Another good HM, we have been on quite a roll lately. We played a ton of new music last night, and it all seemed to work pretty well. (Except the new VNV which didn’t work very well at all this week.) Someone brought in the new Faint album. I really like that band, that is one CD I will definitely have to pick up. I tried to get the new NIN song for last night, unfortunately I wasn’t able to get it. Hopefully I will have it by next week.
Sounds like not many people I know are going to the rubber ball. This will be the first one I’ve missed in 4 or 5 years, I am not bummed out about that at all. The only thing I really liked about the RB was the people watching, and I’m pretty much over that.
I think I’m going to have to go back on drugs for my ADD. I find that I just can not sit in front of a computer for 8 hours unless I have tons of stimuli. One or two hours into the day and I am already crawling up the walls. *Sigh* I don’t much like the side effects, but I don’t see how I can keep this job at my current pace. Heck even my writing here seems to be jumping all over the place.
Last Saturday I got my first taste of the new club Spin. (I was with someone who was celebrating his birthday, so he got to pick the place.) I will say the place is very pretty, lots of flat screen TV’s everywhere, great sound and lights. But there are not many places to sit, and actually the place is fairly small. Of course there is a huge section that is only for VIP’s, so that cuts down on the size quite a bit.
We arrived very early (9:15 ish – again, birthday boys call) The music was actually pretty good when we got there. I was very surprised, and many of the good electronica songs were accompanied by the videos. That was cool, as I don’t get to see many electronica videos. There were not many people there yet, so we got some cocktails and stood around talking. I ended up knowing one of the bartenders from back in my Gators days, so at least my drinks were good, until the bastard had to go up and work the VIP room. From then on it was $ 7 a piece for shitty Mandarin 7’s.
Then people starting showing up and I knew I was in trouble. I swear there was some huge cloning machine right outside the doors creating everyone right before the walked in. Every fucking guy in the place looked identical. They all had those jeans that look like they are old and beat up, but actually cost $ 70 at Dayton’s, and vertical striped button up long sleeve shirts. Every fucking one of them… The women weren’t as bad clothes wise, but they still all looked pretty similar. And it was really not that good looking of a crowd, they all thought they were the shit, but in reality I would say most people there rated about a 4 or 5.
By this time it was around 11 – 11:30, the place was pretty full. The music was still good, but nobody was dancing yet. Then they turn off the lights and the DJ makes a big announcement “Welcome to Spin Nightclub” strobe lights go off everywhere (Oh shit this is going to be bad.) He goes into 50 cent In Da Club (Yup, here is the nightmare I expected.) Sure enough it’s a mad dash for the dancefloor, it was like someone was giving away gap gift certificates to the first 200 people on the dancefloor.
We were standing at a table right next to the dancefloor so we had a very good view of all the rubes. For a while K and I entertained ourselves by pointing out idiots to each other. You can only do that for so long, before you really want to take a baseball bat to everyone in the place. At this point the place is packed. And by packed I mean it was so full I must have burned 20 people with a cigarette and nobody had a clue who it was who burned them; By the time their liquor clouded brain realized they stumbled into a lit smoke the crowd had washed them past one hundred more people.
Finally I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was about to go Falling Down on the place and break out an Uzi. I tell the birthday boy and his posse we must leave now or blood will start coming out of my various facial orifices. They were ambivalent until I broke out enough free passes for everyone to get into First Ave (I planned ahead.)
We finally get out of there and see that there is a line of at least 100 more people waiting to get into that smegma stain. I knew we had a lot of fucked up people in this town, but I didn’t know there were that many.
We finally get to first ave and I had never been so happy to see so many beautiful, tattooed, pierced, people in my life. People who had ratty old jeans, really did have ratty old jeans. Some people wore t-shirts, some wore something it looked like they found outside in the gutter and some were dressed nicely. There were ravers and punks (employees) and a few darksiders and your standard number of first ave hipsters. There was a DJ from Detroit who was fantastic, my favorite bartender was working… life was good.
There you have it… don’t you want to go.
Well I just wasted a good hour of my companies time, I suposse I should do something they pay me for.