w/ DJ Duane, Felix & Chris Burns
Tonight was full of what Flickr calls “interestingness”. The night before, on Thursday, Club 5 owners Hooman and Tim sold the place to some folks who apparently want to put one more high-priced VIP chicken coop to that wee strip of 18th street. Just a matter of time before that ice bucket table service comes to the Fuddruckers next door. Anyhow, I found out about the sale as part of a wider explanation as to why the sound wasn’t really working, and how Hooman — who’s probably dancing naked in Sao Paolo by this time — was the only one who really knew how the system wired. Not too long after I got there tho, the sound was back up. But I helped fix that about 20 minutes later when I stumbled in the booth, causing one of the turntables to skip, which clipped the amps and triggered some sort of circuit breaker. After the amps got rebooted, the sound was straight for the rest of the night. Not so much the photos, tho, since I got pretty bent by the time DJ Duane was on; hellooo outtakes.
What was really funny though was how I took this utterly nukular dump earlier, when the night was young and the porcelain still virginal. About an hour later I went back upstairs bar, noticed how it smelled like a month of air refreshener and asked the bartender if they were doing laundry or something. Apparently someone rocked the men’s bathroom with the smelliest dump since back when dumps became uncool …
I R N YR PLAYC RITE NOW. KTHXBYE.
February 19, 2008 at 9:05 amTim and Hooman didn’t own Five someone else did those two just made tons of money off it and from the sound of it, made a little too much if the owner wasn’t getting enough and decided to sell it. Can’t wait to see yet another attempt at a “glam” shiny and Brett Michael’s-esque attempt at a “rock” club when the owner reinvents it a la a prettier version of the hotel. (oh wait Tatu already did that)
February 20, 2008 at 12:16 pm
you’re never coming over to my place Fitsum. ever.
February 19, 2008 at 3:30 am