Friday, May 09, 2008

May Music Roundup

Wait, when did it become May? 9 days ago? Fuck! How did that happen? I hope it doesn't inconvenience anyone that I'm just getting around to this May concert preview now. If it's any consolation, you didn't really miss anything last week. Just two shows (The Teenagers and Midnight Juggernauts) that I already warned you about.

So below the fold, check out the best (and sometimes worst) that the DC live music scene has to offer this month. And I'm really trying my best not to describe all these bands in relation to other bands, but sometimes that's the easiest way to do it.

5/9, 10:
-Drive-by Truckers: A band that Jenny really likes, these twangy alt-country rockers seem to take themselves less seriously than some of their contemporaries. That's a good thing. (930)

5/11:
-Ladyhawk: If The Shins had chest-length beards and knee-length balls, and took turns peeing on Natalie Portman instead of stocking her iPod. (DC9)

5/14:
-Uh Huh Her: Lesbian Royalty in our very own backyard! The L Word's (and The Murmur's) Leisha Hailey brings her lez-heavy electroclash band to DC. Expect many studded belts. (930)

5/15:
-Cut Copy w/Black Kids: Australian dance-rock band Cut Copy joins controversially named Cure sound-alikes Black Kids for a show I've been excited about for months. (Black Cat)

5/16:
-Devotchka: Are "Gypsy" and "Indie" mutually exclusive genres? (930)

-Los Campesinos: Another band I love. A co-ed English 7 piece who mixes Architecture in Helsinki's twee hooks with Arcade Fire kitchen sink instrumentation. Check out their latest single, My Year in Lists. (Black Cat.)

-Local H: The locale in question is Chicago, so we have something in common. You might remember "Bound for The Floor," but they have other songs too. (Rock and Roll Hotel.)

5/17:
-Drug Rug: Warbly, weird folk-ish duo who I shouldn't like as much as I do. Opening for The Long Blondes. (Rock and Roll Hotel)

-Junior League: More alt-country. Yay! (Black Cat)

5/19:
-Yo Majesty: Lesbian hip-hop duo. They actually have good voices too. (DC9)

5/20:
- The Helio Sequence: Portland duo that all the kids are going crazy over. (Black Cat)

5/22:
-Islands: Little-bit-of-everything pop band with a cute, homo drummer. I'm excited to see them. Check out their song "Rough Gem." (Black Cat.)

5/24:
-KRS-One: Old-school rapper at the Black Cat. How often does that happen? (Black Cat)

-Black Moth Super Rainbow: Psychedelic rock band with a Newsradio-reminiscent name. (Rock and Roll Hotel.)

5/25:
-Sea Wolf: Yet another wolf-named band, with one really awesome single. (Rock and Roll Hotel)

5/27, 28:
-The Raconteurs: Jack White's other band. (930)

5/29:
-The New Bloods: Three Portland lesbians stand out from the rest of the experimental art-rock by playing a fiddle, and playing it hot. (Black Cat)

-Filter: Hey man, nice shot at maintaining a relevant career...(930)

5/31:
-MSTRKRFT: Canadian electro/DJ act made up of members from Death From Above 1979. (930)

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Phase 1: Ladies Only for Good?

This post was submitted by Meaghan, who loves the Phase and karaoke.

I wrote a post a few weeks back about Phase 1 Lounge and why I love it with most every fiber of my being. There were supportive replies and, as per usual, some replies from [gay] men about their distaste for a bar that won't let them in the door "without a vagina". I find that whenever I express my love for the Phase in a crowd of DC queers, I'm met with the same questions and snarls. Michael, who has been great about offering suggestions and opinions about everything I've submitted to TNG, posed a similar question/argument this morning. It inspired me to go into a more lengthy explanation of the notorious Phase policy, and hopefully shed some light or open up some conversation about its history and place in the new gay DC.

"All Males must have a Female Escort"

The policy at Phase 1 is hotly contested, discussed, and argued but it's also historical. Phase has been open for 38 years and the policy was established to protect the patrons. The policy was similar to that which was created (the bars have the same owners, Allen Carroll and Chris Jenson) for Ziegfield's/Secrets. In fact, I was informed that the Ziegfield's/Secrets policy was more restrictive. Both bars were situated in a part of the city that was notoriously unsafe, and they were erected at times in history when there was no safe place for queer people.

