Saturday - 02/02/08
Saturday afternoon, I hung out with some friends in their ABC City apartment and saw some art. I had a Vietnamese dinner with Ulysses where we discussed the finer points of "Faster, Pussycat! Kill Kill!" and how we could re-create a Russ Meyer-esque short film.
Saturday night began at LC's Chinatown loft, with cheap white wine and smooth Soviet vodka. It migrated to Audrey's house party north of Union Square. Her spacious living room boasts a mounted, brass stripper pole. I danced around the pole but, sadly do not possess pole-dancing skills requisite to impress a crowd... The stripper pole wasn't being properly utilized by anyone, so after a few drinks and some nice conversation, I left with Zeke and Ed. But not before taking advantage of Audrey's roof with a mini-photo-shoot. Lovely view, eh?
We headed to #1China where we were greeted by a distinctly i-banker-y crowd of dowdy Indian and Asian professionals lumbering to the mainstream hip-hop of 2002. Not my scene! Ed convinced me that Sullivan Room was the place to be. Hybrid was spinning. I saw Hybrid open for Moby, like 8 years ago... I haven't been to a trance show since 2003... I was game.
Unfortunately, Sullivan Room--underground and under-ventilated--was overrun by guidos, button-downs, and reformed ravers. None had updated their personal style since trance music was in style--some were dancing with glowsticks (eek!), all were trying unsuccessfully to relive their Ecstasy Honeymoon of Limelight nights past. A sorry sight, indeed!
I nonetheless enjoyed myself. Glowsticks and all, there was something nostalgic, endearing, and (dare I say) fresh, about hearing trance music again--live and in performance.
