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January 11, 1985 | KEVIN THOMAS
For the record, the "The Party Animal" (citywide, MPAA-rated: R) has to do with an obnoxious hayseed college freshman's desperate attempts to lose his virginity. After a series of smutty sketches, illustrating his efforts, he succeeds only too well. The hard-eyed co-eds look more like hookers and go-go dancers than sorority girls.
March 6, 2014 | Hailey Branson-Potts
Councilman John Duran and his gay colleagues on the West Hollywood City Council never expected a backlash when they voted recently to remove the rainbow flag from above City Hall. For Duran, who is gay, taking down the flag wasn't about slighting gays but sending a message about the city's diversity. "It's not just a city of gay men. It belongs to heterosexual people as well," he said. But the flag's removal in a place synonymous with gay life outraged many, and the city this week changed course, raising above City Hall a flag with a rainbow-colored city logo.
Sin-a-matic is the latest offshoot of the club Fetish, as well as that Sunday-night Silver Lake club with the four-letter name. It caters to much the same crowd--the young, the underground, the gay, the straight. . . . To everyone, apparently, except the trend-sniffers at MTV. A few weeks ago, when an MTV video jock arrived at the door expecting a warm (and gratis) welcome, she was rebuffed. A week later, Sin-a-matic was running ads boasting, "As Seen On Club MTV . . . Not!"
When Prince opened his Glam Slam club downtown in January, he and his cohorts had one goal in mind: to become a permanent fixture in a town where even the flashiest nightclubs often don't make it past the six-month mark. Glam Slam, now in its 10th month, has defied the odds. With the continuing appeal of its heady mix of live and recorded hip-hop, rock, jazz and techno, this 28,000-square-foot facility on Boylston and 3rd streets can reasonably claim the title of L.A.'s hottest club.
December 1, 1991 | DAVID WHARTON, David Wharton is a Times staff writer
If there is a rock 'n' roll god, this was his altar. Jerry Lee Lewis played piano. Tina Turner and Marvin Gaye sang a raucous duet. Go-go dancers frugged in the background, except when the stage grew dark and silent and James Brown stepped to the microphone for a gospel-drenched ballad. In 1964, when "Bonanza" and Andy Griffith ruled the airwaves, an upstart show called "Shindig!" had the audacity to broadcast rock 'n' roll during prime time. It was loud. It was frenetic.
August 18, 1989
The Redondo Beach City Council revoked the entertainment permit of the Beach Gardens restaurant Tuesday night after hearing complaints that the establishment near the Redondo Pier converted itself into a noisy nightclub called The Indigo on Wednesdays and weekends. Harbor Director Sheila Schoettger said Corinne Lachkar, the restaurant's manager, contended that The Indigo was not really a nightclub but rather a "themed promotion" intended to build up the restaurant business. Police Lt.
April 21, 1994 | HEIDI SIEGMUND
Velvet is a naughty, naughty club. Not simply because the Sunday night affair at West Hollywood's Peanuts features slinky, gyrating go-go dancers in baaarely-there lingerie, but because the early-KROQ music format attracts a very young crowd. One can only imagine the kids lucky enough to pass for 18--ID is a club requirement--going back to school the next day with eye-popping stories of the night before.
July 5, 1991 | JONATHAN GOLD
X=Art is gone, Club Theoretical is gone, the Anticlub is pay-to-play, so what remains of the original L.A. art-band underground scene is this: Wherever proto-industrial Hollywood band Ethyl Meatplow decides to show up, which is often at that Silver Lake club whose name we all know can't be mentioned in a family newspaper.
April 23, 1990 | JONATHAN GOLD
What would happen if you crossed the gangster style of N.W.A with the lightweight novelty hip-hop of the Fat Boys? Something like the over-hyped Samoan brothers from Carson who call themselves the Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. The Boo-Yaa brothers, who headlined the Palace on Friday, are massive guys who dress like executioners and advertise their former gang affiliations: L.A. gangster chic taken to its logical extreme.
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