The policy at Phase has lingered not only because of the owner who enforces it regularly but because of the clientele. Phase-goers expect a space that is tipped in favor of their sexual preference, and that is often not the case in many establishments (even ladies nights) across the city. Additionally, when the deck in stacked in favor of men...across the board, internationally...there is little to no reason why women shouldn't be able to make exclusive space, or space that is highly restricted in their favor. The policy is not "no men allowed" or "men pay more" or "men will be heckled relentlessly if they dare to come in". The policy is "if you look like an asshole, or a Marine from down the street, or insist that it is your God-given right to come into a lesbian bar, or screech about how it's discrimination" you probably won't get in. But if you stand at the door, with your female escort, and you are respectful, courteous and consistently aware that your presence is a privilege and not a right, then you'll get in. And this is pretty much exclusive to Friday and Saturday nights, when there are tons of people. If you come in on a Thursday or Sunday, you probably won't have to face the policy.

There is a lot of frustration on both ends about this policy, and there are constant discussions about the policy and how it affects the livelihood of the bar. But one must understand that the imbalance of sexism and heterosexism still exists and creating exclusive/restrictive space is a way in which marginalized people can feel safe when the "mean streets" continue to do little to nothing to protect them. Speaking as a self-identified queer dyke with a gay brother who frequented DC establishments before he moved to NYC, I will say that men in this city are notoriously disrespectful to lesbians/dykes and even transfolk. Back when Wet existed, women who walked into the bar were hissed and lunged at for invading "men space". Gay men still take it upon themselves to invade MY personal space when I'm out in "neutral" bars or even at private parties. While I realize that my experience is very limited, get a group of lesbians together who have frequented places in DC and you will hear a resounding cry of ENOUGH. We're sick of being judged, fondled, oogled, and disrespected. So instead of challenging the policy at Phase, I would think it would be more important to ask DC's gay men and their chromosomally-similar friends and neighbors to start acting like they deserve the privilege.

I realize that TNG is doing its part to change the face of gayness in DC, but I do feel it's responsible and reasonable to consider what has been. Being a cisgendered man comes with a significant amount of privilege, even if you're gay. And with privilege comes the responsibility to deconstruct what has been, including behaviors attributed to your community but not specifically to you, in order to repair it and create fantastic newness. There is not a point at which someone, especially men when it relates to women-space, decides things have changed and everyone must play along. Lesbians are still tender, still sore, still hurting from the crap we've been through over the years, so complaining about our safe space and how it makes you feel does little to nothing to inspire us to move on and move through.




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Thoughts on Queer Spirituality

This post was submitted by frequent commenter Greg.
Especially during election years (and in Washington, when the hell isn't it an election year), we're always at the mercy of religious rhetoric. Whether it's the fundamentalist Christians' attempts to dictate public policy or Democrats pandering to and/or hoping to reclaim the "faith vote," it's hard not to see religion popping up in media reports and conversations around the city and the nation.

All-too-often that leaves queer folks out in the cold, through choice or exile (or, often, some combination of both). As a queer, it's one of my greatest heartbreaks that LGBTQI (whatever) people have been dispossessed of a rich and powerful spiritual heritage — one where we were often the edge-walkers, shape-shifters, and spiritual hearts of our communities around the world.

Like anyone who's done a modicum of research on queer history, I came across the idea of "two-spirited" people of the North American indigenous cultures — people who were believed to possess the spirit of both a man and a woman — and I was deeply inspired by this construct. These were cultures where a third-gender, one that was both male and female (and also neither) was part of the everyday.

A few years ago, a dear beloved of mine gave me a copy of Randy P. Conner's "Blossom of Bone: Reclaiming the Connections Between Homoeroticism and the Sacred," and reading it became a watershed moment. I learned of queer priestesses from the Mediterranean to Africa, gender-variant sexual healers in the Middle East, queer Santeros (followers of the African diasporic faith Santeria), and countless other peoples throughout time and history who found their (what I would call today) queer identities to be their sources of power.

