This Week’s L.A. Happenings: Catchy Pop Concert, Super Serious Show, & Dan Sung Sa

WEDNESDAY: Catchy Pop Music Hits The Echo
If slinking toward a member of the opposite sex, drink in hand, amid pulsing, catchy music is your thing, then head over to The Echo on Wednesday, when Sir Sly, Kitten, Onuinu, and DJ Captain Cuts perform their swerve-inducing melodies. And it’s free.
The Echo (1822 W. Sunset Blvd, Echo Park) Check the listing at BlackBook Guides for the inside scoop.

THURSDAY: The Super Serious Side Of Humor
Every month at 8pm inside the historic Café Club Fais Do-Do, the super fun Super Serious Show takes over to bring you one of the best nights of comedy in L.A. This show has everything from free cookies (Kyle’s Cookies), wine (Cube Café), beer (Eagle Rock Brewery/PBR) and drinks (Aqua Hydrate). Beyond all of that, it’s an evening watching your favorite comic geniuses like Paul F. Tompkins (Comedy Central, Conan, Best Week Ever) Andy Haynes (Conan, Late Night With Jimmy Fallon) and Bobcat Goldthwaite (Jimmy Kimmel Live, Chappelle’s Show) take the stage. Missing this show is like staying at home on New Year’s Eve to find ingrown hairs.  Go.
Super Serious Show is happening at Café Club Fais Do-Do (5253 W. Adams Blvd., South L.A.) at 7pm. Order $10 tickets online here or get $15 ones, cash only, at the door. Visit the listing for the Café at BlackBook Guides.

NOW: Dan Sung Sa: The Dive Bar With Heart And Seoul
It’s late; the party’s over, and hunger pains have set in – a common problem arising from eating cocktails for dinner. The solution lies within the dimly-lit Dan Sung Sa, a Korean eatery that feels more like a kitschy beach house than a canteen in the heart of Korea town. This izakaya-esque joint is perfect for large groups, late-night eats, and appetites for adventure. It’s been Anthony Bourdain-approved and modeled after pojangmachas: small food tents that popped up after the war and now roam the streets of Seoul selling tapas. Hite and Soju flow like water, and the menu has more selection than a 40-year-old on Match.com.
Dan Sung Sa (3317 W. 6th St., Koreatown) is now open. Read the listing at BlackBook Guides for the inside info.

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Patrick Swayze Shows Off his Disco Moves in 1979 PBR Commercial

Before PBR was appropriated by hipster culture and crowned their beer of choice, it was hip (at least according to this commercial and commercials are always correct, right?) with the spandex bell bottom wearing, cocaine snorting, disco crowd. The one and only god of dirty dancing, the late Patrick Swayze, shows off his amazing skills in a 1979 commercial for the brew. It’s the best thing you’ll see all day. It’s got neon lights, perfectly coifed and bouncy feathered hair, and a jingle that’ll make you want to point your finger in the air while jutting out your hip every time you see a Pabst can.

Tell me this isn’t entirely perfect.

Miller High Life Forced to Go Upscale as the Cool Kids Stick With Swill

When the subject of hipsters comes up, I often find myself rising to their defense. It’s not that I’m enamored of their skinny jeans, asymmetrical haircuts, or studied nonchalance, it’s that it’s just a style, no more deserving of vitriol than any other fashion subgroup. Bankers wear hair gel and suspenders, mooks wear Ed Hardy shirts and Bluetooth headsets, rockabillies don leather jackets and blue jeans, and hipsters wear, well, whatever hipsters are wearing this week. Sure they’re ripe for teasing, but so is everyone else. At least they’re making an attempt to look interesting. If they wore sweatpants and football jerseys every day, would they bother people any less? And yet, there is one aspect of hipsterdom that’s simply indefensible: their predilection for Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. No two ways about it, PBR tastes awful. Which makes it especially sad that equally cheap brew Miller High Life has quit trying to woo the hipster market, reverting to its roots as a premium beer—an even more difficult case to make.

Like hipsters, Miller High Life can also be difficult to defend. It’s not “good” like a bottle of, say, Brooklyn Pilsner, but it does occupy a sweet spot in the market as the cheapest drinkable beer, sharing the title—and shelf space in the bodega cooler—with nearly identical-tasting brews like Budweiser and Coors. You’d have to be one of those female beer-tasting wizards to tell the difference between them, but at least they’re proper beers, and beer, like pizza, sex, and sunshine, is inherently a good thing.

PBR is not proper beer—it’s pure swill. It is undrinkable. And its popularity among hipsters proves that, in matters of flavor at least, they definitely prefer style over substance. I guess there’s something about holding an aluminum can sporting that handsome blue ribbon the brand won back in 1893 when it was selected as America’s Best. Those must have been bleak days for beer drinkers.

Despite costing the same and having the added bonus of actually being drinkable, Miller High Life never caught on among hipsters. This is incomprehensible to me. The label is ripe for ironic brand worship. The slender bottles are almost sexy, and the gold cans with the green-and-white stripe are positively handsome. And the tagline “the Champagne of Beers” is great for making jokes about. Best of all, the name: High Life. High, like with weed. Get it?

No, they don’t get it. Those darn hipsters will continue to prop up the completely undeserving PBR, forcing Miller High Life to attempt to reenter the premium beer category. It won’t succeed. But who knows, maybe its fancy new Girl-in-the-Moon logo will resonate with the next generation of hipsters. Maybe there’s something to the idea of “drinkability” after all. In the meantime, when I’m down to my last $1.75 and want a brew to wash down the two plain slices I just bought, I’ll reach for one of those 24-ounce supercans at the bodega and live my own high life, uncool as it may be.