JPhlip, betches.

One of my great goals in life is to become less of a spaz. But I’ll have to get to that later, because it’s not going to happen tonight, when JPhlip drops the bomb on Groove Suite, along with local babes Miss Vixen and The Perfect Cyn. As DJ Mercedes so aptly summed-up on Groove Suite’s Facebook event page for this Cockblock gig, “Duh!”

Cockblock, Groove Suite’s monthly female deejay extravaganza, is always a righteous dance party (and the comments on the facebook invites are always f*cking hysterical), but this evening with JPhlip of dirtybird records is a particular no-brainer. Last year, when she played the same venue, same chick party, same time of year, I thought I was at full tilt at one point – sweating, dancing in rapture, dancing like crazy, having my huge JPhlip appreciation moment, sucking wind. THEN, on the perfect beat, she seamlessly dropped a track that absolutely put me over the edge (there are often screams involved when this happens; it’s embarrassing). It was Yo Vogue by French Fries, hot off the dirtybird press. Of COURSE she would do us this terrifying and life-changing service. I will never forget that club moment among all my clubbing days. I went mental. It was thoroughly of-the-moment yet sneaky, brutally bitchy yet cockblock-festive, and sick-making. It was a zeitgeist.

JPhlip, we will love you forever, betch. I put your “elevator” track from “Tick, Tick, BOOM!” on my outgoing voicemail message a year ago and I don’t forsee ever removing it. It gets the people GOIN’!

BTW Cyn was fabulous at the same venue on Halloween weekend as well; that set was recorded by (the venerable) alga rhythms. Free download at this soundcloud link – WERK.

Don’t take for granted JPhlip’s Portland visit and the mad underground sound system at Groove Suite. Duh! See you there, sluts. TONIGHT.

phlip it

sick-making

Yours always,
-Spectre of the Rose

P.S. The Saturday after last year’s JPhlip appearance, Katzendame texted me around brunchtime, “Have you got money for my champagne, bitch?” Hahahaaa!! FACE!

Egyptian Lover NYE 2013

Wondering what to do this New Year’s Eve? Look no further than this gorgeous dance party extravaganza at YU in SE Portland. Check out the details and buy tickets here:

Totally bitchin’ event page for Egyptian Lover

Spectre of The Rose and I both have an enduring interest in ancient Egypt, so you know we were absolutely thrilled to learn of this event. Plus, we like to dance and we love all Egyptian Lovers and Tutters and their ilk.

Most importantly, this event features the one and onlyp Legendary Egyptian Loverp himself!!!

Learn it.

Egyptian costume

Spectre of The Rose or Cleopatra?

In fact, Katzendame happened to be watching The Mystery of The Cocaine Mummy * about an Egyptian mummy that tested positive for cocaine and nicotine, when she heard about the event. Bitches were partying! We will not get into the historical ramifications and various theories up-ended by this startling discovery but suffice to say, we can look to the ancients on how to bring in a new year. We are not condoning the use of cocaine and nicotine, because they are bad. We do condone dancing, wearing a ton of makeup, Maryjane, Sazerac cocktails, wine, getting down and enjoying life.A

Egyptian Goddess Bastet

Bastet statue photo by Kotofeij K. Bajun

Are we hedonists? Perhaps a bit. We prefer to think of ourselves as Maenads, followers of Dioynisus. Katzendame also worships Bastet, the Egyptian cat god, but perhaps you guessed.

Back to wearing tons of makeup; Katzendame recently discovered when refreshing herself on the finer points of her chosen deity that the ancient Egyptians wore cosmetics as a sacred rite. Pharoahs, proletarians, men, and women alike, all wore cosmetics, especially eye makeup to emulate the eye of Horus. Black kohl was worn around their eyes in an almond shape and accompanied by green eyeshadow. To be beautiful was to be holy and their cosmetics held magical powers.w

Next up: Spectre of The Rose on the King Tut exhibit in Seattle and the fabulous dance style called Tutting.

And Steve Martin.  I hope that the Spectre writes about Steve Martin.