Tonight, Drew Hanson posted the following on his facebook page…
I have spent years thinking about it, fearing it, desiring it, and losing sleep over it. When is the day I say goodbye? Mind you during that whole cancer thing it took on a whole new life or death kinda meaning... but never the less it brings me to today.
I moved to Columbus when I was 18 years old to work 5 hours a week on WNCI. It was pathetic actually but I was so hungry to make myself a giant among giants with what little air time I had and would do & sacrifice anything to do it. I wanted to be funny, I wanted to be controversial... but most of all I just wanted you to know who I was.
I accomplished everything I ever wanted to accomplish in the city I fell in love with... but like many relationships through time things have become strained and bitter. When I look at the city now I don't feel that hunger to be something great anymore. I don't feel that old feeling at 6:57pm on a Sunday before I crack the mic. I feel pain... I feel anxiety... I feel tired and broken.
I see burned bridges... I see failed relationships... I see backstabbing of friends I trusted... I see failure after failure after failure to balance every success I could ever imagine having on the scorecard of life. Sadly though the biggest and most frightening thing of all I see..... routine.
Branching outside Cbus to spin the past several months has been eye opening for me. Its given me a confidence in my abilities not only as a DJ not defined by his reputation as an "asshole" or "man whore"... but by my actual ability to do the job and do it well.
I have confidence that through the lessons I have learned through an extreme balance of success and failure I have developed a formula. My mentors have taught me if you want to make an impact on your city you must have a statewide vision. To make an impact on a state you must have a country vision... and so on. I can no longer spend my life having a vision of just one city.
On September 1st I'm leaving Columbus. I can't confirm any other fact at this point other than that. More details soon...
Showing posts with label Cheshire Cat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cheshire Cat. Show all posts
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Always Live
When it’s Tuesday, superstars have conversations such as this…
DJ AAA (10:10): @ The OC in Gahanna…
Gossip CBUS (10:21): Ok you, [Drew] Hanson, and Gonzo out seven days a week... You should all have real jobs like me (such as writing a website)
DJ AAA (10:39): Partying IS a real job. We are DJs full time! Nothing part time about what.we do.
Gossip CBUS (11:40): You spining at the OC? No, dont think so... Get you aaass into an office for a few hours lol
DJ AAA (11:45): My office is the DJ booth
Gonzo (12:03): I'm in my office right now.
DJ AAA (12:10): And where is Gossip CBUS? Zzzzzz
Gonzo (12:23): Haha
DJ AAA (10:10): @ The OC in Gahanna…
Gossip CBUS (10:21): Ok you, [Drew] Hanson, and Gonzo out seven days a week... You should all have real jobs like me (such as writing a website)
DJ AAA (10:39): Partying IS a real job. We are DJs full time! Nothing part time about what.we do.
Gossip CBUS (11:40): You spining at the OC? No, dont think so... Get you aaass into an office for a few hours lol
DJ AAA (11:45): My office is the DJ booth
Gonzo (12:03): I'm in my office right now.
DJ AAA (12:10): And where is Gossip CBUS? Zzzzzz
Gonzo (12:23): Haha
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Characters, Storylines Provide City’s Soundtrack
Characters and storylines are omnipresent. Characters are the people and personalities which crystallize an evening’s moments. Storylines pattern and progress an evening’s entirety.