I devoted myself years ago to an Earth-centered path, proudly calling myself a witch and actively devoting myself to Queer Spirit paths — roads of beauty, delight, deep authenticity, freedom and the powers of pleasure. I look to the past as I try to create a future for myself and hopefully for other queer people in my life — yes, there's a healthy dose of old gay in this new gay.

My choices to commit to a spiritual life has had a profound effect on my everyday goings-on and my outlook on the world.

Part of what's central to me about Queer Spirit is the dismantling of patriarchal/hierarchical ways of expression, thought, and belief, as well as living an authentic, unapologetic existence.

Gay rights pioneer Harry Hay coined a term that frequently serves as a touchstone for my relationships with others and even with divinity itself: subject-subject consciousness. This is the idea that queer people embody the possibility of relating to each other as true equals, co-creators in the moment. Straight couples carry around years of baggage surrounding gender inequity, but gay couples can capitalize on not having to wade through misogyny because of the very nature of our relationships.

(All the more reason why adopting negative connotative attitudes around seeming sub-identities in the queer community — top/bottom, femme/butch — is such an unfortunate occurrence. When we shit on some guy for being a nelly queen, we assert ourselves as tools of patriarchy, judgment, and classification based on misogynistic, subject-object consciousness — not co-creative, subject-subject consciousness.)

In my spiritual practice, I believe in various deities and interact with them through prayer, trance and regular conversations. However, with Queer Spirit as a basis for my religious beliefs, I do not think of deity as "greater" than me. Deity is not "better" than any of us. Deity is simply another form of existence, one that has a different set of perspectives, but not one that has any right to demand I do certain things, pay obeisance, or mindlessly sacrifice things in my life that are important to me (Yahweh would have gotten a grand "fuck you" if he asked me to sacrifice my son).

As for living an authentic life, I believe doing so is one of the greatest gifts that queer people can give themselves and the world at large. When we continue to be harassed around the globe with everything from insensitivity to death, standing up and choosing to live our lives as who we are is a revolutionary act, one that can be extrapolated into other arenas of our lives.

Once I came out and chose to live as an open gay man, it became more difficult not to be open in other areas of my life — everything from emotional authenticity with my partner to political authenticity (no, I will not vote for a Democrat who believes we aren't full human beings under the law just to oust a Republican). I realized that I identify much more with those third-gendered types than with men, and my having a cock and using it with delight doesn't precipitate my expression as someone who knows "himself" to be both male and female and neither.

This authenticity born from a Queer perspective also leads me to follow my dreams, my desires and my inspiration. I don't have to settle in my life for anything. I only have to act according to my core values and reach for the brass ring, embracing all the wild joy and wrenching pain that process engenders.

I would love to hear feedback from people about their interactions with spirituality and what it means in their lives (both positive and negative). I think it's high time that queers start to expand the dialogue away from standard "The-Lord-Is-My-Shepherd" talk to how our very identities shape our beliefs about ourselves and the world at large.

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Hot Song Alert: Three Women by Stereolab

Stereolab is one of my favorite bands, ever. They've been around for nearly 20 years, and despite changes in sound and tragedies they keep making amazing music. I was excited for two reasons when a friend emailed me a link to download a new Stereolab song. First, I discovered that the groop has a new album coming out in August. And second, they have been signed to 4AD, one of my favorite record labels of all time.

The new track is great. Give it a listen. I've included some of my favorite Stereolab songs with videos below the fold.

Click this widget to play "Three Women" by Stereolab:








The Free Design, off of Cobra and Phases Group Play Voltage in the Milky Night:


Wow and Flutter, off of Mars Audiac Quintet:


Frenck Disko, live on British TV:


John Cage Bubblegum:


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Weekend Art Roundup

Please forgive me. I'm entirely too busy and forgot that yesterday was Thursday. So, better late than never, here are two arty options this weekend.

The obvious first event is Artomatic, a month-long multimedia arts event that draws together visual artists, musicians and performers and brings their work to the community without charge. The opening is today at 1200 First St., NE. If you can't make the opening, don't worry, since it runs through June 15.

