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The first time I ever visited the infamous Mars Bar, it was sometime during the ’90s. It was your typical run-down dive bar. It also had the only bathroom I was hesitant to use – and in the Lower East Side area of NYC, that’s saying a lot.

I went back a few more times, but I wouldn’t say I was a regular. Back then, my hang outs of choice was Max Fish (original location), Coney Island High and Mother’s. Later on, I would visit The Raven Cafe and this small gay bar across the street from Raven called The Cock. In the late ’90s, The Cock would have this outrageous party ever Saturday night titled ‘What Would You Do For $100?’ Trust me, at that particular party, I’ve seen what people would do for $100, but that’s for another blog post.

Before Mars Bar closed down for good, it’s glory days were pretty much over. Last time I was there, must’ve been sometime in 2008 or 2009. There was barely anyone inside. In 2012, its doors shuttered. Now some overpriced bourgeois restaurant stands in its place. Like New York City needs another un-affordable eatery.

So fast forward to 2015. My friend who was a Mars bar regular informed me about an open call for art at the Whitebox Gallery. Quickly I grabbed some of my framed work to hang at the group show.

There was two parties at Whitebox. One was the installation party, in which mayhem was already in full bloom when I arrived. Free beer was flowing and music was blasting as the Mars bar reunion ensued. It wasn’t long when half-filled beer cans was being thrown at some of other attendants.

As for the exhibit itself. The opening party was called ‘Last Night At Mars Bar.’ It was part of a bigger exhibit called ‘The Last Party.’ The Last Party was curated by Anthony Haden-Guest and highlights NYC nightlife from 1975 to the early 90s.  Anthony Haden-Guest is a writer/cartoonist/art critic and has documented NYC underground downtown culture at its zenith. I was personally lucky to have gone to such places like Limelight, Tunnel, The World, and Danceteria. Especially when I was under-aged during the Danceteria days. Dancerteria was one of the first places I ever clubbed at, back when I was in high school. (I also went to Studio 54 when I was in junior high back in the early ’80s, and yes, that’s also another story within itself. I couldn’t, however get into Boy George’s birthday party over at Palladium, because I was under-aged. I did sneak into Palladium a year and half later, for another party. Once again, another story.)

My artwork as part of the group show at the 'Last Night At Mars Bar' July 2015.

My artwork as part of the group show at the ‘Last Night At Mars Bar’ July 2015.

Installation party at Whitebox Gallery for 'Last Night At Mars Bar' which was part of a bigger exhibit, 'The Last Party.' July 2015. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Installation party at Whitebox Gallery for ‘Last Night At Mars Bar’ which was part of a bigger exhibit, ‘The Last Party.’ July 2015. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Johnny Bizzare and 'ODP' - Old Dirty Puppet. July 2015. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Johnny Bizzare and ‘ODP’ – Old Dirty Puppet. July 2015. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Anyway, back to Mars Bar. You see, Whitebox is a non-profit gallery which focuses on ‘culturally relevant work.’ Yes, that dive bar has become ‘culturally relevant.’ Before the ‘Last Night At Mars Bar’ event, I visited Whitebox once before. It was a part of some Lower East Side art crawl festival. What was the theme – pizza? I can’t remember. Just a lot of free beer, and the night’s curator getting really upset when elderly old Chinese ladies dropped by to collect the discarded beer cans for recycling money. The female curator tried to shoo the ladies out, but since the ladies probably didn’t know any English, the curator was simply ignored. While the well dressed curator had this sour expression upon her expensively made-up face, someone in the crowd commented ‘Welcome to the real New York, lady.” The curator was not amused.

Whoever put this latest show together didn’t seem that bothered by the old Mars bar crew. In fact, the security guard was actually pretty chill. Meanwhile, the Mars Bars reunion was in full effect. East Village nostalgia.

At the installation party for 'Last Night At Mars Bar.' Photo taken by Michele Witchipoo, July 2015 at Whitebox Gallery.

At the installation party for ‘Last Night At Mars Bar.’ Photo taken by Michele Witchipoo, July 2015 at Whitebox Gallery.