Upon my arrival for the Park Street Festival, the panorama was perfection. Parents and children strolling the scenery… Children smiling as their faces were painted… Couples and singles walking their dog… One could not have requested (and if they did, they would have been rejected) a superior visual to start the sun soaked afternoon…
As announced on twitter, I received the perfect start to my afternoon… Joe Boxer invited me onto his program… I will discuss my appearance momentarily, but I must compliment (and potentially gush about) Joe Boxer and WNCI. In three hours, the radio station’s triad and myself broached twenty separate conversations… A myriad of subjects, including this website’s ambition, composition, and origin, were discussed… These exchanges could have severed merely as icebreakers (and they did)… However, they also improved my intelligence…
Once, I labeled Joe Boxer as one of the most authentic, engaging people that one could encounter… If I continued praising his humanity for the next three pages, my assessment would remain spectacularly insufficient… Joe is not a role model you hope your children emulate… He is the role model you know you should emulate…
I promised I would return to my radio appearance, which I assumed would encompass three minutes… My appearance encompassed three hours and three segments… If you weren’t listening (and you should have been), Joe and I discussed the Gossip Awards, his hosting of them, this website, people watching, and platinum bunnies… If you were listening (I applaud you), I know I spoke with exceeding speed… You attempt twittering and have someone, as you’re typing, tell you your appearance is in thirty seconds…
Since I mentioned people watching (a phrase I never utilize), Park Street Festival’s afternoon was an amusing mosaic. From the lady who strode with a multi-colored purse and a gorilla wrapped around her arm to the Pittsburgh Steelers fans who offset their jerseys with terrible towels (no I’m not kidding), the calamitous cornucopia reaffirmed the obvious… This city needs a stylist…
The Steelers tandem simply epitomized the random and ridiculous montage of sports apparel which was present… The St. Louis Cardinals were copious… And every conference was represented… Big East, Mid American, Citywide Alliance of Kickball Champions… I enjoy sports… However, Park Street Festival isn’t the set of College Game Day… (Replace the gear with a polo)…
Between our initial and second twitter sessions, I encountered Park Street Patio Promotions Superstar Tori Lioness… As we discussed the event, one observance interwove through our conversation… Both of us were on minimal sleep and our work was half-over… When Tori suggested a shot, my conscience opposed alcohol (it’s not a stimulant)… All my mind could articulate is “I will have one with you…”
When Tori and I’s consumption and conversation concluded, Jamie Precious captured my attention… Jamie has amassed three mentions in three columns… We could have discussed the periodic table and she would have maintained my attention… Yet, as we discussed Les Wexner and his impact upon this city, Jamie reminded me of what should be this website’s watchwords… Those are column material are column material…
What is applicable concerning people is applicable concerning venues… And Park Street Patio’s weekend crowds reinforce this… While other venues awaited or exchanged patrons, Park Street Patio acquired and sustained patrons throughout the event… They were never crushed… Yet, Park Street Festival never poached their audience…
After ninety minutes of rest (not relaxation), Gandhi invited me onto her program. I promoted the website. We then shared an off-air conversation about this city; it’s media and nightlife… As I said on twitter, Gandhi has more personality than professionals who have been in the business a decade… For her, randoms are merely unmet friends…
Amidst Ghandi and I’s conversation, Gonzo appeared, munching on a pulled pork sandwich… His apparel (a shirt which read “my mustache brings all the boys to the yard”) and our conversation (whether twittering sounds as a dirty word) assimilated perfectly into the twilight’s random atmosphere… Clearly, the characters would be this evening’s storyline…
One of those characters… Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day, a superstar among management in this city… Superstars do not typically commit colossal mistakes… They comprehend managed expectations… They comprehend exceeded expectations impress, even when the original expectations are miniscule… Imagine my shock when he raised expectations…
Whereas most view cockiness as a defect, Trevor views cockiness as a competitive advantage… His expression and eyes assume victory; they present victory, even when victory is a virtual impossibility… Common sense implored he should minimize expectations… He should embrace the term average night… Instead, Trevor appeared to bet the house on his pair of fours…
As I returned to the Park Street Festival, I encounter Drew Hanson and Jimmy Jam, walking amongst the throng… We locate a somewhat unoccupied space (somewhat at this hour, a relative term) and the pair continue their previous conversation… Now, I have no clue concerning the context or subject matter… Yet, this is irrelevant… Jimmy Jam and the Cheshire Cat’s incidental complaints are as entertaining as any stage production as I have ever witnessed…
Moments after midnight, the Park Street Festival concluded… And the storylines commenced… Park Street Patio was crushed… The entrance line extended into the street and locating one’s friends would have required google earth… Lodge Bar was swarmed… And Callahan’s was merely scattered… Inside the booth, Gonzo was mimicking Mike Gallicchio’s prowl of the previous week… Where was his crowd? Where was his crowd?
