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club philosophy

I don’t usually talk about a club, in the club
but last night I was chattering breathlessly, at midnight,
about how right the club had gotten its atmosphere. 
I’m never quite sure, design-wise, what’s ‘now’ and what’s retro nuance.

My bf Peter said the design was “Warholism,” whatever THAT is.
I gave him a puzzled look and he said. “The Factory?” Like that meant something. 
Why is he so much smarter than me?  It’s unjust.

Lets wax poetically..

The drinks were priced like artifacts 
but we ordered them like essentials.

A club is a machine calibrated for pleasure.
Similar to real life, but with much better lighting
plus their decors are tuned to optimistic escapism.

Last night’s club, was all chrome and blue light
making us feel like we were on a spaceflight

Clubs hit escape velocity around midnight
when everyone’s having their own garish moment
- crowds roll in on the vibe, and things warm up.

When moving on the floor started to feel like work
we escaped the ordinary for the cooler mezzanine 

We arrived as our drinks were being freshened up
I tip well and they’re happy to manage my money

It was a good thing. Our generation doesn’t know 
how to wait without looking like we’re waiting.

BTW: Don’t you LOVE anti-spiking drink covers?!    #justbrilliant 

ok, now it’s Saturday morning

My head is pounding, as if someone were striking it, 
every thirty seconds or so, with a timpani malot.

“That was the LAST time..” I moan, but I was being ironic.
I know it’s not true, Peter knows it’s not true, I know, he knows, 
I know it’s not true - but he gets my meaning - that’s irony.

Peter never seems to have a hangover and at times it pisses me off. 
“How do you feel,” I ask him in my smallest voice - lest I awake the timpanist.
“Fine,” he says, with an enjoyable sense of righteousness.
He sips his coffee as if he has not a care. 
“You’re only fine because your head is empty,” I lash out in a whisper.
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A song for this:
Can't Tame Her by Zara Larsson
Tears by Sabrina Carpenter  [E]
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[E] = Explicit lyrics
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Fallica Avatar
April 11, 2026 at 10:28 AM
I don't believe ANYBODY is out of your league.
Vionet Avatar
April 12, 2026 at 9:27 PM
Well, that's because you're practically family =]
Vionet Avatar
April 12, 2026 at 9:27 PM
Well, that's because you're practically family =]
Vionet Avatar
April 11, 2026 at 7:16 PM
Well, that's because you're practically family =]
Fallica Avatar
April 11, 2026 at 10:27 AM
I know you write brilliantly, you know I know you write brilliantly; etc. / Peter knows The Factory? / BS from Columbia? / The Factory and Studio 54 were at their tail end when I moved into The City. / Despite The Limelight being in full swing just down Sixth Avenue from me, I was more of a Blue Note, Village Vanguard patron myself. Did I ever tell you about the time I clinked beer bottles with Springsteen (who was incognito) at The Bitter End?
Vionet Avatar
April 11, 2026 at 7:02 PM
Ahhh.. NO you did NOT (Springsteen)!
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