Replica of Mars Bar window, at Whitebox Gallery. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, July 2015.

Replica of Mars Bar window, at Whitebox Gallery. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, July 2015.

The next night was the opening party. It pretty much picked up where the installation party left off. The show was the opening party was ‘Last Night At Mars Bar Variety Shit Show’ hosted by Johnny Bizzare. A band called The Sunnyside Social Club performed as well.

At the end of the opening party, a tad bit of sadness came over me. New York City has changed. Although there is less crime than back in the ’70s and ’80s, it’s organic creative chaos is gone. There’s still bits and pieces here and there but it’s more hipster contrived now. Nice, and safe, and guaranteed not to offend in the age of political correctness. Completely bland.

Hopefully this current state of NYC with its overpriced rents is a temporary thing.

Crowd outside Whitebox Gallery after the 'Last Night At Mars Bar' show. Whitebox Gallery. July 2015. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Crowd outside Whitebox Gallery after the ‘Last Night At Mars Bar’ show. Whitebox Gallery. July 2015. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

I watched the rest of the crowd sing merrily in the street, then head over to some watering hole nearby, in true Mars bar fashion. Since there were responsibilities to take care of the next day, this was my cue to head home. If you want to see the exhibit yourself, and you just happen to be in the NYC area, you have up until Aug. 23rd. At least I could now say I had my work shown in the infamous L.E.S.

Whitebox Gallery, created for 'Last Night At Mars Bar' show, July 2015. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

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So today, I get a notice from WordPress in the upper right corner of the laptop screen, and it’s telling me it’s been six years since I started this blog. Six years. Wow. I remember leaving NYC in 2005 for what turned out to be the biggest mistake in my life. So when I moved back to NYC at the end of 2007, it started a completely brand new chapter in my life.

Also, I was lucky to move back to NYC at the end of 2007, for I got to see NYC before all the sterilization and gentrification began to take full effect. It was like being given a chance to say goodbye to many things familiar to me since my childhood and teen years.

I don’t think NYC is as spontaneous as it was six or seven years ago. Fifteen, or even ten years ago, you could step outside your door, and there would be something to do. Now everything is just too overpriced as it crawls full of hipsters, Wall Street yuppies, or just plain smucks. Don’t get me wrong. New York City is my hometown. I was born in The Bronx, raised in Queens, and attended high school in Manhattan. I’m not some transplant living off a trust fund. I’m someone whose roots are deep inside the Big Apple. Despite all my bickering, I still love New York. NYC landlords are shifty, the subways never run properly, the buses feels like cattle transport, cyclists on those Shittybikes, aka Citibikes are always trying to run you over, finding work sucks, it’s hard to find a decent relationship of any nature in this town, and sometimes people are just plain jerks. A lot of my friends have moved out of NYC, and many others constantly talk about moving out. Guess what – I don’t care what others say. I love New York City, warts and all. It’s MY town. Even if it seems as if it’s been overrun with arrogant transients with a sense of entitlement.

Don’t get me wrong. If I had an opportunity to live in Europe, I just might take that chance. In a way, I wouldn’t mind living outside of NYC, even if it was in another state, or just outside of NYC. For now, NYC is my home until further notice.

Why am I even bringing this all up?

There’s a few reasons. (One being at the time of this particular post, Mercury is in retrograde, a time to look back) I was talking about going to LIT Lounge the other day with a friend. There was a Post Punk/Goth party happening. Suddenly I remembered the time in December 2008, when me and a few friends went to another party at LIT. After the hell I endured during 2006 and 2007, 2008 was a banner year. A fun, exciting time, and got my first chance to get my artwork published by others, besides myself. Also had my work exhibited that year for a one night art show. Goals were accomplished.

I had copies of my own self published comic with me, which at the time, was Psycho Bunny issue three. One of my best friends came up with the brilliant idea of having club goers pose with the comic. So off he went on his ‘secret’ mission.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Thus began his ‘undercover’ assignment to expose Psycho Bunny to the world…or at least to those at the party.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Taking one final swig of the brew, the agent located his first target:

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

It didn’t take long before the unsuspecting targets were willing to take a pose:

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds willing targets to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds willing targets to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds willing targets to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds willing targets to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds a willing target to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds willing targets to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Undercover WitchesBrewPress agent on a mission to get club goers to pose with a Psycho Bunny comic. Here, a WitchesBrewPress undercover agent finds willing targets to pose. Photo by Michele Witchipoo, Dec. 2008 at LIT Lounge.

