2001-09-04

information society is on spinner. my love affair with new wave is reawakened for another coupla weeks.

the space has been amazing. we had this wild party on saturday night. about 250 people showed up. we sent over our lackey's to the ultra - hip PS1, and convinced the people to come to our space, where the party was better. Mr. Ra stood tall among the throng, screaming, "come one, come all -- the the Eat My Ass Festival! All of your asses better be over there!" Yours Truly walked through the crowds reading Arthur Rimbaud poems, occasionally injecting a word or two about the Space party. Mr. Clown stood on a huge pedestal, or alternatively in a grocery cart, and screamed into a neon green toy megaphone about the party. For hours. Lev and Myles action-painted ads on the sidewalk. I led about 50 people from the party, it was fantastic.

Then at the place, there were DJ's spinning house. in the painting room, a huge wild drum circle formed. it was amazing to see how people painting and chanting goes well together. That room turned into some wild scene out of lord of the flies, or the amazon somewhere. people were dancing all around the circle, chanting in unison. This went on for hours into the night. it was hard to want to close the party down at 1. So we let it go later.

The keg was kicked in about 15 minutes.

The improv guys (king famous, Mr. clown, Brandon the wild harmonica, and Jenn-tonic) put on a open performance in the theatre. everyonce in a while i would peek my head in there (there was just too much to see!) and there was this crazy kid i'd never seen before playing "the Rainbow Connection" on one of those piano flute toys, or some such oddity.

People were hot and sweaty. they were lounging. they were making out in the newly-painted bathroom. they were talking. Drinking. Tyson the rapper/dj/artist/drunken-master sculptor was selling cookies and soda and pocketing the money for his own entrepreneureal self. Tadpole and a host of people i never or barely met were hanging out by the turntables, taking turns spinning wildly eclectic trip-hop,house,techno, whatever.

Later, Azrael and Mr. Ra headed up a open mic MC battle, and the whole crowd gathered around and nodded their heads. It was good because i was trying to think of a way to get these people out.

There were a few taxis outside, lined up to take the partyers away. People were on their cell phones telling their friends how to get to this out of way place in Queens.

Eric the Village Voice/newyorktimes writer stood around outside and impressed pretty women.

People sang. People howled. Chanted. Chatted. This was real.

(Thompson Twins "Hold me Now" is on Spinner. I remember the time i saw them play this song on Saturday Night Live, and how off key the singer Thompson was...)(you say i'm a dreamer, well we're two of a kind)

And as people left, Carmi the Opera singer and Adriana the School Teacher and I told people to come back next Week!

Because this is a scene. the brand new thing.

A drunk drugged kid with a wild chinese afro was having a hard time leaving, and gave me a chug of his guinness. He said eventually, "Thanks for putting up with me"... and mosied on out. He had not money for a bus, and the trains stopped running to brooklyn. He was out of luck.

The next day, as i entered the space, the politician who lets us use the warehouse gave me a talk about what we're not supposed to do... free-flowing alchohol, and music till 3 am being on that list. But i sidestepped it all, and gave him some sincere thoughts. I think we're still go for this weekend, but it may be a little more subdued.

For 3 days, I've had those drums and chanting and singing in my head. its just something you don't see here very often.