Showing posts with label A Mile In My. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Mile In My. Show all posts

Monday, February 28, 2011

Sofi Needs A -nother Show in Denver!

Sofia Toufa - Vocal Artist on 'Sofi Needs A Ladder'
Photo courtesy of:  thatchickelle.com
By: Kristine Condition
In my last post about the Denver Nail Lounge I made reference to a show I saw at Beta a few weeks ago.  Tommy Lee was in town that night, mixing it up with DJ Aero.  I was super enthusiastic about my first opportunity to see him in an electro environment.  Having met him and seen him perform at many Motley Crue concerts, I was certain of the good time I was about to have.

I’m a rocker at heart, but I also grew up dancing to a lot of techno.  It was HUGE when I was a teenager in the mid 90’s, and if you danced – you danced to techno.  You did it looking like David Bowie meets Tim Burton, and that was a highly unusual look at the time.  There was no Lady Gaga, no Rhiana, no one in popular culture making it okay to be oddly colorful and somewhat disconcerting.

Today’s teenagers view an avant garde personal appearance as admirable and desirable because modern media gives them the courage to do so.  Mainstream kids in my day, the cookie cutter mother fuckers, had no appreciation for the eccentricity that was central to the way my friends and I looked, dressed and lived our lives.  They were incapable of understanding our romance with theatrics and the underground, and we were frequently shunned.   Thank God, because that was the point.  Most important to this article is the fact that they did not ‘get it’ with regard to the long nights we spent dancing.

Sofia Toufa
Photo courtesy of: twitpic.com
When I dig past the inevitable painful memories of my teen years, I can find exquisite moments wherein I was dancing.  Moments when I was aloft in smoke and lights and music, feeling beautiful and at home on top of the highest speaker I could climb.  Sharing it with everyone in the room, yet blissfully alone in my pretty techno bubble.  Personal freedom came courtesy of those secret nightclubs and illegal raves and we consumed it ravenously.  Often without all the drugs people assume were part of the experience. The dancing was the drug.

Eventually the kids who kept the GAP in business got hooked on a couple of the techno anthems that were huge at the time.  One night I showed up at my prized underground dance club and every unoriginal fuck I hated in high school was standing in a line that had never before existed.  They were soon to be at the raves too, and the scene met its demise for a while.  C’est la vie.

In 2011 electro music is enjoying the good life again, flowing in the major artery of the mainstream.  As a result, though, the problem of posers is as real as ever.  Except they now try their damndest to look LIKE the subculture.  In short, it is now normal to be weird.  Because this is the case, it’s all the more difficult these days to discover artists and music that are engaging in an authentic way.  I’m always hunting for that raw, genuine edge that is detectable because it emanates from within its source – as opposed to being put on by someone trying to emulate it.

Tommy Lee and DJ Aero
Photo courtesy of: flickr.com
When I saw Sofia Toufa perform at Beta in Denver I surprisingly discovered that flavor of originality and verity that is so elusive.  Needless to say, I was thrilled.  As I said, I went to see Tommy and exploit the opportunity to revisit a strobe light induced oblivion.  Tommy, along with DJ Aero, did not disappoint.  As I danced and pushed drunken bimbos out of my way in the front row, I could see Sofi standing nearby.  I didn’t know that she had any relevance to the show beyond being Tommy’s girlfriend.  I’d encountered them backstage at a different show in the past and their fondness for each other was evident then.  Little did I know that she was about to

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Denver Nail Lounge - The Nordstrom Of Nail Salons?


Photo courtesy of:
flickr/negativityabundant
 A few weeks ago I was buzzing around the Denver Pavilions shopping area in search of a hot little number to wear out that night. As I passed the Denver Nail Lounge I glanced inside and noticed a sign indicating a discount. Seeing three Asian women standing behind the counter, I was suddenly hopeful ownership had changed. When I’d tried to schedule an appointment under the previous ownership the bitch who answered the phone was so hateful and nasty that I never even considered paying their exorbitant prices. As a downtown resident this pissed me off because I really wanted the option of getting my nails done in such a lovely little salon. The interior is full of light and color.


I walked in the door and the new owner of the salon, Puna Javzandolgor, greeted me right away. She clearly and POLITELY answered my questions, including the cost of services. Not only were her prices better, but when I asked her about the bubble tea that was part of the previous owner’s offering, she stated, “No. We don’t do bubble tea. We do nails.” I liked her right away. Satisfied with my assessment of the changes at Denver Nail Lounge, I decided to give the salon a try the following day.

Tommy Lee and Sofi Toufa
Photo courtesy of: TommyLee.com
At 10:45 the next morning I officially became a huge pain in Puna’s ass. I hate to admit the following but I must do so in order to give her the credit she deserves. My appointment was to begin at 11:00 a.m. and I called her to say that I wouldn’t be coming as I had overestimated that time slot. We rescheduled for 5:30 p.m. In the meantime I still hadn’t found an outfit that was befitting of the long night of dancing that lay ahead. Tommy Lee was brining DJ Aero and Sofi to Beta and it was certain to be a hell of a show. (When else can you mashup your rocker heart with your dancing body?) I wanted to look sultry because experience has shown that Tommy likes to ...