Wednesday, January 23, 2013


Two months ago, someone approached me in the DJ booth at my weekly Wednesday Good Times party and asked me whether DJ Billy Pfeiffer (former resident at Wonder Bar and Starlight) actually exists or is just some mysterious music-making online persona. Not only does he exist but we got him on the decks last Wednesday and he gave us tracks (and Trax) for days.

Keisha was (SPOILER ALERT!) out on an early evening pub crawl, seemingly winding down the evening around 10pm when we arrive at Good Times. She was also giving butch boy realness in the window I'm now deeming our "photo booth."

Snaxx super DJ Gustavo is an old friend of the guest DJ and hadn't been out on a weeknight in forever, which is why we were glad he danced the night away and agreed to play a Brazilian Carnival-inspired Good Times on February 6th. Ole!

Cesar (right) and Timothy swung by for a drink and told me about an uptown soiree they have in the works for February, to which I replied, "Uptown? Ain't nobody got time for that!"

An HBO original series waiting to happen.

Guest DJ Billy Pfeiffer, hamming it up in the booth right before he began DJing. Might I add that he opened his deep house set with Rihanna's Diamonds? And NO ONE was mad at it, including me.

Jeremy (left) delivered a big full of vinyl back to Billy that he had borrowed. Billy almost left said bag in the DJ booth at the end of the night (no, I wasn't thinking about stealing it. Or was i?) but came back for them by the end.


Denise (left, with Fritz) actually forgot to request Die Another Day last week. That's how effing good the music was.

Crazy face poses by me and my Trani. Trani has been heading up the birthday committee for inimitable nightlife legend Michael T. for 20something years now so count on seeing her next Wednesday when we celebrate the life and the love that we share for guest DJ Michael T.

The prettiest angels on earth.

Jazzy introduced herself on Wednesday and then popped up again on Friday to thank me for the music while everyone was dancing their asses off at Jizz out at Metropolitan Bar. Looking forward to our next run-in.

Photographer Jeff Eason, doing his best Gene Simmons.

The look goes as follows.

It's all about a neck protection scarf in the back of a baseball cap. I love.

When I go through all these photos, I pretend that the more dressed up fellows (aka men who wear newsies caps) all speak with English accents. I also associate drinking on dark and cold nights with the entire country of England.

Matt (left) and an older, Nebraska version of himself.

A late night photo booth visit from the now mobile phoneless Alon. Not having a mobile phone is actually turning into a thing in 2013! You can all thank Steph Stone for that.


Our DJ Daddy Johnny Dynell actually work up from a nap and came to hang from 3am till close, sharing real estate stories about how he and Chi Chi could have bought a 2-bedroom in their building for a mere $10K more than what they paid! (although this was the early 80s and the were broke and they still managed to buy a 1-bedroom in Union Sq. for cheap.)

This chick ACTUALLY STARTED CRYING at 355am because I wouldn't play Lady Gaga. Sorry! Michael T. won't be playing Gaga next week either at our Good Times Birthday Hurrah for him. See you there! xo, Sparber

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