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I take you are one of those people who get all happy to be at a party with celebrities?
Fabio wore his favorite kneepads to this party.
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Ask the DJ who charges at least 20k to spin..
The place will be packed regardless.
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Saturdays are a tough door for sure. There is no rule really for getting in there. You can have girls with you and still be turned away. It helps if you are there several times and you've become a familiar face to the door people. That's luckily why I never have problems getting in. Patterson killed it last night. Great night.
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I used to go out dolo quite a bit, but after nearly killing myself in a car accident on the way home from Factory one morning, I decided that, from now on, I'd at least take one or two people with me in case I'm too fucked up to drive home.
In 2000 (a few weeks before the S&M party at Factory), I was partying with a few friends, having a few drinks, and basically getting myself amphed to go out and dance my ass off. By the time we all decided to go home, everyone was tired, and no one even considered the idea of heading to Factory. I went home, smoked a blunt, drank a few more beers, and, around 2:30 a.m., decided to head out to Factory. I was already pretty fucked up, and probably shouldn't have been driving, but stupidity overcame me and I decided to head out.
I wound up getting into Factory pretty early (around 3:15 a.m.), and there were only a few heads chilling in there. I didn't even give a fuck for some reason. I felt pretty fucked up, and just wanted to go chill, drink, and hear some good music. I wound up doing about 6 or 7 shots of whisky before the bar closed out, and I was totally done - so done that I started falling out in the basement.
I didn't stay long. I was already drunk, couldn't keep my head up, and just wanted to pass out. Around 5:30 or so, I decided to head back home, so I left Factory, hopped in a cab, and headed over to the parking garage to pick up my car. As soon as the cab pulled up, I just opened the door and started puking all over the sidewalk. The cabby was pretty pissed, and started yelling, "No, you cannot do that shit in my cab man. C'mon, geddoutuvheer!!" I heard him, but couldn't pick my head up; I just had to get everything out.
After that shit ended, I (literally) staggered to my car, gave the guy the ticket, paid him, got into my car, and drove off. I knew I shouldn't have been driving (I couldn't even fuckin walk), but I went through the whole "I'm tired, I feel like sleeping, and I should get home because I want to pass out in my bed" self-rationalization. Ignorantly enough, I decided to head home. There have been times in the past where I have driven home pretty buzzed, but I was able to straighten up and control myself. I was never to the point where I was literally passing out behind the wheel.
I made it out of the city ok, but, by the time I got into the midtown tunnel, the sleepiness just overcame me. Right before getting out of the tunnel (on to the LIE), I fell asleep. My car swerved a bit, and my driver's side rear view mirror smacked into one of the little poles that divides the lanes in the tunnel. The smack woke me up, and I was able to gain control of the car, but my mirror was just dangling at that point. Like an asshole, I figure, "ok, I can stay awake now." I paid the toll, got on the LIE, and drove for about a mile before falling asleep again. I must've been asleep for about 30 seconds, because when I woke up again I was still in the same lane, doing about 95 mph; the only difference, however, was that I was heading straight towards a mini-van that was doing about 40 - 45 mph. I wasn't able to react in time, and just plowed right into the van, sending it flying forward a few feet. The actual impact happened so suddenly and quickly that it felt like a dream. I didn't even feel like it was really happening. Also, the impact didn't feel like it was so hard - it felt like I just bounced off the van after hitting it. I knew shit was pretty serious when smoke and steam started spewing from the front of my car.
I get out of my car, and while getting out, I realize that my knee is shredded up and totally covered in blood. It wasn't broken, but really badly cut up. It was also wedged between the crumpled door and the lower left hand side of the dashboard. I un-wedged it (not even feeling any real pain because I'm basically numb at this point), and walked around to the front of my car. What I saw was pretty scary: the entire front of the car on the driver's side was basically smushed all the way up to the windshield, and the windshield was broken in on the top. I felt as if my face was really wet, as if I'd been sweating, so I walked over to the passenger side rear-view mirror, looked at my face, and realized that my forehead was leaking blood, and that there was a very small piece of glass wedged not too deeply in my forehead. I pulled the small piece out, walked over to the driver's side of my car, and noticed a humungous Japanese guy getting out from the van that I hit. He started walking over to me very calmly, and he asked me if "I was ok." Suddenly, he decked me right in the face. I fell down, got back up, and just looked at him. I didn't even try to hit the guy back. Part of it was because I was scared shitless, another part of it was because I felt bad for plowing into him, but a big part of it had to do with fear of getting stomped out in the condition I was in. Even I were sober, the guy would've destroyed me. He looked like a jacked version of Bolo Yeung (the guy Van Damme fought at the end of "BloodSport").
