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Written by mike
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Friday, 20 June 2008 11:31 |
Can we be frank for just a minute? We don't always like gay bars. Sure, we like drinking-and gays are champions at that-but the Stoli-soda-splasha-cran crowd wears thin after a decade or two and we find ourselves ever hungry for the new and different. Thankfully, our pals at Gay Bar Culture (based in LA but covering other cities too) are there to cut through the endless pairs of Dior sunglasses and clouds of Tom Ford for Men in search of huggable trannies and bars that would make us be proud to be gay again. It's about time...
Ed. note: The following dispatch comes via Kid on the Ball. Thanks, Kid.
There's a new group of promoters in town, and they're tired of top 40
tracks and frosted tips. The incestuous new circle of under-publicized
east-side dance parties includes Mustache Mondays, Wildness on Tuesday
nights, Shits & Giggles on Friday nights, and now A Club Called Rhonda on
Thursdays.
Located at a random Mexican bar called Guatelinda, at 4916 Hollywood
Blvd., Rhonda isn't gay, but "polysexual." (Apparently that's the new
"mixed.") "Polysexual just means all possibilities," says shaggy
auburn-haired fixture Aaron Castle, who hosts Rhonda along with his
three partners, Loren Granich, Kimi, and Gregori. For Gregori, the
mixed crowd offers a refreshing spritzer in a city "where the crowds
are so divided, even in gay culture itself."
Rather than organizing the crowd around a sub-culture, like twinks or
leather daddies, the people behind Rhonda organize the crowd around
less divisive appetites. Namely: a shared love for danceable music,
chuggable drinks and huggable trannies. (Mister sisters get in for
free.)
The mandate for good music is something Rhonda takes seriously, and
it's paying off. "LA is hungry for good music," Aaron says. And right
now that means boogie, disco and house. Famed French group Justice
showed up to one of Rhonda's first nights, and the promoters have plans
in the coming weeks to fly out popular New York house acts like Morgan
Geist. When a DJ started playing generic radio-friendly rap anthems at
one party a couple weeks ago, the crowd revolted. And last night, a law
firm intern who requested Shakira was rightfully chided and spurned.
Giving power to people is all part of the master plan. The
self-selecting crowd gathers around itself through word-of-mouth. It
may seem like a snobby promotional model, but the minds behind Rhonda
wouldn't have it any other way. "We threw a New Year's party that we
advertised all over the internet," explains Aaron. "The promotion was
everywhere, and the crowd was awful."
The organic, small-world nature of Rhonda's crowd came in handy during
its third week, when a health inspector shut the space down an hour
before the doors opened. The promoters were left standing on the
sidewalk with a cooler of jello shots that they made the night before.
But rather than call Rhonda off, they moved the party to a friend's
loft downtown, and everyone came despite the chaos.
"That says a lot about our club," says Gregori. "The crowd put up with
a lot, and everyone showed up." Hey, as long as the shots are $3 and
the DJ isn't playing Shakira, who could possibly stay home?
For more on bar culture, gay, poly or otherwise, check out our favorite drunk Angelino at Gay Bar Culture.
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