Also opening this week is Scott G. Brooks' show Under the Skin, at Long View Gallery, 1302 9th St., NW. The opening is Saturday from 5-8 p.m. and the show runs through June 7. The Chosen One, right.

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Saturday: Learn-a-palooza

Tomorrow is Learn-a-palooza, a seemingly annual community information sharing event that happens in and around Adams Morgan and Dupont Circle. The general idea is that anyone who knows something of potential interest to other people can sign up to host a seminar and teach it to whomever shows up. A pretty cool idea. This year's schedule includes possibly the most strange topic I've heard of yet: "How to Find Gay Men in the City: A Fag Hag's Guide to DC". I would have thought this would be taught by the woman who posted Grid Skipper's "Handy Guide to DC Fag-Hagging", but it appears to be someone else. Other sessions of potential interest are listed below the fold.

Other interesting sessions at Learn-A-Palozza:

How to:

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Thursday, May 08, 2008

Will There Be Lesbians? You May Rely On It

Hebden Bridge is falling down...under a great density of lesbians. NPR reports that the Yorkshire, England locale was "just another dying mill town" before being overrun with strange sisters in the '90s. Today, 1 in 5 adults is of the gay lady persuasion, thanks to the welcoming nature of Hebden Bridgers.

Do you know where else 1 in 5 adults are lesbetarians? At HRC's Mystics Pride Night. There's no time like three weeks from now to finally get your ass to a Mystics game. It'll be like having Guerilla Queer Bar at a queer bar.

The helpful flyer says that $40 gets you a decent seat and entry to the after party, which the players are supposed to attend. Do not get drunk and hit on a player. You will look foolish.

Where: Dewar's 12 Clubhouse, 2nd Floor of Verizon Center
When: Saturday May, 31 from 3:30pm - 10:00pm

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Now Playing: wgay.fm


I've posted before about things to do while wasting time at work, including new ways to find new music while sitting at your desk. I've just discovered something new... Or rather, something old that's definitely new to me: WGAY.fm. Patrick, one of the station's primary contributors, tipped me off yesterday and I'm definitely intrigued...

If you all are interested in alternative queer resources and events in the D.C. area, you should check out www.wgay.fm. This is an online radio station that my partner started in 1991 when he was 13 years old, and I've been involved with for the past seven years. This Friday (5/8) the show celebrates 17 years on the air. We essentially broadcast a party every week, and the conversations range from intellectual to "intellectual" to dirty to hilarious to just stupid. We also play a wide range of music. You can listen pretty much around the clock (we broadcast old shows 24-7, but occasionally let other people use our stream, so it might not be us you're listening to at any given time) and we're live Friday nights from 9 pm until 1 am. You can chat with us in the studio using the AOL IM "wgayfm". You can also check out our audio blog postings on the Washington Blade website, under "BladeBlog." There is a Facebook group for announcements and chat (search for "wgay").
Show schedule:

Friday Night, 9 PM - 1 AM - The Live Weekly Show - aka "the main event"
Tuesdays - Oldies Day with Ken Carpenter
Wednesdays - WGTB on WGAY (1970s recordings of Georgetown U's underground college radio station, including replays of the pioneering gay show "Friends")
All Other Days/Times - last Friday's show

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Another Gay Movie: Ma Vie En Rose

"Another Gay Movie" is a series of posts contributed by TNG gadfly and frequent commenter "Adam Isn't Here."



Tranny-stories are sad stories. Stories about young kids getting fucked around by a cruel and unforgiving world are sad stories. Belgian stories are sad stories (despite the evidence that the Smurfs, Asterix and TinTin would present to the contrary). So, by inductive reasoning, it is safe to say that Ma Vie En Rose, which is about Ludovig, a seven-year-old, Belgian transgendered boy, or garconfille as he would call it, is a sad story.

Being the only outspokenly homosexual kid in my high-school presented some issues, but at least I was always sure of my gender. I caught flack for being “girly” but I knew I wasn’t a girl. Don’t get me wrong—I like flipping through Vogue and cutting down people’s outfits as much as the next stuck-up queer, but the absolute last thing I want is to go through life teetering around on a pair of high-heels and wasting all my time (and money) on make-up. Also I really like my dick. Like, a lot.

