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Frankie Knuckles, Birthdays and Pie Hole Closing

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This Memorial Day weekend was pretty darn fun, and the warm weather collectively lifted everyone’s spirits. Thursday at 6pm I head over to the Silver Room for the Leela James listening party with Ron Trent followed by our weekly residency Urban’s House at Betty’s Blue Star.

Ron Trent @ the Silver Room.

FAKE BIRTHDAYS ARE GOOD BIRTHDAYS
Friday I get a mysterious package from family, and there’s a card that says “Happy Birthday!” My birthday isn’t until September, and my family is spot on with remembering each other’s birthdays so I was extra confused. But oh my what a lucky day it was for me….a gorgeous (and very real) Louie Vuitton bag was in the package!!! I’m not exactly sure whether the “mistake” was real, a joke or what, but I’ll be sashaying down Michigan Avenue with that baby like a little cunta to get my bitch walk on!!!

ALL WET
Saturday early morning I take my nephew dog Benny (he lives upstairs now with my biz partner Terry after one too many fights with my dog Luigi) to the dog park up by Lawrence for some exercise and doggie social hour. It was so hot that he plopped down in front of the drain and open sprinkler hose, giving me the honor of having the really wet, long-haired dog running around trying to play with everybody.

Benny after playing in front of the sprinkler in the dog park.

SATURDAY NIGHT PARTY
Saturday evening it was time for both work and fun, as I had to hit up a couple of parties to take footage of the DJs. We began the night at Frankie Knuckles’ new monthly residency at Crimson Lounge. I had an absolute blast, the crowd was not your typical House crowd (more weekend folks really) which was fine by me. We sat in the back with D/E Entertainment’s Frederick Dunson (Frankie’s manager) and got to mooch off the free liquor Crimson generously gave their star DJ. Frederick and his company were quite full by the time we got there, and he graciously poured us glasses of Patron. They also had this cool champagne holder, which was a spinning half disco ball. I was contemplating how I could innocently walk out with it, but decided it might not be such a good look to try and steal the club’s paraphernalia.

Frankie Knuckles @ Crimson Lounge for his new monthly residency

With Rees, David Sabat & Frederick Dunson @ Crimson

3am after the Crimson party closed, we head on down all the way to 71st to Da House Spot to film Mike Dunn. The place was steaming hot, but thankfully they had fixed up the back garage into this nifty living room area complete with airconditioner and separate sound system. The promoters were in a generous mood because we got some booty to take home: A Mike Dunn hat, an Andre Hatchett hat and AN OBAMA BOARD GAME. How do you like them apples??

The Obama board game.

PIE HOLE PIZZA CLOSES DOWN :(
On the sad news front, My good friend Doug Brandt’s (remember he used to be the DJ for our original 5 Magazine Radio Shows?) awesome pizza joint and cultural hotspot Pie Hole Pizza in boystown had it’s last day on Sunday. Open for 3 lively years with the most eccentric cast of employees, Doug made it more than just a pizza place. It had karaoke nights, a really cool open mic night called ‘Soul in the Hole’ and served as a welcoming haven to the LGBT youth of color. Without a doubt Pie Hole had the most diverse clientele down that whole strip, which inevitably led to problems with a neighborhood supposedly based on acceptance of people regardless of sexuality and color. Quite a few articles and blogs have been written about their closing, this one in particular is quite illuminating.

So Sunday evening me, Rees, Lito & his boy Alex have our last meal at their very hectic closing night. I order my favorite White Party Pizza with 2 cans of Diet Coke, and watch as the line to get a slice goes out past the door. I had spent many a night in this crazy place, and we were all sad to see it go. Between this place and Cuatro, we’ve lost two really good restaurants that loved House music and had lots of originality and character.

Pie Hole Pizza Doug holding the flowers and card I gave him, looking very beauty queen-ish.

My Week So Far

Tuesday night I got to host the live latin House band Madd Soul for their show at Fuel in Wicker Park. They were very well received!

Later Tuesday night at 2:30am I head over to Ojay’s birthday party as part of the 2nd shift (meaning me.) Almost everyone had left save for maybe 10 of us, and we danced till probably 7 in the morning! In the pic is Ojay, Andre Hatchett, Dodi and Linda Redd.

Wednesday night I was in a fashion show at The Victor Hotel, and like all fashion shows it was quite a fiasco leading up to it. Afterwards I head out to Shrine.

