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2004 NYE!
This year I got a job managing the staff at an "underground"
party. The promoter, Ggreg
Taylor, is an old friend and the event was held totally
without permits so it offered quite an adventurous start to
'04.
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Ggreg
Taylor's Royal NYE
While it wasn't a royal pain, it wasn't royally fun for me...
it was a really good night out though and certainly a great
way to ring in the new year. I spent most of the night, from
about 9:30 til about 4:30 working the front door of the party.
I danced a bit, busted a few people for smoking or attacking
an inflatable bear and got quite a few compliments from E'ed
out kids who seemed oh so sincere.
Ggreg's parties are almost always inhabited by smarter, more
creative people. You can always find someone to talk to, or
at least someone to talk about. New Year's Eve was no exception.
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Royal NYE: The Space
The building was the same one Ggreg used last summer for
his Forgotten Opera
Party. This time however, we were on the third floor.
The interior was still a raw, commercial space that was better
decorated than most illegal parties I've been to. It was large
enough to have two musical areas and a chillout corner, but
still small enough to find your friends if separated. The
visuals and installations by Santiago were pretty amazing.
The massive rotating projection screens looked etherial with
the rain streaked, industrial windows behind them. And Jaunita
More's red room looked so slick even in such a raw space.
I wasn't a fan of the "Eyes Wide Shut Memorial Hugging
Space". Not because it was set up as a chill out area
for the more lasciviously inclined, but because it was difficult
to spot the smokers behind all of the screens or move through
the corner quickly.
When
Bears Attack
Ggreg has quite a few bear community connections these days,
so a giant inflatable bear doing a handstand in a corner didn't
really seem out of place... though I'm still trying to sort
out the connection to the 'royal' theme. It seems at one point
in the evening, some drunk girl started to attack the bear.
In the photo at left, it looks like my pal Jono inadvertently
caught the attack on film with the girl's accomplice in the
act of kicking the poor toy. Needless to say, I stationed
a security guard in the area and the party bears (inflatable
and otherwise) were safe once again.
Blast
From The Past
My old pal Aaron came from NYC for NYE in SF. (I'm from LA
and LOVE to abbreviate!) We were flatmates back in the 80s
but spent much of the 90s doing seperate things. He found
me on Friendster and we've managed to reconnect. I was surprised
to see him with such a large posse in tow. Jenelle Chanel
and Tom Madonna came bouncing back to the door throughout
the night to say hi and get to the smoking area so I know
they all had a great time. It's good to know we're all still
alive and doing fairly well when quite a few friends from
that era of our lives aren't.
 Costumes
Unlike his last
party, this time the costumes were not as plentiful, but
they were just as creative. There were many variations on
the theme of royalty running through out the crowd. The best
part about working the door is I get to see all the ensembles
as they parade in to the party.
I suppose nothing says "royal" quite like leather
and fun fur, but I opted for a tasteful version of the tuxedo
t-shirt.
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A Time to Look Forward
NYE is a time of celebration, but also reflection and a chance
to think ahead and assess where we are in life.
Osama Bin Laden is still at large. All the Shrub's horses and all
the Shrub's men just can't dismantle Al Qaeda again... It seems
that everything the American regime has done since stealing office
has made us less safe and less stable, socially, environmentally,
and certainly geo-politically. I don't see much of an opposition
on the political landscape, but election-year politics are always
unpredictable. I hope it's not too late for America to change course
and do-right by the rest of the world. I'd like to see the states
wake up to the fact that we need to start acting like a good neighbour
instead of a school-yard bully.
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