The Bizarre Love Triangle crew has booked DFA Records producer the Juan Maclean for a DJ set at Fullerton's Continental Room Thursday April 10. This New York musician—who used to play guitar in Six Finger Satellite—has great taste as a selector, if his set at SXSW I caught in 2006 is any indication (and I think it is). Expect hot trax from the underground-disco, house, techno and krautrock genres—and probably more. Hardy support comes from BLT regulars Scotty Coats, AM180, Beef, Dijon and TVD.

“Give Me Every Little Thing (Cajmere Remix)” [possibly NSFW]

DJ Harvey, the Sarcastic Disco potentate.

To honor the memory of Avalon Bar owner Mike Conley, the Suck My Disco crew (Poppa, Scotty Coats and Dirty Lo, formerly Double Fisted Underground and featured in Sprawl of Sound last month) are doing a monthly at the Costa Mesa venue called The Other Side, which is the title of one of Conley's M.I.A. songs. Each edition of The Other Side will be dedicated to the late entrepreneur/musician, with the debut happening March 15. The first guest will be DJ Harvey, a world-renowned champion of underground disco who's now based in LA (you can read this interview with him by OC Weekly contributor Andy Beta on his blog). The Other Side will occur every third Saturday after the mid-March bow.

The disco these savvy spinners play sucks... you in.

Sorry for the last-minute notice of this, but Anglo-Russian crate-digger supreme and underground beat master DJ Vadim is headlining the Continental Room in Fullerton tonight. Vadim's an awesome selector and his own productions have been rocking headier parties since the mid-'90s. Don't sleep.

Go here for more information.

Last night at Spin City (held at Sutra, that place is sooo beautiful), another 2 hopeful DJs made it a little bit closer to the Winter Music Fest in Miami.

And I got just a little bit closer to destroying my liver.

The competition, which consisted of 20 minute sets, started off with Peter J spinning an enjoyable set sprinkled with Interpol and Jay Z. It was more enjoyable to watch the Tila Tequila wannabe on stage gyrating tragically off beat.

Second was DJ Dizzy whose fans showed support by sporting his name on t-shirts. His own shirt resembled the vertical bars representing levels on a stereo (I’m sure there’s an actual name for them but whatever) and it lit up. He was un-fucking-believable. Dizzy started with some reggae then wound it up to a heavy house beat, holding out a note just long enough then boom! back to the sexy. He even threw in some Jefferson Airplane, some Outfield and some Daft Punk.

Now here’s where the unprofessional journalism comes in: yours truly had a little too much wine.

OK, a lot too much.

It’s a hazard of the job, sometimes the Clubs Editor gets smashed. I’m going to blame Jonathan, our Marketing Coordinator, because... well, he’s just good to blame stuff on.

It was especially apparent judging by the chicken scratch that my notes became. And the fact I no longer was able to distinguish melodies, but wrote about nearly every contestant: Greatest fucking DJ EVER!

The night ended with DJ Dizzy and DJ Sonic as the winners, and my designated driver telling me I was making an ass of myself and that we needed to leave.

Check out the slideshow, thankfully I’m not in it.

Last night at Kitsch Bar in Costa Mesa, DJ aDJective (Steve Fisch) transitioned from the Kingston Trio's “Where Have All the Flowers Gone” (dewy, earnest folk song from 1962) to Public Enemy's “Public Enemy No. 1” (hard-as-nails, toughness-flaunting rap track from 1987). Damn. That's some ballsy whimsy right there.

(You can catch aDJective spinning at Kitsch on Thursday and Friday nights and at Memphis at the Santora on Saturdays.)

While at venues where dance floors must be filled it may be impractical to swing so wildly among genres, more DJs should attempt this absurd non-sequitur style of spinning. Predictability is the bane of most club nights.

Below see video evidence of the songs under discussion.

“Where Have All the Flowers Gone?”

“Public Enemy #1”

So I strolled into Memphis Café last night to check out Souled Out, curious to see if this week's Sprawl of Sound column had any effect on the turnout. What I found boosted my spirits—and those of DJ TSC1 (Sean Harris), the long-time host of this stellar night. Compared to the last few visits here, during which a glum ennui enveloped the space, Memphis was humming with activity, conversation and, of course, excellent specimens of soul, funk, jazz, hip-hop and disco from Harris' bag of delights. Several folks even started dancing and engaging in PDA. Body heat was palpable. The weekend was starting on Thursday, apparently. One could even forgive Harris for making a few concessions to the party people by playing the Jackson 5's "I Want You Back," Chaka Khan's "I Feel for You" and Musical Youth's “Pass the Dutchie” (okay, that last one was kinda pushing it...).

Now it may be presumptuous to think that Sprawl of Sound could instigate such a startling turnaround in attendance, but I would like to believe that the article had some impact in luring the crowd there. One thing I do know: it spurred notorious recluse and previous SOS subject John Basil to make the scene. Whoa. I may have just reached my peak of influence as a music journalist; you'd best believe I'm gonna savor it.