A half a dozen emails and a bunch of texts were a waste as tech problems plagued what was otherwise a stupendous party last night at Yotel. There were three DJs. I needed CDs, Roxy Cottontail, turntables, and Guy Furrow just needed a Serato hook up. I was stunned by minutes that seemed like centuries as techies fumbled with wires. My mood reflected in my set; I have to learn not to let the tech problems, the bad song requesters, and other distractions affect me. I am, after all, a professional disc jockey. Lady Starlight was scheduled as well, but a last minute bit of confusion sent her elsewhere. I caught her as she was leaving and I was arriving. She was fabulous head-to-toe and with a brilliant smile. I’m trying to reschedule to spin with her and interview her as well. Patrick Duffy put together last night’s shindig and he is just undeniable. The crowd was beautiful, fun, and dressed up.
Some old friend of mine was talking my ear off about the good ol’ days and I stopped her and pointed to the room. The crowd wasn’t living in any past. They were reveling in the present and defining the future. Nightlife is expanding in every direction, with every nook and cranny occupied by partying swells, mooks, or trannies. Nightlife is as vibrant as I can ever remember it. Sure, it’s not as druggy as those good ol’ days – although there are some who will disagree as they chase down another Molly. Yes, the creatures that go bump in the night still do bumps in the night, and heroin chic still has its lemmings. With most joints actually closing at 4am and our house party culture not as defined as LA or Miami, we are a bit tamer in the drug department. New York is still a working town, even for the unemployed. Creatures of the night often find creative ways to eat. The hotel club culture continues to lead us into this young decade. Yotel is beautiful, fun, and has a brilliant staff. They could use a techie … if you know anybody.
Earlier in the day, I took a meeting at The Bowery Diner, conveniently located around the corner from Elsinore, which I am designing. It is starting to look real solid and soon I’ll tell you all about it. The Bowery Diner looks amazing, has a familiar and brilliant staff, but fell way short of expectations. I read the reviews when I had a moment to see if my experience was unique, but sadly it wasn’t. I seems there are a lot of kinks to be worked out. My experience started at 4:30pm with a couple of business associates. I asked a hostess as we entered if we could sit and get some coffee and pie. We were told yes and seated in a booth. When the waitress arrived I was told that I actually could not get pie until 5pm. I thought she was kidding. I then asked for an egg cream advertised on the wall behind the counter. I was told nope, 5pm too. It seemed silly with only a few minutes between me and double happiness but she denied me both. I settled for a cup of java and a donut. It was a good donut but it didn’t scratch my pie itch. I might come back, but it seemed like they didnt really care about me all that much. The location right next to that art museum and its lovely modern retro dècor will make them a hit, I’m sure, but I left with a pie itch that can be scratched at other nearby joints.
The Biters, one of the bands Handsome Dick Manitoba said he was into in yesterday’s interview are playing tonight at The Bowery Electric. Friends are telling me they are just great. I can’t attend, as I am DJing my regular set of irregular music to an eclectic crowd at Hotel Chantelle tonight. There’s lots of news coming on that front and I will keep you posted.