Mission completed. Not content with spreading the word at LIT Lounge, we headed over to Double Down on Avenue A, to infiltrate some more.

Bartender at Double Down bar, NYC. Posing with Psycho Bunny comic issue 3. Taken Dec. 2008 by Michele Witchipoo.

Bartender at Double Down bar, NYC. Posing with Psycho Bunny comic issue 3. Taken Dec. 2008 by Michele Witchipoo.

Psycho Bunny mini-issue 2.75 behind the bar at Double Down saloon, NYC. Dec. 2008.

Psycho Bunny mini-issue 2.75 behind the bar at Double Down saloon, NYC. Dec. 2008.

Psycho Bunny mini-issue 2.75 behind the bar at Double Down saloon, NYC. Dec. 2008.

Psycho Bunny mini-issue 2.75 behind the bar at Double Down saloon, NYC. Dec. 2008.

The mission was successful, and wrapped it up with a Brooklyn Beer.

Psycho Bunny issue three. Dec. 2008.

Psycho Bunny issue three. Dec. 2008.

*These photos were originally posted on MySpace back in 2008/2009. 

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So I’m finally trying to get my website together. Here I was, typing my bio to post on my future website. As I was listing stuff I’ve done, I remembered contributing artwork for a UK club fanzine. My long time friend Jason used to publish a little ditty titled ‘Urban Groove.’ After his last trip to the US, Jason decided to put together his own ‘zine. The zine’s content focused on what he loved the most, which at the time was raves, music and clubbing. Jason asked me for some artwork, and at the time I thought nothing of it. This was way before I had decided to use a ‘pen name.’ Ironically, it was my friends Jason and Bejay who had always encouraged me to do something with my cartooning, artwork, and whatnot. I still consider those two, along with a few others to still count as my friends. Everyone else I knew back then…they’re long, long gone.

Jason’s skills as a professional printer back in Newport, Wales, proved to be in his favor as he was putting together issues of Urban Groove. Here’s the cover of one of his Urban Groove issues, dating to Winter 1998-1999:

UK based “Urban Groove” fanzine, winter 1998 – 1999. Published by Jason Mee. Some of my early artwork was used for this issue.

The photo of the skyline you see on the cover is when me and Jason went to visit the U.N. He used the NYC background as part of the fanzine cover design.

Another page from this issue. My artwork hadn’t fully developed yet, but the core was there.

Page from the UK fanzine “Urban Groove” dated winter 1998 – 1999. Published by Jason Mee. Angel cartoon drawn by Michele Witchipoo, dated 1997. That drawing was later used for some handmade Christmas/holiday cards, given to my friends around that time.

Here’s the centerfold of the ‘zine, with my drawing placed in the middle of the layout:

Centerfold layout from the UK fanzine “Urban Groove.” Published by Jason Mee during the late 1990s. Drawing by Michele Witchipoo, dated either 1997 or 1998.

I hadn’t looked through issues of “Urban Groove” in years. To my dismay, I had totally forgotten a photo Jason had published of me. This was back when I was thinner, and much cuter. Still surprised that this snapshot was used. This was back when I was a redhead. I’m the shorter one, on the left.

Advertisement in the back of the UK fanzine, “Urban Groove” for subscriptions. Photo taken in 1996 or 1997. Urban Groove was published by Jason Mee during the late 1990s.

I don’t think I would ever pose for a photo such as this today. Maybe as a joke. Similar to when I took part in a zombie beauty pageant back in December 2011. I knew I had no chance in winning, but did it more for the laughs. Being obnoxious, I suppose. But to pose for something like this? Not likely.Then again, the person in the photograph is nothing like the person I’ve become nowadays. After all, people do change.