Getting called a fag for listening to Tori Amos or whatever faggy thing I was doing at the time didn’t hurt that bad because I knew I was a fag and if listening to Tori Amos was a manifestation of that, then it was one I could certainly deal with. My inside matched my outside so it was just a matter of time before I could spring-this-shitty-town and head down that long yellow brick road to the big city in the sky that was full of fags just like me (never happened, at least not like that. But that’s another story).

Trans-kids don’t even get it as easy as that. Even if you feel sure of your gender internally (as little Ludovig seems to be) you still have to convince the world of it. And forming an identity that you feel is right isn’t necessarily just a matter of time. I imagine it to be pretty grueling and confusing and that it would make me feel angry and sad at the same time. Or maybe I just think that because of this movie.

It all begins with a happy family moving into their happy new house, in a happy new neighborhood. They’re throwing a happy party with all of their happy neighbors and the weather is perfect and everything is just fucking great. You know when the happy bar is set this high in a movie that it’s only an indication of how low it will go.

Time to meet the neighbors! Here’s dad, he’s Belgian. And Mom too! And the lovely first born son! And a daughter too, isn’t she pretty? And who’s that, that just arrived? In the princess dress? Oh that’s just Ludovig, our transvestite son. They send little Ludo (that’s what they call him, isn’t that so cute!) up to his room to change and everyone can laugh it off. This time. But Ludovig keeps on showing up in that same goddamn princess dress, and always in the most dramtic way possible (born to be a queen, this one). First the big block party. Then the school play. Then in the neighbors’ dead daughter’s wardrobe. Oh, mon dieu.

Well Ludovig’s transgressions don’t sit well with Joneses (or should I say les Bertrand) next door and it pretty much ruins all of their lives. The parents are at each other’s throats, and the other siblings don’t know what to think. One particularly heartbreaking scene (is this a spoiler?) shows Ludovig getting beat on in a school locker-room, while one of his brothers restrains the other from helping him. Even his “liberal” grandmother (who is first introduced as the paradigm of indie-movie quirk, all “If you wanna sing out, sing out”) can’t let Ludo be.

Obviously it’s even harder on Ludovig. He knew what he wanted. When he grew up he would be a girl. When he finds out that that isn’t exactly how it works, he falls apart too, escaping into brightly-colored fantasy world with a kind-of kick-ass soundtrack. It’s called Le Monde de Pam and it’s Ludovig’s favorite TV show. It kind of reminds me of how I wanted to move into Jem’s orphanarium when I was seven. When everything gets a bit much, he just closes his eyes and he and Pam fly around le monde together.

It takes a long time of stuff getting worse before it ever gets better. Ludo gets subjected to all the same bullshit as you would expect. He gets sent to therapy, he gets ostracized at school, he gets blown off by his little boyfriend, he gets blamed for everything that’s gone wrong.

There are a few rays of hope, and the story isn’t a totally tragic one in the end. His therapist finally tells him what I’d been shouting at the screen for an hour already and he finally finds a real friend. But man oh man are things tough for him, and he’s not even a teenager yet.

Verdict: Hard to tell. I’m pretty biased on this one. Honestly, this is the fifth time I’ve seen it. I saw it for the first time at a very specific point in my life, and now every time I hear that music in the opening credits I think of Hernan, and Luisa, and oh-no-not-Marco, and being an exchange student. So I have fond memories. And I think you should watch it.

Next Week: There’s nothing left to say about Brokeback Mountain, so I’ll watch the other gay Ang Lee movie, The Wedding Banquet. Though you could argue that all Ang Lee movies are at least a bit gay.

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Police & Thieves' Carlos Izurieta: The New Gay Interview

At a time when we here at TNG are debating the future of the changing DC gay community and the role of forums like TNG in that change, it is refreshing to sit down and talk with Carlos Izurieta of the DC hardcore band Police & Thieves. Not unlike our community, the hardcore scene, both in DC and across the country, has experienced rapid change over the past decade. As a veteran of the scene, Carlos offers a unique perspective. I think we can learn some lessons as we here at TNG deal with our own growing pains. Read the interview below the fold.

