DGC @ Crazy Girls


Earning a mark of infamy/sleaze.

A while back we were offered a gig at Crazy Girls in LA. This place is a notorious joint back in the 80’s for all sorts of hair metal bands and debauchery of all sorts. They’re not a venue at all, it’s a bikini bar. Which basically translates to a strip joint in LA. In it’s heyday Crazy Girls was the rockstar hangout. I don’t think it’s ever been known as a venue but they’re trying to bring in a different kinda crowd with having a band night. I suppose the bottom line is that the ladies don’t go topless but otherwise any other aesthetics that one would expect in a strip joint are present.

I was a touch worried about playing this place because as it’s not a venue, I wasn’t confident we’d sound good on stage. Dead Girls Corp. is a loud band. Personally I don’t notice it too much but I rehearse with in-ears so it’s all relative to me. However I do distinctly remember playing Dragonfly not too long ago and seeing people with their fingers in their ears. That’s usually a pretty decent indicator of overall volume.

We arrived at Crazy Girls a little early and I could already tell this wasn’t going to be the usual gig. We have a lot of gear and we set it up on stage. By stage I mean, the mainstage right between two poles. I’ve played with a lot of distractions before; technical problems, falling cymbals, beer flying in my direction, bad monitors, improvising and such but I’ve never had to play while women were working the pole next to my drum set.  I’m not even gonna lie, I missed a few little cues and sketched out some. Consider it something to remember next time. It’s not too often I have to think to myself, “Ryan, ignore all that is happening in front of you, NO MATTER WHAT.” And lemme tell ya, it’s not always just as easy as it sounds.

After watching the first band I was concerned as well; vocals feeding back, low energy off stage, and many people paying attention to a lot of things that aren’t the band or music. This can make a show tricky. Also none of the girls on stage were into it, which is kinda hit/miss. Helpful in a sense that it’s one less thing to worry about, but if the girls aren’t into it, good chance no one else is either.

None of this happened for our set. We started off on fire and didn’t look back. By the time it was over, I was covered in sweat and taking in the greatness of my surroundings. People seemed to genuinely enjoy the show, the girls were all over the place and seemed to be having fun, the staff was happy with the turnout, and I felt good having earned my small place in the Hollywood sleaze.

I’ll take it.   ;)