LA Guy, my favorite clubs in LA were Das Bunker, The Key Club, Troubadour, Glass House and Knitting Factory. Â
I went to the Knitting factory a lot when it opened. Â Not quite as cool (the damn place is in a mall.) as the NYC version, but good bands. Â Saw the New Pornographers there for the first time live. Â Opened my eyes. Â Great live show.
I mostly frequent the punk/hardcore/thrashcore, underground hip-hop, industrial and fetish, and experimental/jazz joints.
I like punk, blah, blah, blah too (whatever you want to call them now) and hip hop, both underground and otherwise. Â Sometimes you want for some bacon wrapped dogs before last call and go to an afterhours afterwards at some of the tougher clubs when dudes start throwing gang signs. Â Sorry, I'm not down with being shot (happens, even at complete crap meat market places like Miyagis). Â Industrial I can live with. Â Fetish, um, sometimes I'm in the mood for fetish. Â Jazz clubs, frankly, bore me. Â The people seem way too into the jazz to really be into the jazz, if you get my drift.
My favorite clubs in Seattle are Neumos, Graceland, Catwalk, Crocodile, the old Sit-N-Spin and the like. Â
Wouldn't know. Â Don't know the Seattle scene at all.
I couldn't tell ya if there was a dress code at the yuppie/burb-herd clubs, because I don't go to them - they bore me. Â I really don't care to watch a bunch of drunk late-30's jocks in slacks and turtlenencks get drunk and fight over some lame bimbo with her thong showing. Â
I was imagining you were such a dude, with all your talk about dressing for Wall Street, etc... Â I know dudes on Wall Street too, and in VCs, and none of them could tell an Attolini from a Zegna (my grandma can tell a Zegna from a Jos. A. Banks though) nor do they care. Â Nor do their clients. Â Or if the clients really do care, maybe that shows how damn stupid some of those guys are. Â Once upon a time, I worked for a guy who lived high off the hog from VC money once upon a time. Â We all knew the idea was a crock; and if anyone with any scientific or technical acumen looked at what we (hey, I just did my job) were supposed to be doing, they would've laughed their asses off. Â Not the VC guys though. Â We got all dressed up for them once in a while (in our country bumpkin academics with an idea outfits,) made fancy powerpoint presentations, and they kept on giving us money for nothing. Â If I was wrong (about you), my bad.
But at the clubs I frequent, there is most definitely not any sort of dress code (except the fetish/industrial clubs, most require black). Â
True enough. Â Was referred to a fetish shop open late down the street once for that very infraction.
What cracks me up about your post is that you assume all clubs are the same and all styles the same. Â That just seems rather silly to me. Â Especially for someone who claims to be from LA and NY.
All decent clubs with good music, friendly folks, and the non-presence of the jocks and skanks listed above hardly ever have dress codes. Â The only acceptions are some jazz clubs, which I don't particularly like anyway, and some hip hop clubs, which sometimes have dress codes meant to keep out gangbangers. Â The other type of club I consider meat markets, not really clubs. Â And I'm actually Canadian, so watch your mouth, eh?