come on, cats are funny! and ever since my mom accidentally ran over mine, i’ve been going through severe kitty withdrawal. this image reminds me of the time when coupland [like douglas] got all jiggy with my olivia tremor control LPs.

press release

My Lovely Ones –

It’s an amazing coincidence that the Khyber knew I had nothing to do on Valentines Day. Come out on 2/14 and drink to your sorry single life, or relish in the joys of being on your own!

You know, whatever. Kind of like Her Jazz — it’s a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Post-punk, indie rock, jangle pop, disco mashups and
more with your host, me, Maria T.

If you’re in the mood for music, downstairs NYC’s Pleasure Club are playing. Pat Berkery of the Philadelphia Weekly says, “At Conshohocken’s Studio 4 in 1995, James Hall recorded the album that should have made him a star. Released by Geffen in the spring of ‘96, Pleasure Club found the Southern-bred Hall absolutely losing his shit over a tsunami of cock-rock scuzz, swishy glam, white-boy soul and punk-rock bloodlust. Radio programmers took their thumbs out of their asses long enough to scratch their heads and say, “I don’t get it.” And when the Geffen-Interscope merger commenced two years later, Hall was downsized right out the door. Hall now fronts a nattily attired quartet called Pleasure Club, whose self-released Here Comes the Trick picks up right where Pleasure Club, the album, left off. The band is aptly named, as promiscuity courses through every one of Hall’s utterances, be he chirping in falsetto on the Bowie-fronting-Afghan-Whigs thump of “Daze in Daze Out,” or snarling from the groin on the Stones-y title track. And if you’ve never seen the charismatically spastic Hall live, be careful not to trip over your jaw once it hits the floor.”

Also on the bill are 2 great local bands, Alkali Flats and The Nite Lights. If you haven’t checked them out before, what the hell are you waiting for?

The upstairs lounge is free, downstairs is not. Both spaces are 21+. 10PM and onward.

DJ area will double as a kissing booth, at the right price.

See you there.

i have been slack on the DJ front, my lovely ones.

it changes this week, well, at least on friday. i bet the khyber’s thanking their lucky stars that their resident DJ, moi, is a single gal. they’d be so screwed for valentines day!

yep, thats right, her jazz heads back to the khyber on 2/14. your usual dose of cranky pop tunes, dissonant disco and new-new wave that expired about fifteen minutes ago. perhaps i’ll be in a loving mood and let you request a tune. its free, like me.

true story: last winter i had to deal with the uncomfortable experience of a couple getting it on right in front of my eyes while djing. playing “oh bondage, up yours!” probably wasnt a good move on my behalf, it seemed to aid the folks [one of which plays in a notable rockband] in making them more, uh, feisty.

what im trying to say here is do not make out in front of the dj, especially if that dj is me.