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 Best of L.A. 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

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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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Hot for Teacher

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.