Urban Groove stopped publication a long time ago. Jason moved on, and now finds work as a photographer. He mostly photographs sexy pin-ups.

Thus so ends another short trip down memory lane.

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After re-reading yesterday’s blog, (https://witchesbrewpress.wordpress.com/2012/06/20/a-night-of-art-takes-times-square/) I wondered if I had come across too cynical about everything. I probably did.

Just opened my email. Received one from the Artists Wanted company. Found out through their email that the Art Takes Times Square event which happened this past Monday was covered on NY1, ABC news and New York Times. Check out the link: http://www.see.me/june18th/

My illustration on a 9 x 12 digital billboard in the middle of Times Square. Art Takes Times Square event, Monday June 18th, 2012. Illustration and photo by Michele Witchipoo.

So perhaps I should do another blog entry, posting the rest of the photos from the night of June 18th, 2012. I had taken these pics with my cellphone. Unfortunately, my cell frizzled out on me yesterday afternoon. Which meant I couldn’t upload any more pics from that night.

Without further ado, here’s more photos from the Art Takes Times Square event, Monday June 18th, 2012.

The crowd gathers to check out art from the Art Takes Times Square event. Monday June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Right in the middle of the world famous Times Square of NYC. Art Takes Times Square event, June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo

Marching band. Art Takes Times Square event. Monday June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Art Takes Times Square. Monday June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

The after party. Art Takes Times Square, Monday June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Some things never fade. Art Takes Times Square after party. June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Party person. Art Takes Times Square after party. June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

DJ. Art Takes Times Square after party. June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

People love open bar. Art Takes Times Square after party. June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Dancer. Art Takes Times Square after party. June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Even the devil needs to cool off. Art Takes Times Square after party. June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

People get under something. Art Takes Times Square after party. June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Just right when my artwork pops up on the screen again during the party, this guy gets into my shot. Rude. Monday June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Here is the original illustration I had submitted to the Art Takes Times Square contest, below. Done with pen and ink, completed December 2010.

Untitled Jan. 2011 by Michele Witchipoo.

 

 

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Monday night was the “Art Takes Times Square” event. I had almost forgotten about it. Originally I wasn’t planning on attending, but then I figured, why not. It was only a short subway ride to Times Square. Figured I would snap a few pics and head back home.

It wasn’t hard to find the crowd. My rough guess about the crowd itself, it mostly consisted of artists who had participated in the contest. Then again, it’s not often that your artwork gets displayed on a 9×12 digital billboard in the middle of Times Square. Even if it was only for a minute. Still, it was joyous, as a marching band played during the festivities.

Mini marching band during the Art Takes Times Square event, Monday June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo

I made it to 42nd just in time to catch my image broadcast on the screen, maybe around 10pm-ish.

My illustration on a 9 x 12 digital billboard in the middle of Times Square. Art Takes Times Square event, Monday June 18th, 2012. The illustration was originally created and finished December 2010. Illustration and photo by Michele Witchipoo.

Then there was the after party. Okay, I was curious. Since I was one of the many artists who had their work shown, again I figured, why not.

Usually I don’t go to mainstream clubs or parties. I don’t even hang out that much anymore, to be honest. Back when I was into being social, my choice would usually be places found on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Either dive bars or small underground clubs playing more ‘Alternative’ music like post-Punk, Goth, retro 80’s New Wave, Industrial, etc. Sometimes Metal or basic Rock n’ Roll. Occasionally I would go to drag queen parties, which would sometimes be mixed with the whole downtown ‘Alternative’ scene, or fetish events. Back in the ’90s, I went to some Raves and Rave-type clubs, but again, it was part of the whole ‘Alternative’ culture. This was back during the ’90s and early 2000s’. But as for more ‘mainstream’ clubbing, I rarely did such thing.

I got to see what I was missing at the Art Takes Times Square after party. Which wasn’t much. Don’t get me wrong, I had a good time, but it felt a cross between Studio 54 and Zoolander. Well, Maybe the Tunnel mixed with Zoolander. Certainly reminded me of an early Love and Rockets comic, particularly a few panels in a Palomar story (if you don’t know what I’m talking about with the Love and Rockets comics, don’t worry.) Either way, take your pick. My favorite part was that some of the party people dressed up in costumes. It’s an aspect of clubbing that I miss very much, sort of like the old ‘Club Kid’ scene. Then again, it’s probably not fair to continue comparing today’s parties with the club events from my youth. It’s a different time after all.

