My latest houseguest was none other than the Iceman! Welcome to the Apple, Ice!
We did a fair bit of drinking, sometimes of the juice variety:
…sometimes of the boozy variety…
…and of course, we got hungry now and then, and as the Iceman is absolutely packed to the rim with soul, he decided we’d go to Harlem to get ourselves a tasty plate of eats. Fried chicken smothered in gravy, garlic mashed potatoes and excellent mac and cheese! Deeeelicious!
We even managed to get out to a club, too – there’s a decent trance / techno club two blocks from my pad called Love which, which was like a timewarp back to 1998. It’s awesome an kitchy rave scene; faux fur lined “fraggle rock” room that has little concrete cave – like ledges that people who have “imbibed irresponsibly” can k-hole in, a fun odd waterfall thingie in the front room when you enter, and an absolutely FANTASTIC sound system. It was so clear, so tight – just fantastic (I later learned it was a custom built million dollar rig by nightclub legend Gary Stewart). It felt like… home.
Here’s a shot of the Iceman getting his groove on.
The DJ playing was a little lack-lustre (he didn’t really seem to understand the concept of mixing on the measure, and his music selection seemed a little unfocused). But the joint was cool, the crowd was unpretentious, the drinks were nice and beefy, and getting on the guestlist was as easy as firing off an email prior to arriving, so that works for me. Plus it’s got a great late 90’s early 2k’s old skooler rave thing going for it (dark, glowy and booming) so it gets a thumb up in my book. Ryan even chased down the manager for the night and got her email address saying “my friend is a super star trance DJ from Vancouver, he’s gotta play here!”. How fun would that be? That’d be awesome!
So yeah! I’m totally going to drop her a line and record a new set – as soon as my mixer comes back from Stanton (my old mixer died in shipping, and my new one – which I bought from Canal street for next to nothing – had a weird audio glitch. The dude at the store didn’t have another one to replace it with (and it’s the one I really want – the Stanton M.303) so I’ve just sent it to Stanton to get it serviced. When it’s back I’ll be laying down a new set – thanks to some fun new DJ toys I picked up. But more on that later.