One hour subsequent, as anyone walking toward their car, would have been better off walking home, Callahan’s crowd vastly improved… Consistently the perfectionist, Gonzo’s prowl remained ever present… He concocted sets… He connected sets… One glance toward the dance floor and one would assume he would have been elated… Yet, Gonzo’s intensity never relented…
Until one hour remained… It’s not as if there was a sudden influx of patrons… Gonzo’s strut simply reappeared… Gonzo mixed, he spun, he scratched, his hands noted the rhythm of the selection, his head noted the rhythm of the selection, he interacted with the crowd and the selection… For the final sixty minutes, his spectacular personality was palpable…
For the second consecutive evening, Park Street Patio was the unquestioned champion… I could spend several paragraphs praising their performance… However, their inside and outside were virtually impassable… And their bars were stacked five deep… Those scenarios scream for themselves…
When I returned to Lodge Bar, the venue was crushed… I could type never again will I doubt Trevor… However, that presumptive statement would be inaccurate… I will doubt him again… You never assume victory is possible with a pair of fours, until the winner sitting across from you is counting your chips… On this evening, Trevor was counting every single one…
Now, I would be remiss if I exited this column without admonishing DJ Michael. I sincerely respect him… He possesses skills… Unfortunately, there is a miniscule line between genius and madness and he flirted with it… “Barbie Girl,” “Mmmbop…” Did someone invite me to a retirement ceremony for insipid teenage anthems?
Concerning this website, I’ve been asked the question of why? What occurs in the various venues is not relevant… It is not news… Why analyze, report, and twitter every evening? In this city, characters and storylines are omnipresent. Information and stars are nonexistent. All four are coveted and inescapable. I am simply their soundtrack.
Upon my arrival for the Park Street Festival, the panorama was perfection. Parents and children strolling the scenery… Children smiling as their faces were painted… Couples and singles walking their dog… One could not have requested (and if they did, they would have been rejected) a superior visual to start the sun soaked afternoon…
As announced on twitter, I received the perfect start to my afternoon… Joe Boxer invited me onto his program… I will discuss my appearance momentarily, but I must compliment (and potentially gush about) Joe Boxer and WNCI. In three hours, the radio station’s triad and myself broached twenty separate conversations… A myriad of subjects, including this website’s ambition, composition, and origin, were discussed… These exchanges could have severed merely as icebreakers (and they did)… However, they also improved my intelligence…
Once, I labeled Joe Boxer as one of the most authentic, engaging people that one could encounter… If I continued praising his humanity for the next three pages, my assessment would remain spectacularly insufficient… Joe is not a role model you hope your children emulate… He is the role model you know you should emulate…
I promised I would return to my radio appearance, which I assumed would encompass three minutes… My appearance encompassed three hours and three segments… If you weren’t listening (and you should have been), Joe and I discussed the Gossip Awards, his hosting of them, this website, people watching, and platinum bunnies… If you were listening (I applaud you), I know I spoke with exceeding speed… You attempt twittering and have someone, as you’re typing, tell you your appearance is in thirty seconds…
Since I mentioned people watching (a phrase I never utilize), Park Street Festival’s afternoon was an amusing mosaic. From the lady who strode with a multi-colored purse and a gorilla wrapped around her arm to the Pittsburgh Steelers fans who offset their jerseys with terrible towels (no I’m not kidding), the calamitous cornucopia reaffirmed the obvious… This city needs a stylist…
The Steelers tandem simply epitomized the random and ridiculous montage of sports apparel which was present… The St. Louis Cardinals were copious… And every conference was represented… Big East, Mid American, Citywide Alliance of Kickball Champions… I enjoy sports… However, Park Street Festival isn’t the set of College Game Day… (Replace the gear with a polo)…
Between our initial and second twitter sessions, I encountered Park Street Patio Promotions Superstar Tori Lioness… As we discussed the event, one observance interwove through our conversation… Both of us were on minimal sleep and our work was half-over… When Tori suggested a shot, my conscience opposed alcohol (it’s not a stimulant)… All my mind could articulate is “I will have one with you…”
