Dr. Ogata’s International Danger Spots; Squeezebox Goodbye Parties; GBH Comes to CentroFly, Satanicide to Brownies; New Yorker Fest

Written by Ned Vizzini on . Posted in Miscellaneous, Posts.

For example,
over in Sri Lanka, the government has agreed to a tenuous cease-fire with a
group of separatists called the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Elam, who claim ownership
of the northern Jaffna Peninsula. The two sides have been fighting for 18 years,
with the government of Norway trying to settle things on behalf of the European
Union. (That’s not to mention the gangs of Sri Lankan ex-military thugs
who recently crashed the concert of a popular Indian singer with hand grenades.

After hearing
how bad stuff is in other countries, you’ll be reminded how relatively
chill things are in America with drinks and a reception. The lecture begins
at 6:30 p.m.; tickets are $10.


of chill things in America, gay (yet straight-friendly) punk and glam had a
home for the past seven years in Squeezebox, the Friday night party at
Don Hill’s that featured transsexual DJ Miss Guy, backing band the
Toilet Boys, MC Mistress Formika and Wayne/Jayne County. Together with Fraggle
Rock, which still takes place Saturdays at Meow Mix (269 Houston St. at Suffolk
St., 254-0688), Squeezebox perpetuated a heavenly scene: you could show up in
a dress, get drunk courtesy of rich, respectful gay guys, and go home with a
straight girl. Or vice versa. Or vice versa versa.

Now Squeezebox
is shutting down, but not before sponsoring two parties, one Wednesday at Spa
(76 E. 13th St. betw. B’way & 4th Ave., 338-1060), and the final event
Friday at Don Hill’s (511 Greenwich St. at Spring St., 219-2850). Spa,
which is sure to have the Door Queen out there checking IDs and turning away
random folks, brings in the drummer and singer from cult 70s girly act the Runaways
to play with Gina and Squid from the Lunachicks. That’ll be interesting–you
can see how these Runaways have aged compared to the two famous ones, Lita Ford
and Joan Jett.

The Don Hill’s
party has cheaper drinks and bigger attractions, namely Debbie Harry
and Jesse Malin, who will contribute two sets of music with the rotating
Squeezebox band. Both shows will have photographs: Alexander Thompson presents
pictures of Squeezebox scenesters at Spa and Bob Gruen shows images from the
Max’s Kansas City/CBGB days at Don Hill’s. It’s nice to see some
old people go out with class; entry is $20 for both parties.


the date-rape drug, which I try to stay away from–comes to CentroFly
(45 W. 21st St., betw. 6th & 7th Aves., 627-7770) this Friday to celebrate
its three-year anniversary as a primo name in house music. Like many a good
acronym, it stands for different things depending on whom you ask ("Great
British House," "God Bless House," "Grievous Bodily Harm"–no
wait, that’s the drug), but GBH is always a safe indicator of processed
tunes with an utz-utz beat.

at some point in the night the tempo at CentroFly will double and redouble and
redouble, and then there’ll be an exploding noise followed by "Celebrate
and dance for free," leading into that Daft Punk song. But that’s
why you go to hear house music–it’s reliable. Guest DJs Ashley
and Disciple are featured; CentroFly itself is in Tramps’
old location, a big place with tripped-out interior design and a lounge and
bar for those who tire of the utz-utz barrage. Admission is $20, but it might
be cheaper if you call 539-3916 in advance.


…On the
other end of Friday night, glam-rock revivalists Satanicide (who claim
not to have taken their name from a Simpsons episode) show up at Brownies
(169 Ave. A, betw. 10th & 11th Sts., 420-8392) at 11 p.m., and just like
it says on their demo CD, "Never has so much cock graced a single stage!"

one of our many slogans," claims singer Delvin Mayhem, who appears on the
back of the demo with a colored contact in one eye, a bandanna, a skull ring
and a goatee. "You know, basically, ‘We Rock.’ That’s what
we aim to do and that’s what we do each show. The most important thing
in the band is to just rock really hard."

demo is a sampler of what will be available on their forthcoming self-financed
debut, and it’s disturbingly good. "We Rock" and "Jersey
Nights" have hooks that the 80s somehow passed over, and the reworking
of the theme from Titanic as a Warrant-style anthem brings it all home.

"At first
when I heard [the Titanic song] I thought, ‘Oh my god, that would
make the most amazing heavy metal ballad,’ but I wasn’t sure if I
could sing it. Then I sang the chorus and I realized it sounded just like the
Scorpions and I thought, ‘All right, we gotta do it.’"

Try if you
can to get a Satanicide picture–the band is moving toward more serious
press images and it might become difficult to get the currently circulating
shot of Delvin Mayhem, Aleister Cradley, the Baron Klaus von Goaten and Sloth
Vader. That’s the drummer: Sloth Vader.

Woody Allen’s
been pretty cool lately. Since marrying his daughter in 1997, he’s made
a spate of movies (Celebrity, Sweet and Lowdown, Small Time
) that weren’t total disasters and he continues to attract high-profile
talent–Helen Hunt and Elizabeth Berkley grace this summer’s Curse
of the Jade Scorpion
. (There was that nasty situation last Thursday, when
Woody wised up and sued the business partner who had been ripping him off since
1993, but he’s been through worse, and you know he’ll keep on.)

This Saturday,
Allen will get the chance to address his recent issues when he’s interviewed
live by New Yorker editor David Remnick. It’s part of the
New Yorker Festival, which was a 75th-anniversary party last year
but is repeating this weekend in a very successful bid for corporate sponsors.
Woody will be interviewed at the Celeste Bartos Forum of the New York Public
Library (42nd St., betw. 5th & 6th Aves., 877-847-8693) at 3 p.m.; other
topics may include his currently filming "Spring Project" with Tea
Leoni and Tiffani (no Amber) Thiessen, the creative process, and sex with his

Been waiting
to use that one. It’s what diminutive Puerto Rican girls call diminutive
Asian girls. Word is born.