June 6, 2007
Jaded
Louie Vega at the White Party in Club Langston, Brooklyn |
The last 4 days have been a non-sleeping blur. Friday night I head up to Brooklyn to hear Louie Vega spin at a White party, and it was incredibly festive and white. Saturday (or should I say Sunday morning) at 6am I head to the Shelter, and stay until the lights go on at an early 2pm. By then I was already cranky and tired having lugged my magazines all over the damn city, and I had an hour to go home and get my butt to the airport. I get back to Chicago at 10pm Sunday night, shower and change, then head over to support my boy Sean Smith's night at Betty's. I sooo wanted to stay in and crash, but a bunch of my friends were waiting on me.
After this last NY trip, I have to say that the dancers and househeads over there are uber-JADED. As in evil, mean, jealous, harboring mega-hateration. They all have incredibly fragile egos, scary-random tempers, and serious denial issues. I guess living in that city can be tough and create serious personality defects . Everyone is incredibly talented, but they will hold that talent over everyone's heads and constantly compare compare compare. I think I was better off keeping my distance than now being in the mix.
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