When Tori and I’s consumption and conversation concluded, Jamie Precious captured my attention… Jamie has amassed three mentions in three columns… We could have discussed the periodic table and she would have maintained my attention… Yet, as we discussed Les Wexner and his impact upon this city, Jamie reminded me of what should be this website’s watchwords… Those are column material are column material…
What is applicable concerning people is applicable concerning venues… And Park Street Patio’s weekend crowds reinforce this… While other venues awaited or exchanged patrons, Park Street Patio acquired and sustained patrons throughout the event… They were never crushed… Yet, Park Street Festival never poached their audience…
After ninety minutes of rest (not relaxation), Gandhi invited me onto her program. I promoted the website. We then shared an off-air conversation about this city; it’s media and nightlife… As I said on twitter, Gandhi has more personality than professionals who have been in the business a decade… For her, randoms are merely unmet friends…
Amidst Ghandi and I’s conversation, Gonzo appeared, munching on a pulled pork sandwich… His apparel (a shirt which read “my mustache brings all the boys to the yard”) and our conversation (whether twittering sounds as a dirty word) assimilated perfectly into the twilight’s random atmosphere… Clearly, the characters would be this evening’s storyline…
One of those characters… Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day, a superstar among management in this city… Superstars do not typically commit colossal mistakes… They comprehend managed expectations… They comprehend exceeded expectations impress, even when the original expectations are miniscule… Imagine my shock when he raised expectations…
Whereas most view cockiness as a defect, Trevor views cockiness as a competitive advantage… His expression and eyes assume victory; they present victory, even when victory is a virtual impossibility… Common sense implored he should minimize expectations… He should embrace the term average night… Instead, Trevor appeared to bet the house on his pair of fours…
As I returned to the Park Street Festival, I encounter Drew Hanson and Jimmy Jam, walking amongst the throng… We locate a somewhat unoccupied space (somewhat at this hour, a relative term) and the pair continue their previous conversation… Now, I have no clue concerning the context or subject matter… Yet, this is irrelevant… Jimmy Jam and the Cheshire Cat’s incidental complaints are as entertaining as any stage production as I have ever witnessed…
Moments after midnight, the Park Street Festival concluded… And the storylines commenced… Park Street Patio was crushed… The entrance line extended into the street and locating one’s friends would have required google earth… Lodge Bar was swarmed… And Callahan’s was merely scattered… Inside the booth, Gonzo was mimicking Mike Gallicchio’s prowl of the previous week… Where was his crowd? Where was his crowd?
One hour subsequent, as anyone walking toward their car, would have been better off walking home, Callahan’s crowd vastly improved… Consistently the perfectionist, Gonzo’s prowl remained ever present… He concocted sets… He connected sets… One glance toward the dance floor and one would assume he would have been elated… Yet, Gonzo’s intensity never relented…
Until one hour remained… It’s not as if there was a sudden influx of patrons… Gonzo’s strut simply reappeared… Gonzo mixed, he spun, he scratched, his hands noted the rhythm of the selection, his head noted the rhythm of the selection, he interacted with the crowd and the selection… For the final sixty minutes, his spectacular personality was palpable…
For the second consecutive evening, Park Street Patio was the unquestioned champion… I could spend several paragraphs praising their performance… However, their inside and outside were virtually impassable… And their bars were stacked five deep… Those scenarios scream for themselves…
When I returned to Lodge Bar, the venue was crushed… I could type never again will I doubt Trevor… However, that presumptive statement would be inaccurate… I will doubt him again… You never assume victory is possible with a pair of fours, until the winner sitting across from you is counting your chips… On this evening, Trevor was counting every single one…
Now, I would be remiss if I exited this column without admonishing DJ Michael. I sincerely respect him… He possesses skills… Unfortunately, there is a miniscule line between genius and madness and he flirted with it… “Barbie Girl,” “Mmmbop…” Did someone invite me to a retirement ceremony for insipid teenage anthems?
