Here’s a no-brainer: The radio situation here in the PHX sucks a fat one. Between annoying adverts for overpriced car stereos and overplayed earworms like “Hey There Delilah,” we’d rather spend our drive time listening to static instead of another insipid 20-minute mix. If only those wastes of airtime had…
Over the past year, the Goat Head Saloon, 1423 South Country Club Drive in Mesa, has given groovy types around the PHX a place to trip out and chillax to the kind sounds of local jam bands and other irie musicians. And now, the Mesa jam shack will be taking…
Normally, we avoid pimping our company’s shit in this column (so as to avoid becoming soulless corporate shills and all), but we figured y’all would let us slide on plugging our annual Ultra DJ Spin Off on Friday, February 15, at Myst, 7340 East Shoeman Lane in Scottsdale. A half-dozen…
If you asked us to name mankind’s greatest achievement over the past 100 years or so, it isn’t anything as boring as say, penicillin, television, the Internet, or even the airplane. Not even close. In our humble opinion, it’s beer pong. No shit. Sure, landing on the moon or harnessing…
No two ways about it, pal, you screwed the pooch. Bigtime. Your forgetful ass was too busy watching Survivor and Lipstick Jungle to recall that Valentine’s Day was yesterday, fool. Though the situation ain’t as bad as that one V-Day when you proposed a visit to the local swingers’ club,…
THURSDAY 14 Axis/Radius: Crystal Thursdays Ladies Night (Top 40, rock, dance) The Blooze Bar: DJ El Dedo (rockabilly) Bunkhouse: DJ Doom (dance) Casey Jones: Da Gutter Thursdays with DJ Soulman (hip-hop, Top 40) Club Red: The Blunt Club with DJ Rhettmatic, Pickster Uno, DJ Element, Emerg McVay, Dumperfoo, & more (hip-hop,…
To hell with Victoria Beckham, Melanie Brown, and the other aging Spice Girls and their so-called reunion. We’ve found a better outlet to get overloaded with girl power — Platform Wednesdays, a hump-day hootenanny and “queer dance party” that goes down at E-Lounge, 4343 North Seventh Avenue. Every week, smokin’…
Vice — The Party Feb. 1, 2008 Venue of Scottsdale THE RED CARPET: The folks behind Vice — The Party were promising that a pretty hefty slate of superstars would be attending their sexy shindig. The one-page press release boasted a beaucoup bunch of celebs that would supposedly be walking…
“The Fresh Prince” himself, Will Smith, is rumored to be coming to P-town for the big game. Same with George Clooney, Vince Vaughn, and numerous other glitterati who’ll jet into the Valley sometime during the next 72 hours to partake in the non-stop partying going down in honor of Super…
While it might be a little chilly outside this weekend, with nighttime temperatures dipping into the 40s, local beat-slinger extraordinaire DJ Spyder and a crew of torrid turntablists are gonna be heating things up on Saturday, January 26, at Inferno, a new monthly dance night at Chasers, 8005 East Roosevelt…
Interviewing Peter Mayhew can be a little intimidating. Putting aside the fact that the daunting, 7-foot-2 British-born actor has already been asked every question in the galaxy about what it was like to portray the fierce-yet-fuzzy Chewbacca in four of the six films in the Star Wars cycle, it probably…
Don’t know if you’re down with the latest 411, but Emerg McVay and the rest of the Blunt Club crew have ditched their longtime digs at Hollywood Alley in Mesa and set up their weekly hip-hop shop at a new location, namely Club Red, 2155 East University Drive in Tempe…
Andrea Beesley-Brown ain’t crazy about going to the gym. Ask the affable 28-year-old why, and she rattles off some fairly standard anti-fitness excuses: lack of motivation, tedious workout regimens, and those dang perplexing exercise machines. “I’ve never quite figured out how to use a lot of those beasts,” Beesley-Brown says…
The DJ scene around the ’Nix is quite tumultuous. Turntablists have a habit of changing up their weekly nights more often than Lindsay Lohan changes boyfriends. You know the drill: Your favorite jocks will be working the stage at a chic Scottsdale danceteria one week, only to replace it with…
Until recently, the dance floor at the opulent-yet-ookie nightspot Palazzo, 710 North Central Avenue, was solely the domain of the gothy boys and ghouls who turned out on Fridays in droves for Tranzylvania, where they’d thrash about until the wee hours to murky darkwave and nihilistic anthems. But now these…
The turntablists are definitely gonna be out in force on Monday, December 31 (a.k.a. New Year’s Eve), as nearly every DJ worth his or her weight in used vinyl has some sort of wax-working session planned for Auld Lang Syne. But if you can’t get into any of the bigger…
As the waning days of 2007 tick away like Vicodins down the gullet of some rehab-bound starlet, so do your final chances of being bad. See, you’ve finally decided to cut the bullshit, buckle down, and stick to those troublesome New Year’s resolutions you’ve blown off year after year. Which…
If Christmas carols have taught us anything, it’s that Santa Claus is a fat, old, reclusive voyeur who’s constantly peeping into everyone’s private life from atop the Arctic. Not to slander the good name of jolly old Saint Nick, but consider the lyrics to that Yuletide standard “Santa Claus Is…
Agoraphobes dread going outside. Dentophobics haven’t had a teeth cleaning in years, and sufferers of lachanophobia are deathly afraid of vegetables. As for us, we’re terrified of something so strange that the headshrinkers haven’t yet created a catchy term to describe it: hideous Christmastime sweaters. Crack wise if you must,…
There’s a slew of reasons we dig Al Page. Not only does the laid-back DJ and promoter have one of the most fly Afros in all of P-Town, but he also busts much ass on both the record decks and behind the scenes at the Hidden House, 607 West Osborn…
As the waning days of 2007 tick away like Vicodins down the gullet of some rehab-bound starlet, so do your final chances of being bad. See, you’ve finally decided to cut the bullshit, buckle down, and stick to those troublesome New Year’s resolutions you’ve blown off year after year. Which…
Conjuring up a cool-sounding name for your record-spinning gig ain’t the easiest thing. It’s gotta be catchy and clever enough to draw in the hipsters, without seeming too hokey. Such is the struggle for Fatigo vocalist/guitarist Mike Montoya and Shizz scenester DJ mig50, who’ve yet to create a moniker for…