I apologized to him, walked over to his van, and noticed that his wife, daughter, and mother were all sitting in the van, looking at me in shock. The daughter came out, started asking if I was drunk, and told me that she was getting her insurance information. Bolo started to phone the police, and at that point I realized that, in a matter of minutes, I was going to be fucked up the ass without a condom. So, like a truly drunken fuckin idiot, I said to Bolo, "I'm going to go get my insurance information," and once I got to my car, I got into it, slammed the door shut, started it up, and took off.
I got about 40 or 50 feet before my car died, so I pulled over on to the side of the highway. The guy pulled up in his van, ran up to me, and belted me right in the face again. I fell to the ground, got up, and just hoped he wouldn't hit me again (which he didn't). He kept asking me, "Why the fuck you trying to take off? You hit my family and then try to take off, you asshole!!" I cops were already on their way, so I decided to start looking for my insurance and registration. I was unable to find my insurance card, and by the time the police arrived I was only able to produce my registration. As soon as the cops pull up, the Japanese guy started telling them how I tried to take off after hitting them. I realized that, at this point, I was pretty much fucked up the ass, so the only thing I could think of telling the cop was, "He punched me in the face.......twice!"
The two cops were women, both of whom were very beautiful. While one cop was tending to Bolo, the other one came up to me, pulled me aside, and asked, "What happened?" At this point, I don't know how I was even able to answer the cop. I was pretty scared, and realized that the truth would only get me into a shitload of trouble, so I lied. I told the cop that I was driving in the middle lane, and that the van pulled up behind me, flashing its lights and riding my ass. I then said that the van pulled around, cut directly in front of me, and slowed down, causing me to collide into the back of it. The cop then looked at me and asked, "Have you had anything to drink tonight?" I said, "Yeh, I had one or two beers." She then said, "Yeh, I can smell it on you." At that point, the other cop came over and started talking to her partner. After about five minutes, one of them came over to me and said the following: "They (Bolo and his family) said that you tried to take off after you hit them. Is that true?" I don't know how I thought of this answer, but I said, "No, I didn't try to take off. He pulled in front of me, I was unable to avoid him, so I hit him, then he swerved off to the side. My car was still going at that point, so I pulled over, and at that time he was already behind me. I wasn't trying to take off, I just pulled over after hitting him. Then, a minute later, he gets out of his car, runs over to me, and hits me in the face." The cop looked at me and said, "listen, neither of us see any marks on your face that indicate you were punched. He's claiming that you tried to take off, and you're claiming that you were punched. Each of you are denying the other's story, so we can't prove either of them. If you want to press charges for him punching you, you will have to come down to the station, and you will be given a breath test. What I am going to do is simply put down his version of the facts (only with respect to the actual accident) and your version on the accident report, and you guys can let the insurance deal with it." I then said, "ok."
I couldn't really understand why the cop was being so lenient. A little while later, the tow truck arrived to take my car out of there. I overheard the driver talking to the cops. He then came over to me and said, "Dude, it's obvious it's their fault. There's no fuckin way someone could plow into someone that hard without the other driver cutting in front of him." The cops overheard this and didn't say anything; in fact, they almost seemed to be agreeing with him.
The cops wrote up the report as well as a summons because I was driving without valid insurance. I then hitched a ride home with the tow truck driver, got raped on the towing fee, and passed out in bed.
I woke up the next morning with cuts all over my arms, legs, neck, chest, stomach, wrists, and forehead. My left pant leg was wet with blood, and was sticking to my cuts. When I took my pants off and looked at my knee, I was in shock. I couldn't believe how much it had bled while I was sleeping. I was surprised I was still conscious. I got out of bed, hopped in my brother's car, and drove to LIJ, where I was bandaged up, given some pain killers, and sent on my way.
