Bar & Night Profiler

by Jen McNeely
Upon hearing about the night CHRONOLOGIC at The Boat, a night of music starting from the 1940’s and jumping through every fun song in the soda pop 50’s, psychedelic 60’s, disco 80’s, cocaine confident 80’s, hip hop 90’s and finally to our current slosh of electro mash…I was instantaneously sold

However, this excitement crashed when I walked up the stairs of the semi run down establishment in Kensington and with one quick scan of the room, came to the conclusion that I would likely prefer to share drinks with the forty something dad like door guy versus the 20 year old toting a broken straw hat appearing to be drunk for the sixth time in his life. Sigh. It’s difficult to find fun dance nights in this city that fit somewhere between bankers at Cheval and 21 year old hipsters in clashing costumes.

Buenos Aires Cumbia heats up Toronto

Originally it started as Columbian folk music but contemporary cumbia involves instrumental mixing, lots of strong drum beats and overall the type of music you think of when imagining a late night street party in a hot Latin American city. Tears of sweat beading down bust lines, skirts getting lifted and tossed, tequila flowing and rough sex amongst jungle snakes and vibrant wildlife.
Zizek has taken the forceful percussion of cumbia and scritched and scratched / mished and mashed to achieve a wholly unique sound that incorporates crunk, electro, dancehall and hip hop.
Tracks that pair the likes of Puerto Rica's Calle 13 blended with global muse MIA - result in an internationally explosive sound. Lively, provocative the DJ troupe Zizek offers up beats that are invigorating to the soul and bring the kind of excitement that equates to hooking up for a one night stand while on vacay far away from home.

Pre-MMVA Party @ Gladstone Hotel

by Sass Zucket

I gave up a night of gushing over guitar babes at North by Northeast to attend THE hottest ticket in town on Saturday night; the exclusive invite-only pre-MMVA party at the Gladstone Hotel hosted by District Lifestyle Marketing in conjunction with Pink Mafia.

Evidently, I was invite-worthy. OK, so maybe I was there under El Presidente's decree and when she mentioned I could go, I yelped YES! YES! YES! Oh gee lucky me! and choked on my own fame-gluttonous salivation at the opportunity. Charlie and his chocolate factory ain't got nuttin' on the golden ticket to Rockstar Hotel. I mean who wouldn't forgo fawning over dirty rockstar wannabes at NXNE to legitimately party like a rock, party like a rockstar?

By: Sass Zucket

Remember how horny you were as a teen?

A babe served me this line as a sell to go out on a date with him to the Whippersnapper gallery's dance party, kicking off the 'Politics of Puberty' show. I obliged, because Jen had included this in her Weekend Ideas newsletter, and he was a good kisser. If I'm going to take a trek down teenage memory lane, there better be some making out involved. To answer the headlining question, I do remember how horny I was as a teen. My sexual desire hasn't changed much, seeing as my teenage years were not so long ago. This was probably true of all the attendees. If anything, most of us are more horny now, y'know, having actually had sex. The Whippersnapper gallery is a not-for-profit space for youth artists. For the event, the space took on an

The Montreal Crew Brings it to Toronto every first Saturday @ The Drake 

By Robyn Sprott 

There is a man from Montreal who has the softest, most velveteen-like skin in all the land. While this fact alone is astonishing, it doesn’t stop there. Legend has it he throws the raddest parties where all the top-shelf tastemakers rejoice in a fiesta on the dance floor and “bare gines” and “33 cent a minute pay-as-you go kinda gals” (cell phone speaking, you pervo) come alive. This man with freakishly velvety soft skin and current cock of the walk roosting on the partying throne goes by the name of Sir D.L. Jones, and he is one of the individuals responsible for Peer Pressure.  

Your mother was probably right when she told you to stay away from “those kids.” You know the ones. The ones that take risks, binge drink, and indulge in recreational drug use all in the name of Peer Pressure. Well its time you tell your mother to shut the e’ff up and give in to Peer Pressure!