The New Gay Robert: I am excited you are willing to sit down and talk with us. As you could probably guess, many TNG readers aren't familiar with Police & Thieves. How would you describe your music to folks who are not familiar with the underground hardcore-punk scene?

Carlos Izuerieta: I would say we blend melody and aggression with socio-political lyrics, and what comes out is our sound. It is tough sometimes because we're usually the odd band out on most punk and hardcore bills. We play mid-tempo songs and for those who don't know, hardcore is usually played really fast. So, sometimes it takes a few times for people to see what we are doing. It is not groundbreaking or anything ,just a bit different than the more traditional punk and hardcore bands we have shared the stage with.

TNG: In addition to being unfamiliar with your music, a lot of our readers probably don't know that you are guys are old-timers, in a sense that guys are all in your late 20's to mid 30's. Punk is typically music and a scene that is youth-driven, which makes sense given the ideas and politics that emerge during that time in life. Is it hard to relate to an audience that in some cases is half your age?

CI: (laughs) Are you calling us old?

TNG: Well, older than your typical person in the scene.

CI: I know what you mean. The thing is that we love punk and hardcore music and probably always will. The beauty of this music scene is that is generally accepting of anyone. I mean the shows are usually all ages as opposed to some clubs/ bars that don't allow anyone under 21. What I'm trying to say is that yes we are older, but we can relate with them over music. In a sense, the music acts a bridge that can cross over so many barriers. It is interesting to talk to the kids at shows because you can totally relate to the first time you saw one of your favorite hardcore bands and how much that meant to you. Hanging out, meeting new people, and talking to the kids after we play is my favorite part about our shows. It can be so refreshing to see kids that are not jaded about hardcore. Most kids drop out of the scene by the time they're 21.

TNG: How old were you when you started going to punk shows?

CI: I grew up in a pretty strict catholic household. We were not allowed stay out late unless it was for sports or school. So, I started going to shows about the time I was 18, which is later than most. I talked to some kids this weekend that saw my old band (Worn Thin) when they were in 5th grade. That blew my mind. My first show was Murphy's Law with my friend nick at the old 930 Club. It was a life changing experience. I had been listening to Metallica, the Misfits ,and mainly metal and alternative until I met my friend Nick who turned me onto Murphys Law, Sick Of It All, Government Issue, and Minor Threat. I remember going to the old 930 club for the first time. I was used to safe old Arlington and 9th and F is not the same 9th and F that it is now. It was way sketchy - sketchy to the point where I didn't ever tell my parents where we were going because even though I was 18 they would have freaked out. I remember walking in there and just watching the opening bands and nothing happened. I thought "oh this is just like when I saw REM or U2 except in a bigger club." Then, all of a sudden Murphy's Law comes out and the singer yells "What's up We're Murphy's Law," and as soon as the drummer hit the cymbal the place exploded along with beer bottles and myself being knocked to the floor. I had the wind knocked out of me for a second, and got back in there and had a blast - especially when I started stage diving I think that was when I was hooked (laughs). It was something you always wanted to get better, especially when watching all the older kids do front and back flips. I liked that more than dancing, I was more into diving and singing along.

TNG: Did you ever think you would be doing this as an adult? I know that for me, I often think "I wonder what 20 year-old Robert would think of 31 year-old Robert." Did you ever think you would be doing this as an adult?

CI: No, not really. I had no idea what i would be doing in my 30's. I'm just glad that I found something I would enjoy. I always knew that punk and hardcore would be a big part of my life. It can be hard sometimes being older and still in a more youth oriented scene because as you know adults are saddled down with "responsibilities" which can put a damper on things like touring. I think we have found a happy medium. We have been able to balance our outside life with a band life we are happy with. We record on our own time frame, play shows once or twice a month, and practice every week.

TNG: Along those lines, a lot of the inspiration to hardcore and punk is born out of frustration with the status quo. I know for me personally, that hardcore and punk as a set of ideas remained with me as I grew up, but some of the anger and frustration that drove me to the scene in the first place has waned gradually as I got older and gained some new perspectives. How are you able to maintain that level of intensity being that your life is likely pretty different now than it was when you were a teenager? Do the same things that inspire you then still inspire you no?

