Goddess bless SUSAN MORABITO, who knows better than to leave
dead spots in her DJ sets.
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By Matt Kalkhoff
Friday, November 18, 2005
Sometimes it’s nice to kick off the weekend in a relaxing, low key manner.
This past Friday night, however, was anything but tame. Starting innocently
enough with a free-flowing procession of $4 Cosmos at Posh’s happy hour,
the party continued at Crobar, where a packed house celebrated MetroSource magazine’s
15-year anniversary.
Working the grooves with a diverse yet edgy mix of music was soon-to-be-world-famous
DJ Kevin Graves who had all manner of revelers bopping on the packed dance floor.
I had hoped to stick around to hear Pete Tong spin, but once the open bar closed
(without warning!) and the regular house prices kicked in, I decided to take
my liver elsewhere.
Still a tad thirsty, I headed over to Splash, where DJ Susan Morabito was
serenading the masses with a spot-on set. Continually building on an already
impressive momentum, the beats just didn’t let up. At a time when far
too many DJs are enslaved by those annoying drop outs that seemingly every record
thinks it needs to have, Morabito commendably allows only a few well-placed
breaks in the music to make her point, often mixing right over such nonsense.
Drop outs belong in a G.E.D. program, not on the dance floor, OK?
If you’ve never seen Joan Rivers perform live, here’s your chance
to catch the fashion-conscious comedienne at the Cutting Room in Chelsea. More
than 112 years later, this legendary performer is still offending audiences
with one of the most outrageous, politically-incorrect stand-up routines imaginable.
And I love her for it! If this show is even half as funny as the one I saw a
few years ago at Fez, we’re in for a treat.
Tickets are a reasonable $25, and part of the proceeds benefit her favorite
charities, God’s Love We Deliver and Guide Dogs for the Blind. She’s
only performing Wednesday nights through Dec. 21, though, so hurry up for tickets.
Following her show on Nov. 23, I’ll likely be spending the remaining
hours of Thanksgiving Eve at Roxy with DJ Junior Vasquez and a few thousand
other party pilgrims. Think of it as a preemptive strike on the many calories
we’ll all no doubt be consuming the next day, or just a good excuse to
get out and dance. After the turkey coma subsides, head back to Splash on Friday
where DJ Billy Carroll will be serving up his very own special blend of guilt-free
desserts and assorted aural delights.
Another party that caught my attention recently is Touch at Serena on Monday
nights. According to special correspondent Joe Caro, the Philadelphia-based
DJ/party-hopper who heroically bears the burden of “single-handedly keeping
New York nightlife alive” during his frequent weekend visits here, it’s
just like the West Side Club, only with cocktails and professional masseurs.
I’m sure I don’t know what that means, but it certainly sounds
intriguing. The Web site (massageparty.info) describes it as a “beautiful
healthy sensual massage party” where voyeurs, fetishists and other curious
thrill-seekers apparently indulge their fantasies in a playful environment.
Considering the hallowed history of the Chelsea Hotel, this sounds right for
its basement lounge.
History is also being made over on W. 28th Street, where Crobar’s reign
as the king of clubland continues Nov. 19 with Manhattan’s most popular
monthly event, Victor Calderone’s Evolve. Technically an all-day after-hours
event beginning at 5 a.m., with critical gay mass generally achieved sometime
between 8 and 9 a.m., this is really two (or even three) parties in one. Joining
the roster of superstar DJs who have “opened” for Calderone this
week are the incomparable Chus & Ceballos.
Considering that the doors at the last party were closed at 3 a.m. during
Carl Cox’s set and not reopened until around 5 a.m. due to severe overcrowding,
I’d suggest either a very early or very late arrival. Until next time:
Be smart. Be safe. Be yourself.
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