My life after this whole event was pretty much fucked. My car was totalled, I had no money to get a new car, and I wound up having to take the bus from L.I. into Queens everyday for work and school. This went on for about 6 months until I finally stumbled on a nice 2000 Altima, which proved to be better than the car I wrecked. It could have been much worse, however. I remember thinking of the way I felt when I was about to hit the van. Everything was just silent, and I felt so powerless. I couldnt' even believe it. I kept looking at myself and realizing how easy it is to fuck yourself up as a human. I mean, you're only skin and bone, and when you get behind the wheel of car, sometimes you (not YOU, but you know) sometimes forget that. I remember thinking how lucky I was that no one in Bolo's family was seriously injured. I would've been fucked. There was some considerable damage to his van, and as far as I knew, the troubles ended there. I felt like I was obligated to call his family and apologize, but for some reason I didn't. I didn't want to call and apologize, because I lied to the cops right in front of them, so what could I possibly say to them after that? I wasn't about to admit fault and have that shit used against me in the event of future litigation.
About 5 or 6 months later, I arrive home, and this nicely dressed man comes up to me and serves me some papers. I open the package and read the contents. The papers were notice of a suit that the family was bringing against me for negligence. Apparently, the mother suffered neck and spine injuries, some of which seemed a little far fetched, but then again, I did hit them pretty hard. They were suing for 2 million dollars (medical expenses, lost earnings, loss of future wages, pain and suffering, etc). I wasn't even surprised. I would've done the same thing. I mean, I plowed into a man and his fucking family, and pretty much got off with nothing more than a few cuts and bruises. I would be pretty pissed if I was plowed into by some drunk punk kid, and then lied to right in front of two police officers who didn't even seem to believe my story. I mean, the guy did punch me, and I think that was wrong, but it was more than justified. I'm glad, and am actually surprised, that he didn't do worse. I was really scared that the family was going to allege that I was drinking, but none of those facts were in the accident report, so they couldn't allege non-existent facts.
The lawyers for my insurance company handled the lawsuit. The family got some cash, but not much (I wasn't told exactly how much they got). I haven't spoken to the family since.
This is pretty much why I don't go out by myself anymore. I always drink when I go out, and sometimes I do the most ignorant shit. I just need to know that I can be driven home by someone who is sober. If I do go out alone once in a while, however, I just take the train in. I don't even think about taking my car out for clubbing ventures in Manhattan anymore.
I just thank God that I'm not dead, and that I was lucky enough to not have to kill someone or be killed before learning my lesson. I don't know what I would've done if I killed someone in that van.
I know this thread is old but I recommend everyone read this story even though it's long. I had a friend drive drunk recently and end up dead while killing two other people in the process. That's the flip side of this story, not everyone ends up this lucky. If you plan to go out solo and get banged up, take public transportation or make sure someone sober will be driving. It's not worth the risk.
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if he could make the crowd go nuts then he can't really be that bad of a dj..
Tony Draper used to have a packed Exit years ago going nuts week in and week out. I don't know what he sounds like now, but back then he played noise, the type of music you could only enjoy if you were effed up on shitloads of chemicals. It was garbage. Making the crowd go nuts isn't always the best litmus test of whether a DJ is good or not.
You mentioned something about DT's dirtbag look crowd earlier. I remember when Sound Factory lived up to its name of "The Pretty People Place" a few years ago. Yes, back in the day the crowd was hot, like the crowd at Crobar on many nights today. Nowadays, most of the crowd falls into the dirtbag category. Last time I went to a JP party (or just look on any picture thread on his board for current evidence) most of those kids looked like fashion victims that got hit in the face with a baseball bat.
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not that he's any better
Well since he's the man behind the pots and pans, I agree. Point is, JP doesn't even do many of the productions that have his name.
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he also played White Rabbit that night.
White Rabbit was produced by the Latin Headhunterz. For the record, Jim Heinz has been the main guy behind many of JP's productions.
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There's no way that's real. The girl is small but she has her hands at her side. To fit through the hoop she'd have be about 18 inches across including her arms. It's bullshit.
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like i said b4 the whole room was full of energy and feeling it which was a great thing.
Exactly my thoughts too. This was one of the few nights where Crobar actually had any sort of vibe, as opposed to people standing around with their beers in hand like you find on most nights. Everyone was dancing and into the party. It's hard not to when Erick is on the decks. He knows how to get a crowd moving like few others. I wasn't a big fan of the crowd, but I will admit, they were UP FOR IT and full of energy, which made for a great party.
