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Monday I watch The Godfather of Disco, a documentary on West End Records’ Mel Cheren. It was very well done, and I couldn’t believe that the only people from the House community that showed up were Lady D (she was in the movie), David Sabat and myself.
The rest of the week is more writing, magazine drop-offs and club-hopping. Friday evening I stop in to WCRX 88.1 for the Masters in the Mix show. It was a special night because they were celebrating 25 years, and show host Mr. Fabulous had a lot of the other old school hosts come in and talk. Then I’m off to more parties and drops, until I settle myself at Angie and Face’s G-Spot party on 92nd Street. I knew the Louie Vega party at Zentra would be a madhouse so I stay safe and SOUTH. After that very fun time, we head on out to the regular afterhours spot on 71st Street and are treated very very well. The ceilings are like 5 feet, so you walk around with a constant hunch. I know I should go home, but then Andre Hatchett calls me up, we go and get his ass and drive over to Ms Linda Redd’s house to drink and scream some more. By the time we get done partying and I am home, it is a gosh-darn 10 in the morning. Great. And I got so much shit to do.
Saturday evening my girl Erika’s company puts on a dance and poetry show, of which I am the lovely mistress of ceremonies. I have 8 sheets of show notes and I’m praying I get all the acts and descriptions right. Luckily the show was sexual in content, so my usual potty mouth was very appropriate for the theme. I fucked up a couple of announcements but hey. I gave them my charming smile. After the show I go home and change, pretend to write an article, then head out to Lego’s monthly party at Darkroom followed by Smart Bar. I get tipsy and do what any drunk girl does: start a fight. Happy weekend!
Thursday night I check out the pre-party launch of 3 Degrees’ new residency at Transit. The space is gorgeous, and it kinda reminds me of their old Wednesdays at Wet. Friday I go to Zentra to hear Mr. V and Ian Pooley, and Saturday afternoon hang with my friends at the Silver Room Block Party. Me, Dave Sabat and Rawfood Chris stop by the doggie park halfway through, and I was utterly delighted watching so many pitbulls running around head butting and mauling each other. Chris and Sabat got slobbered on pretty bad, and I thought it was pretty funny. Sunday after all day rehearsals I go to my usual Subt (packed and super fun because it was BT the bouncer’s bday) and Betty’s.
After playing it homebody-style for 2 days handling work and dance stuff, Wednesday I take Andre Hatchett out to do a late-birthday celebration for him. I tape the 5 Magazine radio show with him as my special guest, then we head out early to the Dating Game to hear David Sabat spin while we just chill and drink. David played a great set, and a lot of his music reminds me of New York’s Club Shelter. It’s been so long since I’ve hung out with Andre, I’ve really missed him.
Later I head to the Note to drop off magazines, even though I wanted to turn in early. I meet this very drunk guy who kept offering me $500 if I just took care of his pet alligator “Lambchop” for 1 month. I explained to him that I had many many pets in my house that Lambchop would probably eat, but he kept staggering his whiskey breath by my lovely face and insisting “I’ll give you $500 NOW.”
Later a well-known DJ grabs me and insists that “we can’t deny our love anymore” and that “I must feel what he feels.” Wha? Hah? I see his pupils rotating in both clockwise and counterclockwise directions (each eyeball), so I gently try to extricate myself from his vice grip. He will not let me go. Apparently our love is too strong, and that “WHO CARES if the world is fighting us??! They can’t deny OUR FEELINGS!!”
“I GOTTA GO THEY’RE TOWING MY CAR!!!” I yell, and bolt out New-York-subway-mugger-style before my eyeballs started spinning in circles too. I do not miss Chicago.
Okay so I’ve been on diary hiatus for quite some time. I really really wanted to give you daily updates of my time in Miami for the Winter Music Conference, but I was too busy running around trying to hit up every damn party there was! Now I know why they call it the Winter Conference, because quite frankly Miami aint as warm that time as it’s cut up to be. There’s sun, but the wind be blowing some cold ass nipple hardening air.
Quick recap: I got to hang with lots of my girls and guys such as Lugo Rosado, Indiana Chris (eternally looking for the next party), Skendar (came with 1 bag the size of a girl’s purse, that’s it), Lego and Aida (thanks for the rides!), Dave Sabat, Kenny Ray, Marcello, Unified Records, Wanda, Alphonso and Pea (she got to meet my stripclub girlfriend of many years Angelina of Club Madonna and see her flexibility talents). Many many more but those pop up in my head. The next issue should have all the pictures, but saw and spoke with lots of our favorite House personalities such as Maurice Joshua, Stacy Kidd, Wayne Williams, Osunlade, 3 Degrees, Louie Louie, JoJo Flores, Tortured Soul, Alix Alvarez, Mr. V, King Britt, Rich Medina, Ron Carroll, CeCe Peniston, Frankie Knuckles, Dave Morales (had his shirt open at his party, be still my beating heart), Timmy Regisford, Gene Hunt, Vic Lavender, Ron Trent, Barbara Tucker, Andre Harris, DJ Spinna, Dave Harness, the Groove Junkies, Jellybean Benitez (I know he’s done so much more, but I’ll forever know him as Madonna’s former boyfriend who first played her music at the Limelight and blew her up), Dennis Ferrer, Karizma, and so many many more.
I hosted 3 parties, and the most important one… the Unified Records Party at Rain which closed out the conference… the one where I actually had to get up on the mic and introduce all the fabulous DJs/singers such as Tony Humphries and Robert Owens… I had by then lost my voice. GONE. The flaming and very drunk bartender at Rain insisted I try his “magic throat potion”, but all it did was make me even more mute. So thank you Alphonso of I Love House Music Wednesdays for being my voice and making people think I’m really a drag queen.
Favorite parties were of course Shelter and the Jump N’ Funk event. East Coast heads just be *dancing*.
Upon my return from Miami, I immediately had to jump into tech and dress rehearsals the whole week for my dance show, so I was locked into the Harold Washington Library theater for hours and hours on end, capping it off with great shows for the GI Alliance (congrats to my very good friend Jen whose company it is) 5 year anniversary dance concert. Saturday was the last show, and I was WIPED OUT. Early Sunday morning and going on no sleep for 2 weeks… flight to… YEY! NEW YORK CITY!!!
I get to stay here in a subletted apartment on the Lower East Side for most of April so I can dance, write my new show and get-away-far-far-away from painful Chicago, sort of relax, and enjoy my muse called New York. I haven’t gotten a chance to spend a lot of time here like I used to do pre-magazine days, so I’m soaking it all in. So far I’ve checked out the House Dance Conference (monthly event for dancers), the 3 Degrees party at the Sullivan Room last night, and the Shelter tonight! I’ve taken dance and gymnastics classes, had a DOPE massage from one of those Asian massage places (no happy ending), hooked up with my old dance teachers and friends, met some really cool people, and I’ve only been here a week. And not one drink, even when I was at the clubs. If only I could live here for a year. Or two.