Back from a NYC weekend.
Blackalicious at Prospect Park didn't get rained out. Yay! They were pretty freaking fantastic. I ended up going with my brother and father who was just befuddled by the whole experience. He kept repeating, "this is just noise. I can't even understand what they're saying. I'm not feeling this at all." To which I replied, "Daddy, it's not like this is Jay-Z. If you can't feel this, you're just old." And like the fogie he is, he sat down and just kinda shook his head the rest of the show. This coming from the man who bought the Black Rob album for the beats. Poor Mr. Daddy. Happy Father's Day to him and all the bewildered pops.
I went a-dancing, small venues still. I was a little better in my male interactions, if only because no one was foolish enough to grab at me this time. A way I pass the time is to respond to the ever-present "so, what's your name" with "It's secret." This one guy last night got a real kick out of it. "That's really clever, Secret." "So, where are you from, Secret?" I was amused but he was still too old and not getting my number. I think I've forgotten what it's like to not be heartless and evasive in a nightlife space...oh wait, no I haven't. I've forgotten rather what it's like to be in a place where the men all in my face are on my side of 30. Too bad I have a thing for quality music and non-meet market or I could just drag myself back to Webster Hall or Filter 14 where the guys tend to be younger and hotter and I could be persuaded to participate in the youthful mating games. Or just to Pianos or HiFi or Drinkland (actually, I already pass through there) or some hipster mecca. Then again I'm not skin and bones and/or rocking a look like I've been in hibernation since 1983 and just woke up to party!
I'm too cynical for the NY scene I realize. The thing about being from there yet spending most of the past 4 years away is that I don't give a crap about most styles or the hot spots because in 22 years, I've seen plently of people, places and things come and go. I like Sapphire and Guernica because most of the people there have been around dancing for more than 5 years. They know the music and have consistent yet eclectic tastes. The time in the space is a celebration of music and community, not an exercise in scenesterism. I should throw my own parties or something. House, old school, freestyle, and other stuff in a nice intimate space with a good-sized dancefloor, diverse New York flavor and shades represented, with some young people in the freaking joint. That's my idea of heaven. I need to find it.
Posted by Candicissima at June 15, 2003 11:21 PM