Anchored Away At Sailor Jerry’s 102nd Birthday At Passenger Bar

Passenger Bar burst onto the Williamsburg scene a minute ago, and last night it was packed to its fabulous wood rafters with hipsters and tattoo aficionados. The occasion was Sailor Jerry’s 102nd birthday. Good ol’ Jerry has of course shuffled off this mortal coil, but he’s left a legacy of tattoo flash art which adorns a huge segment of our population. I’ve got about 10 tattoos inspired by the old seaman. And last night I got #11 after DJing a very eclectic rock set for the attendees. The incredible folks from Three Kings Tattoo did 102 anchors for the crowd. Photographer Nate "Igor" Smith captured the affair.

In between tracks, I glad-handed friends who came to say hey. A passionate lass said that she has so much fun in Brooklyn that she has to force herself to go to something in Manhattan. It’s not quite like that for me yet but  it’s getting close. Word is that all quarters of Manhattan-based marketing/hospitality groups are getting ready to jump on the BK bandwagon. It’s better out here on so many levels that I don’t even think an influx of Johnny or Jenny come late-ies will spoil the fun.

Last night was perfect. I loved playing to the great crowd, and the event and space were amazing. The only blemish was some truly annoying girl who decided she wanted to hear something that she wanted to hear. I politely told her no when she insisted on GaGa. She seemed unable to understand that it wasn’t going to mix well with the Danzig I was playing. Then she decided that she needed to hear the Violent Femmes, a perfectly reasonable request since I often include them in my set. I told her I would play them later as I was in a Melvins tip at that time. She insisted. I politely said no. She wouldn’t accept no. Strange, since from the looks of her, she probably rarely gets anyone to say yes.

DJs are not jukeboxes. I sometimes take requests, but more often than not I don’t. Most people don’t even think about doing it. To play a particular track at a particular time that would satisfy just one or a few persons is often bad for all. Rarely does a request fit in. When it does, I play it when I can fit it in. This little dweeb wanted her song now and called me an asshole and things like that. It was amusing. She said she was on some “tattoo reality TV show.” So with that and this, she has already had her 15 minutes of fame. Now she gets to spend the rest of her life just being lame.

For my part, I’m going to build a better mouse trap. When designing new DJ booths, I will strive to make them ugly-little-disgusting-annoying-patron proof. I will figure out a way to pull the curtain or close the door or lower the shades or have a cattle prod pop out. Usually people are understanding, but occasionally you get a won’t-take-no-for-an-answer nobody. 

My First Time: Last Night At Beauty & Essex

Beauty & Essex is one of those places that fell into my social cracks. Believe me; there are many of those and other categories of cracks and, yes, I’m starting to see wrinkles around my eyes. My birthday (Feb. 2nd) is coming up and, well, it’s just starting out to be one of those days. Probably because it was just one of those nights. Anyway, before last night, I had never been to Beauty & Essex. I’ll let the "what kind of nightlife writer do you pretend to be?” lines get out of the way and just say… "it happens.”

Chris Santos, the owner/operator, has invited me a zillion times, and I adore him and respect the brand a lot but…it happens. So last night, I finally went to Beauty & Essex, and it was for bon vivant and scallywag Dave Delzio’s birthday bash. He was there – a hundred familiar people told me – but, alas, I couldn’t find him for an hour. As I was leaving, I finally spotted the rock and roll-club promoter. Dave showed me his new neck tattoos and I asked him a few questions about growing up.

How old are you and what do you have to be most proud of on this day?
I’m 38 and I’m dating the most beautiful girl in the world and I couldn’t be happier?

Why do this party at Beauty & Essex?
Chris Santos is my best friend and it always feels like home here

What do you want to be when you grow up?
You !!

One of the attendees at Dave’s birthday bash was the charming and disarming El (Lindsay) Grace, a beautiful, fresh, up-and-coming model/photographer. Her band, El Grace, will be performing its new age, ambient, psych folk offerings at The Delancey this coming Monday at 10pm. She will be celebrating her birthday at the gig. I would be there but I’m DJing at the new Passenger Bar for Sailor Jerry’s Birthday. Unfortunately, Sailor Jerry will be a for sure no-show.

Speaking of, Charlie Sheen was a no-show at the New York screening after-party for A Glimpse Inside the Mind of Charles Swan III at Hotel Chantelle. Still, there were plenty of celebrities to gawk at from Chantelle’s roof. I arrived as it was winding down; the staff was abuzz about the likes of Swan III director Roman Coppola’s clan which included Francis Ford Coppola, Sophia Coppola, Eleanor Copolla, Jason Scwartzman, Sean Lennon, Anna Sui, Fred Armisen, Alan Cumming, Tennessee Thomas, Alexa Chung, and someone said Bill Murray attended as well. 

Note: today is Pat Benatar’s birthday…she’s 60! And I’ll be honoring her in my set tonight at Hotel Chantelle.