Dave Young’s Warehouse

Dave’s fucking warehouse (located in the extra shady part of downtown) is about the most underground venue I’ve ever been to while in Los Angeles.
The stage is a fucking half pipe!!!- through which you have to pass in order to get to one of the shittiest bathrooms in Los Angeles (no lie… think Trainspotting).
I enjoy doing some great people watching here. and not just because of all the too-​cool-​for-​school types that come to this venue (i’ve spotted some suicide girls in fact), but mostly because of that damn half pipe!
Its set up for total disaster… one has to cross this smooth curved wooden obstacle, and do so in front of the entire crowd of people and directly to the left of the performing band. Picture as individuals (specially those in high heels) attempt to hold their balance while drunk!!!
don’t knock out a mic stand and look like a douche.
Once in the bathroom (quite possibly THE shittiest bathroom in Los Angeles) be sure to remember the sliding door which hides inside the wall. I did not know this on my first visit and simply had a friend cover the door while i peed. good times. interesting times. met a lot of people that way.
The warehouse is free, but they generally accept donations of $ 5 (which quite often become highly suggested and enforced the later you arrive at the venue). But cut them a break eh! they’re good people… basically opening their place up for a public party! woohooo.
There is a bar. with your standard liquor i believe (although i have never ordered a drink other than Pabst’s here). What you should really do is bring your own beer (specially considering that most shows offered here are set up pretty much unofficially and you never know if they’ll have enough booze or any at all).
The venue is a pretty standard warehouse… the walls have some cool art on them … the top of the half pipe is a great place to watch the show from– if you can manage to be one of the smooth individuals to successfully climb up there without looking like a total idiot.
Out back is were the fun happens. Big pile of dirt (although they’ve cleaned the place up a bit… used to be able to climb it. now its fenced off). Theres Some left over wood (which they love if you can help them dispose of it– my roommate took a few pieces home for some paintings once)… basically the back looks like a dump. Guys pissing, left over garbage, bowls being smoked, illicit business being handled.
I mostly hung out here over a year ago when i knew of a doom or metal band that was playing a show… and i have seen some amazing shows here (some so amazing i hardly remember a thing!).
I have showed up, however, on a random night once and not been completely disappointed.
i fucking love the good ol’ warehouse!!! too bad i haven’t been in quite a while. most shows i saw here were put on by overcast events. now they’re all at other venues like the mountain bar… i guess Dave must just be enjoying his half pipe all to himself.