Voltaire WPB is an intimate upstairs club with old-fashioned couches by plastic pink-petaled trees. Huge Edison-style bulbs light the bar. Silent images from Stanley Kubrick movies are being projected in a palimpsest of colors on the wall behind the stage: Shelley Duvall screaming in “The Shining,” Keir Dullea’s placid face in “2001: A Space Odyssey,” Jack Nicholson disappearing into a frozen maze.
The bartender made me a gin cocktail with a slice of citrus floating in it that looked like a flower. Ben Katzman’s DeGreaser plays a song called “Jontraband” in which Katzman shouts, “Oh how I wish I was…” and the crowd responds, “John Travolta.”
Las Rosas headlined the show, a blast of shimmering guitars and melodic, psychedelic rock. The lead singer looked like Lou Reed on the cover of “Transformer.” I took some video and danced with this edgy woman who sort of freaked me out.