so on Saturday I thought I'd stop by to say hi, have a drink and check out the scene. Thought I didn't run into Jose, the boyfriend and I did park ourselves on seats next to the dancefloor and had a very relaxing couple of drinks. The first DJ was a woman (unfortunately I didn't see the DJ names posted anywhere) who played a very smooth set of deep house, and the boyfriend and I both remarked on how long it had been since we had heard a purely house set, and how pleasant this one was. We hung out through a performance of someone on a bass guitar accompanying the DJ with very effected beats, and then into the beginning of the third DJ, a serious-looking guy in a hat. When we first arrived around 10 there were about a dozen people on the dancefloor, which ebbed down to one or two during the performance, with a very substantial influx of folks into the club around midnight. It was a small, pretty casual scene, but after so many recent events that required the expenditure of serious scene points, I really enjoyed being able to just hang out, have a couple drinks, and enjoy some good house music that substantially re-set both mine and the boyfriend's mood. I would definitely recommend checking it out for that night when you want solid music and a laid-back vibe among like-minded folks.
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Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Club Review: 1015 Folsom
For those in the club scene there’s a saying: friends don’t let friends go to 1015. Expensive drinks, surly security, and a general thuggish atmosphere have all dragged down what is certainly one of the best-appointed clubs in all of San Francisco.
Back before the club crackdown of 2000 1015 was San Francisco’s major dance venue, but a series of events led to a threat by the police to close the place down. In response the club management installed security cameras and instituted one of the most oppressive security regimes ever – I’ve never been patted down like I was patted down there, complete with thumbs around the inside of my waistband. Going to 1015 was like entering a Federal building, and as a result most of the underground club kids began to shun it. Those who did show up were largely the bridge-and-tunnel crowd, and members of Asian gangs who used it as their own personal clubhouse.
Around 2004 the club hired Lorin Ashton (Bassnectar) as General Manager. Before he broke into breaks Lorin had been a psytrance DJ, and under his management the club began to book in acts like Infected Mushroom. This brought some of the underground kids back into the club, and on that particular night the security consisted of the door guy essentially waving his hands over me. Then, in Feburary of 2005, during a performance by Paul Van Dyk, one of those Asian mobsters decided to settle a score and gunned down his victim in the downstairs dance floor. For that night there had been special VIP entrance that allowed you to go straight in without a pat-down, which meant if you wanted to carry a weapon, all you had to do was pay a little more.
Following that incident the security cracked down again, and though 1015 continues to be one of the few places that can book in the big names, there aren’t many dedicated clubbers who are willing to deal with the club’s overall bad vibes to see them. Fridays seem to be the best nights, with various monthly parties, but all Saturday night parties as of this writing are "strict dress code enforced," which is exactly what I'm into. If you want a night of security goons, overpriced drinks, girls in cocktail dresses, guys in button-up shirts wearing too much cologne, and thugs, then 1015 is the place for you. Otherwise, wait until the same big-name DJ comes to Ruby Skye.
Back before the club crackdown of 2000 1015 was San Francisco’s major dance venue, but a series of events led to a threat by the police to close the place down. In response the club management installed security cameras and instituted one of the most oppressive security regimes ever – I’ve never been patted down like I was patted down there, complete with thumbs around the inside of my waistband. Going to 1015 was like entering a Federal building, and as a result most of the underground club kids began to shun it. Those who did show up were largely the bridge-and-tunnel crowd, and members of Asian gangs who used it as their own personal clubhouse.
Around 2004 the club hired Lorin Ashton (Bassnectar) as General Manager. Before he broke into breaks Lorin had been a psytrance DJ, and under his management the club began to book in acts like Infected Mushroom. This brought some of the underground kids back into the club, and on that particular night the security consisted of the door guy essentially waving his hands over me. Then, in Feburary of 2005, during a performance by Paul Van Dyk, one of those Asian mobsters decided to settle a score and gunned down his victim in the downstairs dance floor. For that night there had been special VIP entrance that allowed you to go straight in without a pat-down, which meant if you wanted to carry a weapon, all you had to do was pay a little more.
Following that incident the security cracked down again, and though 1015 continues to be one of the few places that can book in the big names, there aren’t many dedicated clubbers who are willing to deal with the club’s overall bad vibes to see them. Fridays seem to be the best nights, with various monthly parties, but all Saturday night parties as of this writing are "strict dress code enforced," which is exactly what I'm into. If you want a night of security goons, overpriced drinks, girls in cocktail dresses, guys in button-up shirts wearing too much cologne, and thugs, then 1015 is the place for you. Otherwise, wait until the same big-name DJ comes to Ruby Skye.
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