Photo by Jeff "Turbo" Corrigan.
Let's be real with each other, San Diego. Is there anything more annoying in a club than a bachelorette party? Sure, there's the ubiquitous creepy old dude and fashion faux pas, but I've been waiting for years for local clubs to finally say something like, “OK, along with flip-flops, baseball caps and anything Ed Hardy-related, we're barring entry to anyone wearing a tiara and drinking out of a penis sippy-cup.” The latest victims of the feather-boa mafia? A crowd of otherwise acceptably late hipsters who had to wait outside while Los Angeles DJ Them Jeans played a house-burning secret set at U-31 on Saturday night. Here's an idea, ladies: Spring for a suite at the Golden Nugget and take your table-dancing to Vegas where it belongs. Or, at least, to Hillcrest.
As we reported in last week's issue, musician Erick Wales has been missing since April 19. His car was found in Barrio Logan on April 24 but subsequent searches of the area didn't produce many clues. Now, according to a post on the website devoted to finding Wales (www.finderickwales.com), his parents believe his disappearance may have been a personal choice and may not involve foul play. “We're beginning to realize that you have made the choice to walk away for a while,” reads the post. “We don't fully understand the way you've chosen to do it but we have vigorously pursued every lead to find out if you are still OK. It's not illegal to step away like you have done. We are only looking for everyone's heart to be set at ease.”
Transfer drummer Mike Cooper has announced that he's leaving the popular rock band to focus on his new band, Hyena. “Long story short is I love those guys like brothers so the decision was terribly hard,” says Cooper via e-mail. “I've put my heart and soul into the last four years, three records and countless tours but I've become so busy with Hyena and my sessions at Capricorn Studios that I knew at a certain point I'd have to choose one or the other.” Transfer frontman Matt Molarius says the band will continue with a new drummer but didn't divulge by press time who that would be.
Indie rockers Circa Now will celebrate the release of their new LP, Hotter Than a Pistol, at a unique show on the rooftop of the Tenth Avenue Theatre in East Village (930 10th Ave.). Scarlet Symphony and DJ Morgan Young will also perform. Tickets must be bought at Circa Now's MySpace site (www.myspace.com/circanow05).
The Enrique Experience
The Mayans were wrong. The world actually started dying on May 31, 2006—the day a little television show called The Hills made its debut on MTV. Six seasons of “unscripted” drama later, Andy Warhol's 15-minutes-of-fame prophecy has come true for a brood insta-lebrities such as Kristin Cavallari, Justin-Bobby and America's favorite resin fembot, Heidi Montag.
Wanting a piece of the action, CityBeat caught up with Stephanie Pratt during her Saturday-night appearance at Downtown hotspot Stingaree. Not as douchie as one might perceive and quite stunning in person, Pratt talked bunnies, mud wrestling and hot-ticket Halloween costumes.
Enrique: What's it like being a role model?
Pratt: Um, it's hard, but it's exciting and there's a lot of love that really gets me through the day, you know? Like, I try not to concentrate on the mean people, and little kids are like: “You inspire me!” And that's what keeps me going every single day and [motivates me] to make the right decisions.
What's better, being young, skinny or rich?
Any of those? I think being happy. I really think that you are pretty when you are happy inside.
You recently bared all for PETA's “Be Nice to Bunnies” cruelty-free shopping app. What's your favorite bunny memory?
I had two pet bunnies when I was younger, and I used to dress them up in baby clothes. My mom was like, “That is wrong, Stephanie,” and I was like, “Really? My pajamas don't look good on my bunny?”
Who do you think would win in a mud-wrestling match, Audrina or Snooki?
I don't know, Audrina is pretty nice. She'd probably just be like, “I'll just let you win. Handshake?”
Halloween insiders are predicting that along with the new Freddy Krueger, the Heidi Montag look is going to be huge this year. Thoughts?
Wow—I can't believe people are already thinking about Halloween. It's not even summer. Wow.
It'll be huge in West Hollywood.
Our semi-regular look at the local DJ and electronic scene.
Artist: Miss Toats (aka Alicia Martinez).
Origins: Like a good 3 a.m. infomercial, Miss Toats lives her life by heartfelt mottos. The latest one? “A well-behaved woman never made history.” Reminiscing about 91X-fueled rides to school, she cites the station's morning programming as her musical awakening. A short stint as a SOMA chick followed.
“I used to wear cargo pants,” she reluctantly admits. Later, a chance meeting with DJ Saul Q sealed the deal. “He's like the electro mayor of San Diego. I admire the fact that he stays current on his music, not to mention his sexy salt-and-pepper beard,” confesses the twiggy beat mistress, who claims to have done a stint as a Vegas showgirl at age 8.
Sound: Call her a born-again Mexican. Not having experienced a typical Latino upbringing, she's recently rediscovered her roots by experimenting with Mexi-fied beats.
“I didn't grow up Mexican at all. My dad didn't speak Spanish, and I never got a feel for the Mexican lifestyle,” she says. “Now, I find myself surrounded by Mexicans, and I'm embracing that part of me that I didn't even know was there.” Though not every night's a quinceñera. Her sets run the gamut from disco Dutch to a world-beat-infused genre she describes as “global-warming house.” As for the sausage fest that is the local DJ panorama, she takes it in stride. “That's everywhere, but if you're good, you're good; if you're average, you're average—regardless if you're a boy, girl or tranny.”
Stats: Having played everywhere from Paris' Le Showcase to L.A.'s The Echo, she's recently gigged at U-31, Voyeur and El Dorado. Next up? A May 21 billing alongside Harvard Bass at Tijuana's La Sexta House of Music. “TJ is like San Diego's Europe. People there don't go out to have their picture taken or be part of a scene,” Toats says. “They just lose themselves in the music and let go. Granted, some of it is the drugs, but still.”