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I wanted to go to this but ended up at the Surgeon party instead.. at like 5 am tho in my drunken stupor, I almost made the pit stop in. but the UNGODLY price of $40 (after I had already spent a shitload) just to enter the damn place held me back... would you guys say it was worth the price?
I thought it was worth it. Is showed up late so the crowd wasn't too much of a headache for me. Had a very good time. Erick was serving up some bangers the time I was there and the crowd was really into it. People dancing all over the place, on top of bars, on top of tables. It was a wild morning. Don't expect to hear much funk from Morillo, at least not in New York. In Europe, he tends to have a more classic house style where you'll hear a lot of those funky and soulful house tracks. He plays big room beats in New York and that's been his history in the recent past.
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your all haters
thats a bad picture
look at how fucken hot he looks just a few hours b4
I don't know what's worse, that picture you just posted, or that you think that picture is hot.
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Not for nothing but who cares what Danny T thinks..
and im not tryin to start drama
He's just one of many "big names" that think Fanciulli is the shit. Regardless, his sets speak for themselves.
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Sometimes the smaller name DJs actually outperform the big name guys
He's not really a small name. He just hasn't had much exposure here in the states. He's blowing up in Europe. Even Danny T thinks Fanciulli is the next big thing. He's got an immense amount of talent. I think it's only a matter of time before he's considered one of the best.
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I thought the MASK was all about peace and luff? What's going on here?
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blah blah blah.. who cares liebing is next weekend.. lol
Exactly.
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i bet the new dkny shirt you purchased savored the night for you
Ante, my large foreheaded Croat friend, stick to bashing gmccookny. You'll have better luck there.
The screen name was actually a goof on an inside joke with someone on these boards, as is the picture of the guy in my avatar. Nice (but incredibly lame) attempt at humor though. -
cursing must make you feel better
im happy 4 ya
Not particularly, since I wasn't upset to begin with. I just call them like I see them.
Phatman, if you prefer to be ignorant, there's nothing wrong with that. That's next to impossible for me to do since this has been my life for the past 12 years. It's natural for me to be critical when I don't hear a set that I'd expect from a DJ. That doesn't mean, however, that I can't have a good time even when the DJ is abominable. I did have a good time (and usually make the most out of any night) at Crobar, but it definitely wasn't due to Sander.
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sorry he wasnt up to your standard chief....ill make sure to call him tonight.
"hey sander, dkny8 on the NYC club planet message board said that you blew on sat night"
I said he wasn't up to his own usual standard you illiterate fuckwit. And guess what boards like this are for, genius? So people can bash or praise whomever they saw the previous weekend, among other things. This might come as a shocker to you, but people won't always agree (although you are obviously too dense to appreciate that). But please do give Sander my regards
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im sure if Draper was playing Zombie Nation you all woulda had a great time
:laugh: Dude, save the fucking condascension. I've heard Sander many times before over several years. This set was not up to his usual standard. His set was extremely monotonous and he put little effort into his mixing.
On another note, aside from being a good looking crowd, the crowd at Crobar absolutely blows.
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He had problems with his connecting flight.
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Very weak set. The guy was probably sleep deprived from travelling and spinning 3 nights in a row, but that's no excuse for a half-ass performance.
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We've had "That Kid Chris" here before. He Opened for Victor Calderone on June 26th 2004 for Gay Pride weekend.
I should have been more clear, as a headliner.
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Four people were stabbed, but no one was killed. Big fights going on involving many people and the bouncers were absolutely useless to do anything to get the situation under control. One person had a bottle cracked over their head. As if the club scene needed any more free publicity.
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Main Room: DJ Chris Staropoli “That Kid Chrisâ€
It's about time this man gets to work a room like this.
The screen name was actually a goof on an inside joke with someone on these boards, as is the picture of the guy in my avatar. Nice (but incredibly lame) attempt at humor though. 
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Sound Factory Re-Opens, from NYDN
in New York / New Jersey
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It became more about the drugs. Music was still important, but when you have management involved in peddling the drugs, of course you are going to attract more degenerates. The crowds in SF's last few years were terrible and helped destroy that place. JP falling off and doing his marathon sets didn't help either.
BTW Copa, the best beats and some of the most legendary parties of that era (Juniorverse, Sasha/Digweed, Digweed/Tenaglia, Cox/Tenaglia, Hawtin/Cox) were held at Twilo, not SF.