Concerning this website, I’ve been asked the question of why? What occurs in the various venues is not relevant… It is not news… Why analyze, report, and twitter every evening? In this city, characters and storylines are omnipresent. Information and stars are nonexistent. All four are coveted and inescapable. I am simply their soundtrack.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Always Live
Randy Haffey and Drew Hanson have resolved their conflict. Contradictory accounts concerning who instigated the truce.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Always Live
Randy Haffey and Drew Hanson’s clash has concluded. Tonight, Gossip CBUS received this text from Hanson… “I’m letting it go,” he said. “I’m out of town all weekend anyway, so Park Street Fest won’t even matter.”
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Always Live
A Randy Haffey-Drew Hanson clash may be emerging, according to several sources. This evening, Hanson posted the following on his facebook page… “I just heard this stage 5 doucher thinks he is so powerful that if I show up at Park Street Fest... the entire street of Park... he will have me thrown out. I seriously welcome this.”
I know I glossed Hanson as the Cheshire cat, but I never expected an actual feline fracas lol… (No word on whether Haffey responded)
I know I glossed Hanson as the Cheshire cat, but I never expected an actual feline fracas lol… (No word on whether Haffey responded)
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Always Live
Mynt Ultra Lounge has fired Maxwell according to sources with knowledge of the situation. Don’t venue executives understand… Talent costs…
Speaking of Maxwell and WNCI, Gonzo, Maxwell, and Marty Scott will appear at Callahan’s this evening. And Gonzo, DJ Legend, Randee Limelight, and the Cheshire Cat will appear at Models and Moguls this afternoon.
Speaking of Maxwell and WNCI, Gonzo, Maxwell, and Marty Scott will appear at Callahan’s this evening. And Gonzo, DJ Legend, Randee Limelight, and the Cheshire Cat will appear at Models and Moguls this afternoon.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Gonzo, Cheshire Create Callahan’s Contrast
Contrast is imperative. Cosmo Kramer is not hilarious without Jerry Seinfeld. Batman is not relevant without the Joker. Notorious B.I.G. is not successful without Sean “Puffy” Combs.
Upon my arrival at Callahan’s, the venue was scattered. The majority of the tables were occupied…. However, the second level, the main weekend event, wasn’t even open yet. As I stepped over the rope and traversed the stairs, I walked with one thought, would Gonzo receive the crowd he warranted?
I walked up the carpeted stairs, over the vacant wood floor, up another set of stairs and arrived inside the booth, where Gonzo was polishing his precision. Now, I know I just said the club was vacant and I know you’re thinking why would Gonzo work when minimal (if any) effort is required… That answer is simple… Mixing and spinning aren’t his hobby…
Despite an empty floor, Gonzo selected songs and worked the steel as if he were Chipper Jones, perfecting his swing in a stadium of empty seats… His eyes darted from the turntable to his case to his headphones, as he mapped his strategy… You could almost read his mind… Timing wasn’t important at the moment… Timing would become important…
As I marveled at Gonzo’s meticulous preparation, another person entered the booth… Instantly, I knew I recognized the person, but I could not recall when or if we had met… Two moments passed, glances were exchanged and finally, I sought the only identification means available… Gonzo and I exchanged whispers and I realized my own obliviousness… Standing within three feet of me, relaxed and texting, was the Cheshire Cat of this city, Drew Hanson…
Hanson and I swapped introductions, he complimented and critiqued this website, and we discussed several venues… Five minutes aren’t required to comprehend the Cheshire cat… Five seconds aren’t required… Hanson has opinions… He wants them shared… And if you agree, he doesn’t care… If you disagree, he really doesn’t care… Hanson’s blend of arrogant narcissism is equal parts amusing, entertaining, and incomprehensible…
I know I said this on twitter…. Yet, it is worth repeating as an encapsulation of Hanson… If confidence were cocaine, we would have discovered Hanson in a ditch at least a decade ago… Prominence produces ego and ego is productive…. Except, Hanson’s ego could encircle Ohio Stadium… (I know I am making him sound insufferable, but he was not and I assume he would make similar statements about his personality)…
I said a moment ago that while arrogantly narcissistic, Hanson is both amusing and entertaining… Whether encouraging mass consumption of a shot, dancing (and compelling you to dance), or repeating the same phrase multiple times, the Cheshire cat is the most dynamic and unique personality I have encountered in six months of this website… He was a column that wrote himself…
At approximately 11:30, Callahan’s finally removed the rope and opened the second level… The initial crowd was unspectacular… The heifers outnumbered the bunnies seven to one and no, that’s not a ratio, there was only one bunny… As I observed Gonzo, who had a triple digit temperature, who appeared as if he didn’t want to leave the stool for the next round (yes, that’s a boxing reference), my mind revisited my original question… Would he receive the crowd he warranted?
