@bryanthelion: Oh congress got involved and passed a law that would spread racketeering charges around to anyone involved with throwing warehouse parties should drugs be found at the party. (Including DJs, Warhouse owners, party promoters, people running the door. Anyone but attendees practically)
Put a bit of a damper on the the thing. Which was exactly the idea.
Well, those candy kids grew up. They're CPAs and lawyers and slogging their way through residencies. And I'm not talking about being a DJ, here. That's why the club scene is getting pushed. We're all getting old and the young kids aren't into dancing all night to DJ Micro whilst rolling.
See the windowsill two feet above the Beatrice awning? That's the lady's apartment in the Times article. Imagine? I love the pic of her looking so traumatized, so haunted, by hearing "Stuck In The Middle With You", night after night.. it's like, Darfur, or something.
Actually, I sort of symapthize. Being forced to Look At This Fucking Hipster literally, every night, must have driven her and her four cats insane.
@Baroness: I know you're being humorous regarding the poor lady that lives upstairs...but I truly have no sympathy for these people. It's beyond me why people move downtown (or even to NY), ultimately complaining about the noise or people or whatever. It's a city with 8 million living tenants, free (or...should I say..they should be free) to walk around all night, smoking cigarettes, making music, or socializing on a street corner.
I'm sick of people trying to recreate their surroundings, instead of simply adapting or moving the fuck on. And I'm a semi-old.
Move to Larchmont, where you can light a tiki-torch, pour a glass of wine, and watch Squeaky the squirrel saunter by.
@takeouteurotrash: Hear fucking hear, the sequel. If you want quiet, move to Westchester. This is the City That Never Sleeps, or did you miss the memo? Get a pair of fucking earplugs, you old crones.
The Christopher St. bars are falling victim to this as well. They practically have to don black cloaks and tiptoe out of the places in the wee hours for fear of a noise complaint. The world is upside down.
@takeouteurotrash: What a load of horseshit. Adapt or move on? Are you fucking kidding me. I am sure the woman who lives there was living there before those useless fucking Sevignys showed up. The fact that you believe an old woman should move out of her (probably rent controlled) apartment because a club hack showed up downstairs who merely has the luck of having a talentless sister willing to suck cock on screen, shows how vile a fuck you are. Go play in traffic, asshole.
@resipsaloquacious: "The fact that you believe an old woman should move out of her (probably rent controlled) apartment because a club hack showed up downstairs who merely has the luck of having a talentless sister willing to suck cock on screen, shows how vile a fuck you are."
@unclevanya: And west chelsea, east village, financial district...and on and on. I blame it on procreation and (as the article points out) the olds moving in. Give us the whores on West St. or burn the MPD down.
As much as resipsaloquacious wants to rip me down, I implore anyone to visit a 'town hall' meeting and experience the wrath of new parents in the neighborhood. The best part is that everyone's a lawyer (albeit unemployed). They treat it like moot court.
To say nothing of this commentary, which is like a little NIMBY play in 3 acts. Everybody wants nightlife, nobody wants to sleep next to it. That's why we have eminent domain and why ordinary people aren't allowed to make decisions.
@takeouteurotrash: for me it's the rave I went to at a pig farm in '97. That was a banner year I guess. I slept on some hay and and almost froze to death. Good times.
@Banjo-Sea Kitten: Ah, see that's bad etiquette. When I visited Detroit that fateful night, they'd (the promoters, or gutter punks, or drug dealers (pick one)) duct taped black plastic bags (cut and spread like sheets) against the walls, to trap the heat. Supposedly, being malnourished, parched, and confined within a space burning at 105 degrees gets the most bang for your buck, re: drugs.
@Banjo-Sea Kitten: Oh, it's much worse than that. You have to burn your pink wig, taper those kik-wear pants, and eat the candy bracelet around your wrist. An arduous task (or set, thereof), if I do say so myself.
"Shaking hands with one that smells of patchoulii does not a good business partner or lover make." (Pascal, 1653)
"He hangs out with waitresses, and sometimes comes back after a big night and takes the waitresses shopping," said one nightlife insider. "The girls die for a client like that. If they get someone like Father Greg, they know they're going to have a good night.".
08/16/09
I was out in the Hamptons on Saturday. THIS ol' song was being played, and people were dancing.
08/16/09
08/15/09
These kids are doing it wrong!
09/04/09
Put a bit of a damper on the the thing. Which was exactly the idea.
08/15/09
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08/15/09
Actually, I sort of symapthize. Being forced to Look At This Fucking Hipster literally, every night, must have driven her and her four cats insane.
08/15/09
I'm sick of people trying to recreate their surroundings, instead of simply adapting or moving the fuck on. And I'm a semi-old.
Move to Larchmont, where you can light a tiki-torch, pour a glass of wine, and watch Squeaky the squirrel saunter by.
08/15/09
The Christopher St. bars are falling victim to this as well. They practically have to don black cloaks and tiptoe out of the places in the wee hours for fear of a noise complaint. The world is upside down.
08/15/09
08/16/09
Read the NYT article and report back.
08/16/09
As much as resipsaloquacious wants to rip me down, I implore anyone to visit a 'town hall' meeting and experience the wrath of new parents in the neighborhood. The best part is that everyone's a lawyer (albeit unemployed). They treat it like moot court.
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08/16/09
To say nothing of this commentary, which is like a little NIMBY play in 3 acts. Everybody wants nightlife, nobody wants to sleep next to it. That's why we have eminent domain and why ordinary people aren't allowed to make decisions.
08/16/09
08/15/09
Plastikman? Anyone? Anyone at all?
08/15/09
08/15/09
Good times in the Motor City.
08/15/09
08/15/09
"Shaking hands with one that smells of patchoulii does not a good business partner or lover make." (Pascal, 1653)
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"He hangs out with waitresses, and sometimes comes back after a big night and takes the waitresses shopping," said one nightlife insider. "The girls die for a client like that. If they get someone like Father Greg, they know they're going to have a good night.".
Yep, sounds perfectly innocent.
12/28/08
12/28/08
Seriously, don't priests take a vow of poverty, or is that just for Catholic priests? Or is that just the nuns?
12/28/08
I don't know what the deal is, but I would imagine there will be some poor folk in his congregation giving him the evil eyeball today.
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