Open bar at the Art Takes Times Square after party. Monday night, June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo

You could tell that at this after party, there were people who had never been to a NYC nightclub before, and it showed. So it felt like a high school dance, only with an open bar. At least there was good wine being served. The DJ sporting fashionable bunny ears played a variety of musical genres, mostly tried and true classics. Hip-Hop, 80s Pop, Current top-40, Michael Jackson, AC/DC and Nirvana. You know, typical stuff you play for a catered wedding party. Actually, now when I think of it, it did feel like a catered wedding event, only minus the food. After a while, my cynicism dropped down a bit. Observing the other guests, you could easily tell who wanted to be creative with their outfits, which I appreciated, and who just wanted to strut like a peacock on the dance floor, striving for attention. About 90% of the crowd was truly enjoying themselves with this outdoor party. It was a perfect night for dancing too, as the mid-June weather was just right.

The angel and the devil meet. The devil says “is it hot in here, or is it me?” In which the angel replies, “is it a sin to wear glittery Speedos?” Monday night, Art Takes Times Square after party. June 18th, 2012. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.

As I’m pretty much free-writing this blog entry, I realize just how cynical I have become. Wow. It is due to age? Well, I’m not that old. Not yet anyway. At the same time, I thought about something I haven’t even recalled in aeons. Like when I went to Danceteria for the first time. I was maybe 15 or 16, and had no business being there. Thanks to my caked-on Siouxsie Sioux wanna-be makeup, I made it past security who assumed I was older than I actually was and never even asked for my ID.  I wasn’t a regular Danceteria patron, but I was friends with another under-aged classmate, who went every weekend. It was this same classmate who took me to my first club that had an ‘Alternative’ scene. Once I stepped inside the building, I explored the many floors Danceteria had to offer. It wasn’t long before I got swept up in the whole underground environment. I loved every minute of it.

I even snagged one of my first ever boyfriends inside that club. It was after a Public Image Limited show at the Beacon theater. Some people wanted to head down to Danceteria afterwards to chill out, and I followed. As I sat in the club’s video lounge, some skinny dude with a small mohawk sat next to me. He inquired if “I had ever gone out with a punk rocker before?” And of course, he wasn’t of legal age either.

My days at Danceteria lasted as long as that one week high school boyfriend. Danceteria shuttered its doors, and then the Jennifer Levin case happened. Afterwards, the NYC clubs cracked down, asking to see your ID.

Back to the present and my current jaded self. Isn’t lovely to be an adult? I speak with jest, but in all, the party wasn’t bad. Seriously, I’m not a hater as I’m making myself out to be. After all, clubbing is a bit like going to church every Sunday. Nightlife survives not only on music, dancing, and fashion – people need to connect with one another. Deep down inside, very few people desire to be alone.

Being my usual cynical self at the Art Takes Times Square after party. Monday June 18th, 2012.

What am I doing here? Art Takes Times Square after party. Monday June 18th, 2012.

The after party was showing the same images that was just displayed in Times Square hours earlier. Alright, I thought to myself, and so I patiently waited to snap another photo. By the time my art and name rolled around, open bar had ended, the crowd dwindled, and a few peeps here and there started getting douche-y. My illustration pops up. Just as I snapped the pic, some big-headed jerk gets in my shot. Then I heard the first few notes of The Cure’s “Boys Don’t Cry” – a band that I am now permanently sick of since 1990 – and I was out of there.

As soon as I went past the ropes, the bouncers politely bid me farewell. Which was actually nice for a change; ’cause I do have to say, the security was surprisingly mellow. I bumped into a friend, who had just come out from work. We chatted for a bit inside another bar, which played the same Rhianna song I’d only heard earlier at the after party. Times have certainly changed, but it’s not every day you get to see your art displayed in Times Square. So yeah, that was the nicest part of them all.

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