CI: Its funny, because I think I am at a place in my life where I am comfortable. At the same time, I still carry the spirit of dissention and some of the anger from punk and hardcore music. Growing up so close to DC and now living in it, it is hard not to write about what you see. We're not a political band per se, but its there and you can't avoid it. It pisses me off that we're in a war that we had no say in and we elected someone that is so incompetent at running it. I personally did not vote for him, but at times it's indicative of the climate we live in. Our president is such a polarizing figure. It's all hard to ignore because sooner or later it's going to be there on your front door step and then you can't hide from it. A good friend's dad was this gung ho Republican, voted for Bush the first time around, and was really stoked on what he was doing with the military and to protect us. But he came to find out through his son who is a Marine how the war had nothing to do with the individuals who attacked us, and how we were sending our troops over to fight this war that may never end. That is what our new record, "Amor y Guerra," is about. In Spanish it means "love and war."

TNG: You are from the DC area?

CI: I was born in Ecuador but moved to Arlington when I was five.

TNG: Many people, as you know, flock here to live because of the jobs and colleges around. What are some things that carpetbaggers - simply by not being raised here - don't understand or don't appreciate about the city?

CI: DC is such a transient city, and sometimes people overlook the beauty of the city. I am even guilty of it. I know were not as fast paced a city as say New York, but it is easy to get lost in your own little world and forget about how amazing it is to be able to walk to the top of certain streets and see the beautiful DC skyline. It can take your breath away. DC also has a vibrant underground music scene, from free shows in Fort Reno park to basement and church shows in and around DC. Those things are put on by kids and a community that love the music

TNG: That is a good segue to talk about community. One issue that has been discussed on this site is the changing landscape of the DC gay scene (and gay neighborhoods in general). During the 70's and 80's, when the social climate was far more adverse to lesbians and gay men, neighborhoods were more important to the community as they provided safe and nurturing spaces. With the massive social changes regarding sexual orientation over the past 20 years, the neighborhood has become less relevant as the need for a common space has become necessary. In other words, the role community has changed, because the world around it has changed. This is particularly the case for those who didn't come of age in the 70's and 80s'. Recognizing the obvious differences, the punk community exists in a far different world today than it did during its inception. At the music level, independent music or "indie rock" has provided a greater outlet for more daring and creative artists, there are a slew of bands that replicate the punk-hardcore aesthetic but do not hold the values. Vinyl records, which were a staple of DIY in the 1990s when we were growing up, are almost relics in an era where anything can be found for free online. Additionally, blogs and My Space have changed how learn about new music and relate to others around the country. How would you say these larger outside changes have affected the hardcore scene as a community?

CI: I think it has splintered the community into these different niche groups so to speak. Back then you had punk, hardcore, and indie bands all on one bill and now it is very genre or scene specific. I do think though that DC has always been pretty good about mixing it up. I think that is because at the core the majority of the bands in DC have a social conscience, in contrast to bands who form specifically so they can become rock stars. That is not the case here in DC, at least not in the underground scene. Most bands form to have fun, but they also have a message.

TNG: So basically you see a lot of continuity at the core (pardon the pun) despite the newer terrain?

CI: Yes, I do. For kids going to shows now I think there are still enough positive influences within the scene to keep it on the same path. There are still a good number of kids that are socially and politically active and that care about those things more than the latest fashion.

TNG: So, what does non-music Carlos spend his time doing?

CI: Let's see... I work for a non-profit in Dupont, run and train for marathons, and hang out with my friends. I am working on a Masters Degree in Latin American studies, but it is taking longer than expected. Or maybe I am taking my time and enjoying myself too much (laughs).

TNG: Hopefully it is the latter. So what should we expect to see on Sunday night when you play the Black Cat on Sunday night?

CI: Sunday night will be a lot of fun. We are playing with two other bands: the Scare and Lion of Judah. The scare is a local DC band who play melodic punk with a twist of gothic over tones, sort of like the Misfits. Lion of Judah is this hybrid of rock and roll and hardcore with some weird time elements. For those familiar ,they remind me of a band from DC named Swiz.

TNG: Sweet, we look forward to it.

See Carlos' band Police & Thieves shred up the backstage at the Black Cat this Sunday, May 11th, with The Scare and Lion of Judah. Tickets are $8 and doors open at 9:00.

