Barry Manilow, 1978

I tend to forget that the height of the disco era was also that of the singer/songwriter. (Ok, that’s not true. Just trying to figure out how to fit Barry Manilow in here, although ALL of Barry’s ensembles would be more than fit for the disco.) Sinatra knew and said in the 70’s that Barry would be “next.” I’ll give you one of the best Manilow clips I’ve found, after watching about a hundred this week in preparation for his mini-tour. It was 1978 at the Greek Theater in L.A., outdoors, during a hot summer. Barry played there for two weeks; one evening was televised by the young HBO, setting the stage for everyone else, from Springsteen to Madonna. Check this:

In 1978,there were only three networks – ABC, CBS, and NBC. HBO was new on the scene and wanted to rock the boat…and asked Barry Manilow to do the rocking. It was their first big music special, and they gambled on Barry. With a two-hour Manilow concert at The Greek Theater, HBO rocked. Everyone watched. And we mean everyone. So many that the networks felt a dip in their ratings and the first hint of what cable TV would do to their viewership.

God, I feel my blood flow too, Barry. The whole last verse and chorus with your classic key change completely sends me over the edge. Practically holding my breath to see you in person. When will this strong yearning end? December 6, 2012, that’s when. See you in San Jose, my darling.

-Spectre of the Rose

Bring it, Grimes.

Is Grimes intentionally voguing in the beginning of this video, or is she just “clearing the cobwebs”? Katzendame’s opinion is pulling taffy/clearing cobwebs, which is supported by Grimes having performed in near-complete darkness at her show on 10/15/12 at Doug Fir (so frustrating. I mean, you can tell that unicorns fly out of her eyeballs at every show, but one could not see this. One could barely see anything. Come ON, Grimes!!)

I think she’s voguing on purpose, with what we could call cobweb style. Girl got her hand on her hip & she WORKIN’ that playa! Also workin’ her pointer finger with some waack skills. K points out that maybe she hangs out at Canadian gay cubs; who knows? And kudos to L.A. rapper/exotic dancer Brooke Candy for the classic face-fanning and head-tossing.

Yes, this video is ridiculous and indulgent (superb song though), but as Katzendame so kindly put it, “Grimes is probably just trying to be inclusive.” (Haha! Always the diplomat.)

Grimes: Genesis (directed by Grimes)

-Spectre of the Rose

Proletariat Review: Hunee at The Rose

Posting soundtrack: “Flammable” set by Seattle deep house dj Justin Collins.
Sparkler: Gruet Blanc de Noirs A

EVENT: Hunee (Berlin), Miracles Club (DJ set, PDX), Lincolnup and Spencer D (PDX crews)
Sneakers or heels night: HEELS!

Spectre of the Rose and Katzendame (collectively: “we,” the people) had another wildly successful night of dancing at this important disco evening with a killer lineup. The last few weeks have been full of amazing dance gigs and 10/12 was another milestone in a positively magical month. We were glad to arrive on time, to see Lincolnup’s set. We could/should have a separate lengthy post about our fandom of Lincolnup, Ben Tactic and their Bubblin’ productions, but we’ll just state here that we’ve been their fans for years. During Lincoln’s sets, we’re always primed for the intense, psychedelic moments he crafts, in which everything hangs over a precipice for a long while before gracefully returning to the house in prodigal dance fashion. To us, he’s already legendary.

After L^, we became complete novice reporters by not finding out if it was Spencer D or The Miracles Club dj (Rafael Fauria?) who spun next. Someone will have to enlighten us. This set made Spectre of the Rose lose a few marbles with vocal samples that moaned “H-H-H-H-H-HOUSE,” in a multitude of rhythms and screwed-up pitches. Then, “V-V-V-V-VOGUE-IT–WORK. VOGUE. VOGUE FEMME,” seemingly from the throats of giant Jersey queens on queludes, (as twisted artist French Fries so liberally torments). Jesus, that stuff just makes us go bananas. Anytime the commands “house,” “vogue,” or “work” are incorporated into a track with such expertise, it’s like you just got served a piece of fuckin’ Tyra Mail, and you’d better bring it. This set was seriously housey and got plenty nasty with some violent vogue-battle tracks – old to East Coast veterans but fairly new to us (although Katzendame regularly dolls up to Masters at Work before heading out). Sorry we’re not sure exactly who brought on that tempest – who is this man below?

bad-ass house set at The Rose by this Ecstasy dj

Ben or Lincoln can tell us, or dj Mercedes, also up in the house (and when you see her gettin’ her solid grooves on right up front, you KNOW you’re in the right place for house music. Oh, and btw, pics of all revelers are posted here…first time we’ve seen that website.)

And then it was Hunee – no mistaking the seriously old-school disco, our bread and butter. He must have crates upon crates of obscure records from the year 1979 alone. Not being of age to go to a club until the early 90’s, we DREAMT of boogie night like this as children / tweens. (although poor Spectre of the Rose only had a tiny, literal yurt of a disco nearby anyway, where Bigfoot allegedly lurked.) The bonuses of having Hunee as our real-life disco dj in 2012 are the twisted, sparse breaks that venture into dark, unfamiliar corners and make you feel like you’re strung out late-night, trying to get a hold of yourself in a bathroom stall for a while before coming back to the dance floor (check out this brand of illness that starts at minute 24 of this live mix,). We’re pros; we can take it and come right back for more.

Shout out to Cock Block at Groove Suite; we’re sure it was a proper party as well!

New friends:
Jess and Rachelle, parents of two, effortlessly dressed in a burgundy velvet suit and a black leather corset, celebrating their marriage – word up, you glamorous and romantic minxes.
Super-tall, fair British guy with the Johnny Ramone hair, totally getting it and gettin’ down; thank you for dancing with us, with realness!

Bonus item: A pack of cute young freaks making use of the generous space early on, unabashedly high as kites, dancing like they were on fire and asking us if we could celebrate “sparkles”. Hahaha! The girl in the superhero leotard had great rhythm. Work it out, y’all! Also, chattin’ with Krueger from Philly, who had just played Holocene the evening prior, with Ben Tactic. He extended his stay in PDX just ‘cause he likes it here. Full support from The Proletariat for sweet moves such as this.

-Spectre of the Rose, toujours avec Katzendame

Spectre of the Rose at a discotheque

Lieut. Spectre of the Rose reporting for duty