Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two (aghrivaine) wrote,
Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two
aghrivaine

Brown Derby

Last night I went to the Brown Derby. If you've seen "Swingers" or know anything about the history of Hollywood Babylon, you know the Derby has a much storied past. Originally it was actually in the shape of a derby, and played host to some of the swankiest acts and A -list guests of the age. Its modern incarnation is as of a regular building, but the dome-shaped crown of the derby remains. It was in there that the big swing-dancing scene at the end of "Swingers" was filmed.

So, I stopped off for some fantastic Zankou chicken at Aegon and his lady's place, and was nearly bowled over by their saluki dogs - long sleek dogs that are the canine equivalent of high fashion models. Well, high fashion models if they were also international track stars, because damn, those dogs are fast. We walked over to the Derby after dinner, and were joined by their friend Jeff, a remarkable artist in his own right. Aeg and Mrs. Aeg have the talent of keeping really bright and remarkable people around them, all while acknowledging and celebrating the skills of their friends. You'd never know they were superstars themselves - and maybe that's a big part of their success.

We saw a few acts at the Derby, including a friend of the Aegonses, most of which were kind of experimental but generally excellent. The small stage had a very jazzy sound to it, with dashes of trip-hop, ala Thievery Corporation, and maybe some of the confessional rock of artists like Alanis Morisette. It being a Hollywood crowd, there were scads of beautiful people dripping off of the furniture and hanging on the walls everywhere. The main stage had more traditional rock acts playing, with scads of groupies dancing their hearts out on the dance floor.

LA is cool, you can just wander over to a Hollywood landmark, catch a bunch of remarkable acts, and be surrounded by the Beautiful People - all without it being even slightly out of the ordinary. The only tarnish on the gleam was driving right by Condor Lass' apartment, and the corner on which I last saw her; stirring up the predictable turmoil.

Now - off to find rubber snakes.
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 1 comment