Theo Parrish, Ron Trent + Leonard Part Sixx @ Shrine

Andre Hatchett in the House

On Tuesday evening Andre Hatchett and his little party gang came over my house for a special project: him and Rees Urban were recording a joint mix cd for the upcoming party featuring them on Thursday, June 25th. We were excited because we finally managed to lock Andre down…and all we had to do was essentially throw a mini-party. There was Linda Redd, Derrick, Ojay, Steve and Angie. Later on Lito came by along with Rees’ friends Steve and Mike. There was food, lots of drinks and lots of lots. I even took out my big disco ball and strobe lights to give a bigger fiesta feel.

While the DJs were spinning, everyone was in their own special world… people talking to Julius the mean bird, Angie obsessively on Facebook with her urinating stalker (“I like to mark my territory”) and lots of drunken conversation that I couldn’t seem to follow. All in all, a very fun night and a GREAT mix came out of it! Those will be available at the party:

Fun Weekend = Sick Monday

me with Lito and Master Kev

Zentra

It’s HOT! What the f–k? Chicago summer is the lover who left too soon, tries to come back, and you want them to GO AWAY! I’ve moved on, bring back the cold please!!!

From Thursday through Sunday my life has been on a non-stop no-sleep rollercoaster of places to go and people to see. Thursday night after Betty’s and having the unfortunate circumstance of people bumrushing my place, I had to pick up my doctor brother from O’Hare early Friday. He is running the Chicago marathon on Sunday. After being in traffic for over 3 hours, I tiredly deposit him at his hotel, take an hour fake-nap, then am up again to have dinner with him at a very slow Italian restaurant in boystown called Angelina’s. (Never go there!) Later that night I have to drop off the October issue magazines all over the Friday night clubs plus collect money. I go Leo’s Den, Kita’s Lounge and the Shop all on the southside. Then we see Madd Soul briefly at Cuatro and end the night at Zentra.

Early Saturday evening we go and check out the History of House 2 at the Congress Theater. There is door drama/list inconsistencies, even though I repeat over and over again that 5 Magazine is an official sponsor of the event! After enough hissy-fitting, they let me and Rees in and we go backstage so I can take the necessary pictures of all the “stars of yesterday.” Singers Robin S., Crystal Waters, Shannon plus DJs, DJs and more DJs in both rooms and every crevice in between. We are with Dave Sabat and NY’s Master Kev, and eventually we take our ringing ears over to Cat’s Meow to hear Kev play. The rest of the night is a mad blur as every one of us in that place tried to be THE champion alcoholic. I’m surprised Arman had any liquor left. By the end of the night poor rowdy Kev (who did a great job DJing by the way) took the prize, yelling and insisting on more drinks. And then more! He refused to leave the club, so I kindly suggested we club him with the mop so he’ll pass out. (I look out for my friends.) We ended up not having to do that as he eventually passed out himself. As did all of our retarded selves at some point shortly after… even my brother Lito blacked out, and he’s usually quite sane.

And joy of joys, after a mere 2 hours of drunken sleep, I wake up in a hurry and try to catch my brother running in Sunday morning’s marathon. I am delirious, hoarse and suicidal. Zombie party girl coming down on zero fuel. Let’s just say after $60 in driving-around-cab money, 4 miles of walking in the hot sun, 2 poster boards and 1 big Filipino flag…. not to mention going up to Boystown, the UIC campus and near the finish line….I did not catch my brother once! I was pissed. I wanted to cheer him on and get pictures… this marathon was very special. We eventually reunite with him at a downtown hotel, have a crappy lunch at the Water Tower’s Foodlife court, then later have an even worse dinner up north topped by an argument with a random pig. I’m so coming down with a fever.

Monday morning. Awesome! I have a fever!

Urban’s House

Tyree Cooper with Andre Hatchett, Craig Loftis and Craig Alexander clowning outside URBAN'S HOUSE

Skip, Steve Hurley and Storm @ URBAN'S HOUSE

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but I felt that it was getting boring repeating the same Mon-Sun going out events I was doing. Same clubs, different DJs, blah blah blah. Rees’ and my new night URBAN’S HOUSE started 3 weeks ago, which is every Thursday @ Betty’s Blue Star (1600 W. Grand) from 12am-4am. Mike Dunn was the 1st week’s guest, Tyree Cooper was the 2nd week’s and Gene Hunt was last week’s. The night has been fantastic, lots of people came, and it looks like folks are starting to come from all the 2 o’clock Thursdays to convene at our night. I think the formula will be that while Rees plays at midnight, I run around to different clubs and recruit people to come to us. I’m very proud of what we’ve done, this is looking to be like a great party night, with a perfect mix of north and southside heads.