Short Version: Awesome Dive Bar with great music, people, staff and drinks. Take note; this is a DIVE bar. If you are expecting bottle service, limos, celebs, bling, booty shaking or any other "high class" amenities do not come here. Downtown has plenty of locations to serve you.
Good Version:
It was summer of 04 when I discovered what was going to become my home away from home, on Thursdays, for many years to come, aptly named Live Wire. These were the halcyon years and scenesters were in full bloom. Shark Attack spun for us, pint sized Crown and Cokes flowed from the heavens and cash only was the currency of the realm. This was the greatest dive bar in all the land, or at least San Diego and most of LA. The bartenders knew us, the bouncers always had good stories and the patrons usually had the good sense to stop playing pool around 11:15 as the crowds moved in and filled the crimson pleather booths as well as every available inch of space from bathroom to bathroom. Dancing was tolerated only in the 3 feet in front of the Jukebox and the far corner by the pool table at very long increments. In front was usually a gathering of just as many kids taking their turn smoking and conversing, usually about the next or previous nights events. Nothing but the nightlife existed for us. Multi-colored hair draped over peoples faces was a sight as far as the eye could see. The dudes rocked girls black jeans, many sizes too small, black screamo band t-shirts and more eye-makeup than Sher. The girls would come sporting the finest 80's inspired home brewed fashion and accessories ready to spread their legs for any dude with a fauxhawk and an eating disorder. This truly was a magical place where no down-townie or PB flunky would dare step foot.
But alas, nothing lasts forever, and so the short lived but memorable Live Wire scenester revolution had come and gone. As the word spread about Live Wire, and North Park in general, a more main stream crowd moved in and with it changes came. Noise complaints, culture shock and crowd tension led this once exalted yet squalid and dilapidated place to almost fade. Drinks became measured, credit cards became standard and the sea of eye shadow had become a sea of popped collars and club wear. It was a dark dark time for the fringe kids and the great exodus from the Wire occurred, leaving the trend hoppers to have their fill.
Little did we know that it was only the beginning. As this once minority dominated and criminally abundant neighborhood started to improve more and more higher class locations started to pop up. Dive bars were torn down and in their place abominations were erected. Scholaris Office became The Office...Shooters....our training ground....became True North. Yet some how, Live Wire stood its ground and survived in tact.
I had taken a 2 year hiatus away from Live Wire in the height of the takeover, but I recently returned only to be pleasantly surprised. The scene might be dead, but all the things that made us love Live Wire are still there. The red mood lighting. The pleather booths. The dingy bathrooms. The wonderful staff. The strong drinks. The great beer selection. It is all still here, and even though many of us are now older, calmer and more clean cut, this wonderful shit-hole in the wall will always be our Cheers. read more