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Thursdays: Karaoke at Phase 1

This post was submitted by Meaghan, who has a penchant for crafts, cooking, organization and party planning.

Hey Queers (especially the ladies)!

I don't want to hear it! I had a nice long chat with the manager of Phase 1 the other night, after I recovered from a wild night of karaoke and Jack Daniels, and we both remain perplexed...

Why the hell aren't people coming out to Karaoke night at Phase every Thursday?

We don't get it. The people who do manage to stroll in love every second of it. There are brave souls who wander in single and charm the pants off the crowd (and maybe even a lucky lady), rowdy regulars who hog the mic a little (but never fail to entertain), and hilarious folks who pick the most ridiculous songs and sing the hell out of them. How could you resist?

So I implore thee, this Thursday or one in the near future, take a nap after work and then jump in the shower. Warm up the vocal cords, like I do by screeching "Hot Blooded" by Foreigner to your bath product audience, or whatever suits your fancy. Put on your most comfortable jeans and a vintage 70s band t-shirt or a boa or even a cowboy hat, and head on down to Barracks Row. Even if you don't muster up the courage to say hello to a new friend or get on stage and sing some Duran, Duran you can be confident that you'll leave the bar ridiculously pleased with your experience and ready to tell all of your friends about it.

So get out to PHASE 1 tomorrow night, pick a few songs, and rock the hell out. We'll be there to cheer you on and to put our lighters up.

Phase 1 is located at 525 8th Street SE, just two blocks from the Eastern Market metro stop (orange & blue lines).

More details: www.phase1dc.com
Or check out our flyer: http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2235/2475009218_f79b110c37_o.jpg

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Come Home, Already

My boyfriend, taking a mud bath in Vietnam.

It’s late on Thursday night, and my boyfriend just called me from Borneo. He’s been incommunicado for four days, apparently because he’s been working on his deep sea diving certificate from the perch of a half-mile Island that doesn’t have internet. I receive lots of messages like this. Craig riding elephants. Craig exploring the waters of the deep in Malaysia. Craig visiting remote Buddhist temples in Cambodia. Craig in a Chinese New Year’s week-long water fight in Thailand. Craig traveling the coast of Vietnam, seeing unbelievable things. I have a dozen post cards pinned up in my kitchen from locales across SE Asia. Tonight, he’s waiting for a flight to take him to Manila, in the Phillipines. As happy as I am for him, it makes me sick.

I haven’t seen my boyfriend in over two months. We’ve only spoken 4 times since he left (his phone is dead) and email is problematic in some of the places he travels, so it’s difficult to stay in touch. The call was less than 2 minutes long due to his calling card and I could barely hear him, as the connection was terrible. He felt so far away I almost wish he had not called. It just makes me miss him.

He writes a blog of his travels, which helps in dealing with the distance, but after two months, what was an acceptable detachment is now an annoying personal inconvenience. I’m angry that I’m stuck in DC being a drone while he’s having an adventure, I’m frustrated sexually by spring and it’s demand for expression, and I miss my boyfriend. I really, really miss my boyfriend.

I’ve always been an independent person who doesn’t need many people around him in order to survive. I didn’t tell him this, but I was actually looking forward to him leaving, so I could get more work done. Considering my distaste for domesticity in past relationships, I could not have predicted feeling so lost without the mundane rituals that define committed relationships. I was looking forward to spreading my wings a little while he was gone. Go out more, meet new people. Since he left I haven’t gone out much more, and I can’t say I’ve met many new people. Most surprising, all I really want from my life right now is to cook meals with him and make disparaging remarks about his militant introduction of vegetables into my diet, debate economics at 3:00am while under the covers, and curl up on the couch and watch dubbed foreign films. In spite of my ramblin' nature, my greatest aspiration is to be blissfully boring.

How did this happen? I don’t care. All I know is that for the first time in my life, I’ve found myself in a relationship that actually seems to work, and for the first time in my life I’m a gay man in a relationship who doesn’t feel like he might be missing out on something else. In spite of my frustrations, I have the distinct feeling that I might be doing something right.

He comes home on Monday.

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