Jane Street residents could have it worse-- they could live in the NYCHA buildings on 10th ave between 25-28th streets.
imagine putting your kids to sleep with a sea of honking taxi's, the sirens from jersey kids getting arrested, and drunk girls yelling "LETS GO TO MARH-KEE."
Oh, if only they had enough money to move to Jane St.
(btw mayor bloomberg..they let us smoke inside the jane!)
@samplesize me: i live in one of those awful projects buildings you are referring to. but just to set the record straight--you're confusing the projects with co-ops. penn south in chelsea was a development for the ladies garment workers union, there is only one building that is NYCHA on 25th between 9th and 10th (and another on 9th between 17th and 18th) . and believe me, jane street has it MUCH worse with the meatpacking encroaching upon them.
I have nothing but pleasant memories of the Jane Street Hotel. Some of them involve John Cameron Mitchell and some involve a young man from Switzerland and the "Ziggy Stardust" album on a loop all night long.
I am confused as to what the point is here. It seems that this is a question of fact. Did or did not JH pledge on its liquor license application to keep noise to background levels only, and is noise in fact exceeding those levels?
Very simple, really.
People -- yes, even people living in Manhattan -- have a right to a reasonable level of quiet in a residential neighborhood. They have no obligation to forego that right so that SATC wannabes can make a whole lot of noise for three years while wearing clothes and shoes that often are not flattering to their body types before they realize that living in the city is hard and expensive and doesn't involve a whole lot of clubbing.
Excelent breakdown of the death of a club, Brian. Substitute "scolari's office" for "jane hotel" and you've gone all the way to north park, san diego in the blink of an eye.
When I was 17 I moved to manhattan and lived at the Jane West Hotel (parenthetically please add the tedious, as it was then called). It was a 10x8 room and shared showers. The clientele were either crazies or European kids on a tour (we didn't call them Eurotrash yet!). I was the only clueless refugee from the suburbs living there, so clueless that though a Dylan fan I had not yet heard of the Chelsea Hotel and therefore did not realize I was living out my youthful decadence and confusion on the wrong block. The movie Liquid Sky came out about then and the line, I was raised in Conecticut to come to NY and be alternative (or to that effect) summed up my adventure. I come from Connecticut and kill with my pussy is anatomically inappropriate for me.
I remember one guy who used to sit on the landing reading Heidegger. And the time I woke up late and ran to the roof to gauge what time it was and there was a cruiseship going down the Hudson and you couldn't even see NJ it was so big. The guy and the cruiseships are gone, I suppose.
Yes. Exactly what @CaptainFantastic said. Plus, any celeb hangout is never cool. Having celebrities at your club is a sure shot way to attract bridge and tunnel detritus and others who can't read past a Page Six level. You want to know where to go that's fun, cool, and won't get your face doing bad things on a camera phone? A loft party. And you're probably not invited. Sorry.
The place portrayed in the above pic looks about as cool as a wedding reception at the really-nice Elks Club just outside a posh suburb of Philly. Look, there's your younger cousin Stacy, your Uncle who's just a few years older than you, the jackass groomsman, and groom's little brother's band who was actually really good.
@CaptainFantastic: You know, it's strange how everyone that suggests that a place is "not cool", when presenting an alternative always lists somewhere else that is "not cool".
So let's see you step up. Where do you go? Let's let you list things and then everyone else who lives in NY can judge you.
@Pope John Peeps II: I opined that the scene presented in the included photo did not look cool. Then, I made up an alternate story about the photo. I have never been to Philly or The Jane Hotel either. Perhaps the Jane Hotel is a fun place.
I'm well past the phase of going to "hotspots." I prefer to hang at friends places, shows, festivals, and the occasional bar. Certainly we're not going require that one be an elite in the fields which one critisizes, are we?
I liked it better when it was a shithole, and they had the original run of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Still the best concert I have ever been to, and it was actually a play!
@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)
09/21/09
imagine putting your kids to sleep with a sea of honking taxi's, the sirens from jersey kids getting arrested, and drunk girls yelling "LETS GO TO MARH-KEE."
Oh, if only they had enough money to move to Jane St.
(btw mayor bloomberg..they let us smoke inside the jane!)
09/22/09
09/21/09
09/21/09
Sigh. I am olden.
09/21/09
Very simple, really.
People -- yes, even people living in Manhattan -- have a right to a reasonable level of quiet in a residential neighborhood. They have no obligation to forego that right so that SATC wannabes can make a whole lot of noise for three years while wearing clothes and shoes that often are not flattering to their body types before they realize that living in the city is hard and expensive and doesn't involve a whole lot of clubbing.
09/21/09
09/21/09
I miss that fuckin place.
09/21/09
I remember one guy who used to sit on the landing reading Heidegger. And the time I woke up late and ran to the roof to gauge what time it was and there was a cruiseship going down the Hudson and you couldn't even see NJ it was so big. The guy and the cruiseships are gone, I suppose.
09/21/09
09/21/09
The place portrayed in the above pic looks about as cool as a wedding reception at the really-nice Elks Club just outside a posh suburb of Philly. Look, there's your younger cousin Stacy, your Uncle who's just a few years older than you, the jackass groomsman, and groom's little brother's band who was actually really good.
09/21/09
So let's see you step up. Where do you go? Let's let you list things and then everyone else who lives in NY can judge you.
09/21/09
I'm well past the phase of going to "hotspots." I prefer to hang at friends places, shows, festivals, and the occasional bar. Certainly we're not going require that one be an elite in the fields which one critisizes, are we?
09/21/09
09/21/09
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
08/15/09
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)
08/15/09
08/15/09