Thursday, July 12, 2001
Backstage Café at the Forefront
The Beverly Hills club, which often features jam sessions, is making a name for itself.
By DIANNE BATES, Special to The Times

The Backstage Café's owner is Ian Copeland, who keeps things jumping behind, and in front of, the bar.
Photos by KEN HIVELY /
Los Angeles Times
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For the last couple of years, I've been going to Backstage Cafe in Beverly Hills to howl at the moon, but I put off writing about my secret place. The likes of Herbie Hancock, Slash, Sting, Elizabeth Hurley, Dr. Dre and Tom Hanks have done some howling there themselves--and we all liked the fact that Beverly Hills was the last place anyone would catch us.
How quickly things change. Beverly Hills, a community where venerable newsman Jerry Dunphy once ruled the somnambulistic club scene, is suddenly very hot. Now, those of us who managed to live through the
hedonistic '80s feel right at home at Ian Copeland's Backstage Cafe. L.A.'s top musicians not only show up here, but they frequently jam on
their off nights.
It's impossible to discuss Backstage Cafe without talking about owner Ian Copeland, one of the talented brothers who shaped rock music for the last 20 years. Stewart Copeland is a popular film composer and former drummer for the Police, Miles is the former CEO of IRS Records, and Ian
is a booker-agent-promoter who booked Police tours and at one time had
the Go-Go's, the Bangles, Squeeze, R.E.M. and other early MTV bands on
his roster. Ian owns most of the club (other owners being his brothers,
Tony Broccoli and Jerry Moss), and to say he's hands-on would be an
understatement. Ian actually hangs out behind the bar and shouts
salutations from his perch.
One night, a rare police car chase ripped down usually quiet Brighton
Way. A knife was thrown out of the fleeing car's window and Ian leaped
into the street screaming, "Crime scene! Crime scene! Don't touch the
evidence!" much to the squealing delight of the William Morris girls at
the sidewalk tables. Without a doubt, Ian's antics keep the place
jumpin'.
He has decorated his club like a hip New York City hangout, with deep
red walls, comfortable modern seating and huge black-and-white prints
from his photographer pals. Gold records also line the walls, adding a
recording studio air to the place. In an upstairs loft crash pad,
Copeland keeps instruments for impromptu jams. Tuesdays are a good night
for music, especially when promoter Pumpkin Pie calls her musician pals
to show up to gig and gawk.
Ian's daughter, Barbara, is Backstage Cafe's resident chef, and she
does a killer job of mixing it up, menu-wise. The main menu is a
reasonably priced offering of California cuisine with French, Italian and
Middle Eastern dishes thrown in for good measure. On Wednesdays, the
kitchen prepares a selection from The Times' Food section. (A disclaimer
on the menu states, "not to imply any endorsement from the Los Angeles
Times.") Starting at 7 p.m. on Sundays, the club features a "Backstage
Barbecue" with a picnic-style menu.
General Manager Joules is as omnipresent as you'd expect a young blond
god to be. He makes sure the mix of musicians, celebs, model-esque
tummy-baring babes (and the older men who chase them) are having a good
time, along with the rest of us.
Ian expanded the club last year and added a gift shop that sells
everything from Betty Page mugs to autographed copies of his
autobiography, "Wild Thing," a rough-and-tumble examination of a
childhood in Beirut, his Vietnam duty and the arrival of punk in America (with his assistance, of course). The book also includes plenty of pictures of his ex-girlfriend, Courteney Cox. Yup, Ian knew her when she was a mere extra in a Bruce Springsteen video. Now, she's just a Friend who drops in from time to time.
There are now Backstage Cafes in Virginia and Australia, but Ian's pet project has a much more intimate and in-the-know feel than the touristy Planet Hollywood franchise. Be advised, though, that intimacy with someone besides your mate is not a good idea. Backstage features a Web cam that is available on the club Web site. You may lie, but the camera doesn't.
Backstage Café, 9433 Brighton Way, Beverly Hills. Open 11 a.m.-2 a.m. daily. No cover. (310) 777-0252. http://www.backstagecafe.com.
Copyright 2001 Los Angeles Times
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