One hour subsequent, I received my answer… Despite a pedestrian start and an array of heifers, the dance floor improved… The second level improved… At approximately 12:30, Gonzo had the crowd he warranted and he savored every moment and morsel… As I darted between the booth and the floor, I observed the two components which were required… Scrumptious bunnies and energy…
In last night’s column (forget the subject for a moment), I typed that one knows when they have it… Gonzo knew he had it… Observing him after the swarm ensued was watching Manny Pacquiao in the second round… Gonzo mixed, he spun, he scratched, his hands noted the rhythm of the selection, his head noted the rhythm of the selection, he interacted with the crowd and the selection…
And his selections were exquisite… “This Is How We Do It,” “Poker Face,” “Lose Your Love,” “When I Grow Up,” and potentially the most incomprehensible mix ever… “Blister in the Sun” and “Insane in the Membrane…” Gonzo knew he had it and when you know, you don’t take a moment to reflect on your talent… You score every point you can…
While the aforesaid five selections were exemplary, Gonzo’s signature moment occurred only moments prior to my exit… With a crushed dance floor, Gonzo spun “Sugar” and the bunnies exploded… From floor level, the energy was as intense as any moment I have experienced… It rivaled when Donnie Wahlberg sang… The combination of crowd, skill, and sound were perfect….
The chorus, ripped from a regrettable pop song of this decade, echoed and you couldn’t not hear the screams… The entire evening, I had wondered would Gonzo receive the crowd he warranted? I concluded the evening at floor level, watching this crowd thank him for his skill… Gonzo may have had a triple digit temperature, but he contrasted it with unfathomable triple digit talent…
Upon my arrival at Callahan’s, the venue was scattered. The majority of the tables were occupied…. However, the second level, the main weekend event, wasn’t even open yet. As I stepped over the rope and traversed the stairs, I walked with one thought, would Gonzo receive the crowd he warranted?
