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2006, L.A. Weekly, October 6-12, 2006
http://www.laweekly.com/general/features/best-mask-since-the-masque/14624/
Best Mask Since the Masque Written by FALLING JAMES
If you’re
in any sort of serious rock band, the only thing worse than playing late on a weeknight in an empty club is not getting to
play at all. Backbiter singer-guitarist Jonathan Hall and his wife, Marea Katopodis, who fronts Motorcycle Black Madonnas,
got tired of waiting for callbacks from bookers at the local hipster nightclubs, so — in true punk rock, DIY fashion
— they started organizing their own events. Named after the Lou Reed album, the Blue Mask was first held at the since-closed,
off-the-beaten-track North Hollywood dive Rumors in 2002, but things didn’t really take off until the pair moved their
series of shows (held on the last Saturday of the month) to Mr. T’s Bowl in Highland Park earlier this year. “It’s
basically an excuse to not deal with promoters and to play with people we like,” says Hall. “So far, it’s
been pretty successful.”
It doesn’t hurt that the people they like include some of the city’s most
respected underground punk, hard-rock and bent-jazz musicians. Recent bills have featured former Minuteman Mike Watt, Saccharine
Trust’s mad poet-singer Jack Brewer, a rare Bag Theory reunion, the fairy-tale-eerie goth-punk jangle of the Dagons,
ace keyboardist Paul Roessler (Nina Hagen, the Screamers), the Shards, the Chairs of Perception (a new spinoff of longtime
art-punks the Urinals), the Probe, Third Grade Teacher, and the occasional touring combo, such as Sioux City Pete & the
Beggars. While the Blue Mask may not have the same impact as the legendary late-’70s Hollywood punk club the Masque,
it does evoke the communal, creative, non-heavy-metal-careerist vibe of long-lost haunts like Al’s Bar and Raji’s.
“Those scenes have collided,” says Hall. The cover is a reasonable $5, DJs play everything from the Ramones and
the Stooges to Bob Dylan and the Sonics, and you never know which surprise guest star might join in on one of Backbiter’s
spontaneous jam sessions. Best of all, there’s almost no chance that the faux-rock glitterati (or celebrity trash like
Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan) will ever discover/ruin the place. (Falling James)
The Blue Mask, the last Saturday
of the month at Mr. T’s Bowl, 5621½ N. Figueroa Ave., Highland Park, (323) 256-7561
Every Tuesday Nite Open Mike Sign Up at 8:30pm From : http://openmikes.org This is a good truly unbiased open mics. I have been there 3 times and it has been pretty consistent. always a fair
amount of listeners and performers. By truly unbiased I mean that it is truly a first comefirst served to get on the
list, not one of those open mics whichthere are many of those where when you get there the list is alreadyhalf or more
full before they even put it out with all the hostsfriends, girfriends etc… open mic critique (6/2006) A
great place to get started. Not to crowded but very supportive andattentive. A lot of variety from full bands to comedy
, solo acousticand experimental. The host Arlo is the coolest sound engineer /host intown. The place is in an old
bowling alley with full bar and bowlingtype food (deep fried pickle sandwich anyone?) You don't know LA openmics until
you have checked out Mr T's...
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in LA weekly
By Lina Lecaro
Wednesday, August 2, 2006 - 6:00 pm
Happy Anti-versaries
As far as Hollywood clubs are concerned, the prevailing philosophy is, if it ain’t broke, it will be soon,
so slap a new coat of paint on the place (or change the name), and maybe fickle nightspot hoppers will keep coming. Case in
point: Privilege, though we haven’t seen the inside since its “summer remodel” (an ugly white tent
enveloped it the last time we drove down the strip). But there are still some places that maintain the magic simply by giving
their clientele what they want, no matter what’s trendy at the moment. Two such spots celebrated major milestones last
Saturday. First, the infamous Mr. T’s Bowl in Highland Park, which marked its 40th anniversary with a beach-themed
bash thrown by rock scribe Bob Cantu featuring Thee Mad Lovers and The Red Hearts. It’s actually
been years since we popped into the ol’ dive (which conjured some fond Fuzzyland party flashbacks), but its dingy
look, mix of hipsters and inebriated locals (there was almost a brawl at the door when we got there), and surprisingly good
sound reminded us of its crude charm.
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