Newport’s own Bait Shop is the only rock club in America owned and operated by a legally emancipated, bisexual 18-year old. Built out of the old engine room set from “SeaQuest DSV” – Girders! Rungs! Catwalks! Steam! – and featuring a full bar that nevertheless only serves carbonated water and juice, the Bait Shop brings live music to the shores of the Pacific every night of the week. From national acts to local fathers who forgot their wives’ anniversaries, there’s always something happening at Orange County’s coolest club. The Bait Shop – It’s off the Hook!
Thursday, February 3rd – RACHAEL YAMAGATA – Yamagata’s 2004 LP Happenstance was hailed by critics for its dusky elegance, as well as an accessibility that nevertheless challenged the listener. Don’t miss out as Yamagata and her trio bring music to life on the Bait Shop stage. Sweet Surrender, Me & a Gun open; all ages; doors at 8pm; $12
Friday, February 4th – INLAND STREET THUG – Make sure you’re up in the BS for the debut of this local clutch of bashers. Though he’s the group’s vocalist, it’s what IST frontman Caged Animal doesn’t say that’s important. A menacing presence on stage and always a threat to eat the hearts of children (or impregnate pretty Latinas from the rough side of town), Caged Animal and his henchmen cut a trail of post-hardcore destruction from the Bait Shop pier to the center of the Inland Empire. All ages; doors at 8pm; $5
I LEARNED IT FROM YOU ALRIGHT?! I LEARNED IT FROM WATCHING YOU!
It’s only a matter of time until Seth yells that infamous Partnership for a Drug Free America line at Sanford Cohen, revealed only after he made the TV Dad leaderboard as being a weed head who likes kicking back with tequila and firebombing, full-figured hippie radicals. From the moment Sandy wavered on telling Kirsten about Rebecca, you knew the episode’s cliffhanger would be Kirsten’s discovery of said wool pull. Now that it’s happened there’s obviously trouble in Cohen paradise, though I don’t foresee a divorce, since the only available hookup for Kirsten is Jimmy, and they wrote his ass outta the show. Then again, she could technically make a move on Chino…
The comic book story arc remains a contentious one amongst the “OC” faithful. But now that Seth, Zach, and Summer’s little project has a backer in League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and Tom Strong publisher WildStorm (thereby baiting even more ire from types who think comic geek namedropping is worse an offense than indie music hipsterdom), the storyline isn’t going to die. And what about those drawings of Seth’s? Everyone who sees them is transfixed. Alex even suggests offhandedly that a Seth original on her wall will be worth loads of cash on E-Bay in the future. Summer’s certainly enamored. She’s blown away when Seth sketches her face in a chicken arm’d jiffy, and her vinyl outfit crinkles and cracks as sexual tension oozes from her pores. Yow! Those are some powerful sketches. Better than the powers Seth will inevitably give himself is his rendering of the Doe Eyed Fawn – Cosmo Girl, who never leaves HQ without her trusty magic flask. Reset: “Ew, you smell like Marissa!”
It’s aggravating that Sandy didn’t tell Kirsten about Rebecca. But it’s doubly aggravating that Max, Sandy’s esteemed Stanford law professor, turns into a helpless worrywart when it comes to clearing his estranged daughter’s name. How is this guy Sandy’s mentor? I know he’s sick, but motherfucker’s gotta remember SOMETHING about a-lawyerin’. He looks up at Sandy with water-rimmed eyes, simpering and whining about what’ll happen to Rebecca. It’s a turnaround on par with Janine Turner in Cliffhanger, who went from tough and confident mountain guide to Sly Stallone arm candy in the space of one run-in with Lithgow’s shitty villain accent. Note to Professor Max: Don’t just show up in Sandy’s life with a lit stick of dynamite and drop it on his foot.
Now that Kirsten knows about Rebecca and the Fugitive from Justice Changing Room located in the back of Sandy’s surf shop law office, I’m sure that that crazy heavyweight hippie’s name’ll be cleared toot suite. It’s a setup for something else, this shady past of Sanford’s; I just don’t know what yet. Maybe it’s time for Newport to try and withstand a surgical strike from Television’s Ultimate Weapon, Heather Locklear.
Not only did the White Devil christen Chino with an even better nickname, but he also says of the Inland Street Thug matter-of-factly: “I still question his motives.” Polite dinner conversation between Cal and the Firecracker re: their shared love of Brahms turns ugly when the Devil throws accusations and insults toward his legitimate daughter’s adopted son. Chino steps to Cal with teeth clenched and IST’s single “Fist in Face” pulsing through his temples, but before he can start throwing ‘bows the White Devil has a classic soap opera, grab-my-chest-and-wince heart attack. The Cohens and Lindsay repair to the hospital waiting room, and in a moment of zen Caleb realizes the errors of his ways. Supposedly. Let’s hope the mild angina doesn’t permanently turn on the White Devil’s heartlight, ’cause the “OC”‘s running out of mean people now that Ryan’s settling down.
Settling in are Alex and Marissa. They both know the Fawn is a few ropes of drool away from the nuthouse, but in the meantime they’re going to get their licks. Rachael Yamagata’s performance leads to hand-holding at the Bait Shop, and the breathless previews for next week implore us not to miss the “last five minutes.” Kissing on the Ferris wheel, same sex style? We’ll see. When and if Alex and Marissa do hook up, it’ll probably be a little awkward. They should probably buy some weed from Sandy, just in case.