Today I was going to write about 4AM, Jon Lennon, Jus-Ske, and Adam Alpert’s new music management company, but I got to sleep way after 4am and I’m not up to it. I haven’t felt this bad since Jeannie Luvullo told me to “take 2 of these.” A famous man, or was it a bartender, once told me, “We are young only once. After that we need some other excuse.” You got my excuse. Now live with that, or go read Perez Hilton.
It was Tommy Gunn’s soiree over at The Bowery Electric that kept me and a crew that hasn’t been in the same room since Ronald Reagan, up ‘til the wee hours. These days, if this group is up at the wee hours it’s because it’s the pee hours. A long line of ex-somebodies, zombies, and rocking chair rockers lined up outside. The not- quite-ready-for-a-walker set waved hello, smiled, and squinted at each other, and I tried very hard to remember their context. Everybody told me I looked great. They either couldn’t really see me without their bi-focals, were being polite, or were speaking relative to the rest. It was great seeing these long lost creatures of the night all dressed up as they were back in the day. There was enough old leather, spandex, and vintage clothes to reopen Love Saves The Day. Heather “rabbit” Litteer manned the door and whisked me and mine inside.
It was a madhouse out there and way too bright to revisit most of these memories. I sought out host Tommy Gunn who I hadn’t seen for a long time. He was the same—a human time capsule. I told him the event was brilliant and he responded he couldn’t tell. People throwing great parties often have different expectations and it’s hard for them to get a handle on what’s really going on. I told him only he could get this crew together after the decades. Mars owner Yuki Watanabe, Rock America guru Ed Steinberg, and DJ/producer Mark Kamins posed with me for photos.
Danceteria owner John Argento agreed to make the reunion party we’re having on May 9th official and therefore great fun. Marcia Resnick, Matt De Matt—still so relevant toda—mixed with dozens of players of a time when clubs were so different than today. Designer Michael Savoia chatted up author Zoe Hanson which digressed into a “look at my tattoo here contest.” Spandex designer queen Natasha Adonzio complained to me how hard it is to organize her fashion show after so many years of leaning on me. The Bowery Electric staff was wonderful. Somehow I felt they had mentally morphed into nurses at a retirement home for this group. They constantly needed to talk loudly and slowly to explain what was up or down. Someone said you can’t even smoke in clubs anymore and longed for years gone by. I reminded them of the reality of those times. You could smoke and everyone shot heroin and everybody left with strangers every night, for sure. But every afternoon you would wake up and learn that a friend or two hadn’t survived. Bad doses often took out as many as half a dozen familiar faces. Then aids took out the needle and sex set. A generation of creative forces were lost in the span of 5 years. I rose in status because I survived and filled the niche of way better players who passed. Last night we celebrated the reunion of so many people but the absence of so many was also felt. John Barrymore said “A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.” That hasn’t happened to me yet, although I am quite tired this morning.