I walked up the carpeted stairs, over the vacant wood floor, up another set of stairs and arrived inside the booth, where Gonzo was polishing his precision. Now, I know I just said the club was vacant and I know you’re thinking why would Gonzo work when minimal (if any) effort is required… That answer is simple… Mixing and spinning aren’t his hobby…
Despite an empty floor, Gonzo selected songs and worked the steel as if he were Chipper Jones, perfecting his swing in a stadium of empty seats… His eyes darted from the turntable to his case to his headphones, as he mapped his strategy… You could almost read his mind… Timing wasn’t important at the moment… Timing would become important…
As I marveled at Gonzo’s meticulous preparation, another person entered the booth… Instantly, I knew I recognized the person, but I could not recall when or if we had met… Two moments passed, glances were exchanged and finally, I sought the only identification means available… Gonzo and I exchanged whispers and I realized my own obliviousness… Standing within three feet of me, relaxed and texting, was the Cheshire Cat of this city, Drew Hanson…
Hanson and I swapped introductions, he complimented and critiqued this website, and we discussed several venues… Five minutes aren’t required to comprehend the Cheshire cat… Five seconds aren’t required… Hanson has opinions… He wants them shared… And if you agree, he doesn’t care… If you disagree, he really doesn’t care… Hanson’s blend of arrogant narcissism is equal parts amusing, entertaining, and incomprehensible…
I know I said this on twitter…. Yet, it is worth repeating as an encapsulation of Hanson… If confidence were cocaine, we would have discovered Hanson in a ditch at least a decade ago… Prominence produces ego and ego is productive…. Except, Hanson’s ego could encircle Ohio Stadium… (I know I am making him sound insufferable, but he was not and I assume he would make similar statements about his personality)…
I said a moment ago that while arrogantly narcissistic, Hanson is both amusing and entertaining… Whether encouraging mass consumption of a shot, dancing (and compelling you to dance), or repeating the same phrase multiple times, the Cheshire cat is the most dynamic and unique personality I have encountered in six months of this website… He was a column that wrote himself…
At approximately 11:30, Callahan’s finally removed the rope and opened the second level… The initial crowd was unspectacular… The heifers outnumbered the bunnies seven to one and no, that’s not a ratio, there was only one bunny… As I observed Gonzo, who had a triple digit temperature, who appeared as if he didn’t want to leave the stool for the next round (yes, that’s a boxing reference), my mind revisited my original question… Would he receive the crowd he warranted?
One hour subsequent, I received my answer… Despite a pedestrian start and an array of heifers, the dance floor improved… The second level improved… At approximately 12:30, Gonzo had the crowd he warranted and he savored every moment and morsel… As I darted between the booth and the floor, I observed the two components which were required… Scrumptious bunnies and energy…
In last night’s column (forget the subject for a moment), I typed that one knows when they have it… Gonzo knew he had it… Observing him after the swarm ensued was watching Manny Pacquiao in the second round… Gonzo mixed, he spun, he scratched, his hands noted the rhythm of the selection, his head noted the rhythm of the selection, he interacted with the crowd and the selection…
And his selections were exquisite… “This Is How We Do It,” “Poker Face,” “Lose Your Love,” “When I Grow Up,” and potentially the most incomprehensible mix ever… “Blister in the Sun” and “Insane in the Membrane…” Gonzo knew he had it and when you know, you don’t take a moment to reflect on your talent… You score every point you can…
While the aforesaid five selections were exemplary, Gonzo’s signature moment occurred only moments prior to my exit… With a crushed dance floor, Gonzo spun “Sugar” and the bunnies exploded… From floor level, the energy was as intense as any moment I have experienced… It rivaled when Donnie Wahlberg sang… The combination of crowd, skill, and sound were perfect….
The chorus, ripped from a regrettable pop song of this decade, echoed and you couldn’t not hear the screams… The entire evening, I had wondered would Gonzo receive the crowd he warranted? I concluded the evening at floor level, watching this crowd thank him for his skill… Gonzo may have had a triple digit temperature, but he contrasted it with unfathomable triple digit talent…
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
New Year’s Eve 2009: Park Street Patio & Sugar Bar
Commencement: 6:00
Venue: Park Street Patio & Sugar Bar (525 & 533 Park Street)
Cover: $10 (One ticket for both venues)
Sugar Bar
Masquerade Ball (Cash prizes)
DJ Samurai
Champagne Toast (Midnight)
Park Street Patio
Saving Jane
DJ Drew Hanson
Small plate buffet (7-9 p.m.)
Champagne Toast (Midnight)
Venue: Park Street Patio & Sugar Bar (525 & 533 Park Street)
Cover: $10 (One ticket for both venues)
Sugar Bar
Masquerade Ball (Cash prizes)
DJ Samurai
Champagne Toast (Midnight)
Park Street Patio
Saving Jane
DJ Drew Hanson
Small plate buffet (7-9 p.m.)
Champagne Toast (Midnight)
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