DJ Glammer Hammer

I randomly was out with some ho bags the other night in the Cahuenga and Hollywood area (or was I out with some random hos?) Doesn’t matter. Walked up to a shop called the Beauty Bar, if you don’t know, it’s not as weho as it sounds. But it sure is pink. Stumbled up to the bar for a couple of pints of Guinness, surveyed the scene, more girls than guys… sweet, I thought to myself as I adjusted the sock. That area is so hit or miss, I guess it just depends on what your looking for. So yeah, more girls than girls dancing their faces off on the dance floor, but not to an ironic cut of George Michael, not to Umb-​er-​ella-​ella-​ela. But some real good shit. SOme real old shit. Some kind of Garage Dance version of Hippy hippy shake, or at least it seemed like it. Twisting and bouncing, really jamming on the dance floor, no thumbing or poping and locking, but just moving. I’m not going to pretend to know half of the stuff this guy played that night… I don’t have to. Glammer Hammer has a set of unique, danceable, good-​time rock and roll jams that makes girls and guys get down like the sick little clowns they are. Then I fell asleep standing up at the bar after his set… I shit you not… my roommate took me home… but not before I took a picture of Glammer Hammer’s bunker buster.