Twerking Hard in the East Village

GOOD TIMES: MICHAEL T.'S ROYAL 45TH BIRTHDAY

2012-01-31T22:11:00.016-05:00

And we're back! This week's photos come to you after a brief hiatus due to me being out of the country and also me being pretty much spent after Michael T.'s blowout Good Times birthday bonanza two weeks ago. As you can see from the photos, "its" birthday was a who's who of downtown nightlifers who turned up to celebrate the living legend that is the one and only Michael T.

Fritz (center) is back on the scene. Fritz (with Denise and Shaquandré) took a nightlife hiatus of his own for nearly a year after he moved back from Europe but has been out and about of late and we couldn't be happier. Thanks for the artisanal bread Denise!

Cheers to Brewster, who was out on the earlier side of things that evening but only because he started boozing at an early hour like a true Irishman.

The gorgeous glamazon that is Harriet Halloway also took a nightlife hiatus to focus on her comedy career this past winter and was also in mourning ever since Beige at B-Bar shut down but was out in full force for Ms. Michael T and all the guest performers and DJs that performed for Michael.

Convinced that they staged this in front of the DJ booth where I was taking photos (still no cameraman!) so they would end up on the blog. If not, haaaaaaay! East Village TMZ in full effect.

I met Samer (left) earlier that day at the Apple Store and invited him to the Good Times festivities that we do every Wednesday and he showed up! Not only that, but he clearly became enchanted and seduced by the blue-haired vixen known as Erickatoure Aviance.

I don't know their secrets (YET) but I can promise you that Johnny Dynell (left) and Tranny (right) have somehow discovered the fountain of youth since the two of them refuse to age. Tranny even told me that she's been in charge of organizing Michael T. birthday events for 15+ years!

We hear that Stephanie Stone (right, with Ericka) had been sick as a dog in drag all week but mustered up the energy to come and perform a showstopper in honor of Michael T.'s 45th.

After Michael T.'s birthday, I DJed in Los Angeles and vacationed in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico and then traveled to Ricky's hometown of Atlanta (that's Ricky on the left, with Peter), where I learned about Stone Mountain and the mountainside laser light shows that I've been missing out on all my life.

Michael T.'s vast network of friends, DJs, freaks and more stretches far beyond the confines of gay clubs, as evidenced by Rochelle here who I used to work with at one point and has known Michael T. forever and a day, just like me.

Rob wishes! Rob (right) and Rodrigo in yet another picturesque moment from Rob's newfound organization, Daddy Chasers Anonymous. I'm a client too.

Revelers in sweaters and jackets, since the weather in New York has gone from freezing to spring time and back to freezing in the two weeks since this particular Good Times at Eastern Bloc party.

Billy (center, with Mattayish) flew back to Los Angeles too right after this party to host the magazine party I DJed for Starrfucker at the Faultline, which was bananas and I'm ready to come back to LA and DJ again as soon as Billy brings me there.

DWAYNE WAYNE FLIP SHADES IN THE HOUUUUSE.

A very clothed and handsome gentleman up on the stripper pole, giving you Cab Calloway realness.

Ryan Chastity is now making a point to pose for pictures in any way possible to convince you that he is not in fact chaste or into chastity as his adopted last name suggests.

The handsome young'uns known as Lucus (right) and Ryan.

This cutie was as sweet as could be when he leaned over and told me he was headed to another gay East Village watering hole where the beers were a dollar or two cheaper. Apparently he's never seen Steph Stone or Erickatoure perform before because clearly you can not put a price on shows like that.

DA BOOKWORMZ!

Now is as good a time as any to mention that the next Good Times (Feb. 1, 2012 y'all) will star me and my transcontinental DJ friend and Scissor Sister DJ superstar Sammy Jo. Sammy may or may not have access to new and unreleased Scissor material is all I have to say. I'll be playing my usual Lana Del Rey remixes and old school PJ Harvey tracks.

Say goodbye to Mikey L.'s long, luscious locks because we hear he recently chopped them off and is giving a fierce boy looks once again.

Jeremy shared some TOP SECRET info with us about his 2012 musical endeavors and let's just say that we couldn't be prouder of his hard work and determination with his Get Up record label and his House of Stank music pursuits.

Giving you purple pants for days.

I can only imagine the ruckus and mayhem that we will experience when Rainblo celebrates his 45th birthday in like, 25 more years.

Spontaneous dance party to the sounds of me, Michael T., Rich King or Nita. Yes, we all DJed and we all turned it. What else would you expect?

Instagram superstar and part time Eastern Bloc bartender and coat checker Marc.

Steph Stone, letting them HAVE IT.

And for the next surprise of the evening...

...a rare and spontaneous performance by none other than the man of the hour...

...MICHAEL T.!

If you've ever seen Michael perform, then you know that he lights up on stage and becomes another person and this night was no exception. So much love and so many cheers for the one and only Michael T.

Of course, the final performance came from Good Times veteran and drag royalty Erickatoure Aviance, who did a Heart number of all things as per Michael's request.

Oh, and she killed it. She also evoked the Aphex Twin Come to Daddy music video for this here pose which made the entire performance all the more captivating and thrilling.

Danny (left) and Jonathan, doing a one-half nelson in the absence of the only nightlife queen not to show, Mr. One-Half Nelson.

It always feels like a three-day weekend when Ricky stays out past midnight, not that we're complaining.

This coming Sunday, I'm guest DJing for the very first time in the basement of the iconic West Village bar, The Monster, with big daddy Rich King (seen here) and tech house guru Dandylion. Rich also called Good Times the Chuck E. Cheese of gay nightlife parties since he too will be having a birthday with us on March 28 (if you can still move after black party weekend).

Heaven Campos, in what appears to be a sweatsuit onesie with a fannypack belt. There is truly only one thing you can say about this photo: SHE. BETTA. TWERK.

More TMZ, on location in the gay East Village.

Tall friends! Damian and Jeff and I are counting down the days until Fire Island 2012 even though none of us have any "insider information" about the whole rebuilding process that is happening in the Pines. Sorry!

Almost without fail, there is ALWAYS a late night show that commences around 2 or 3am by some enthusiastic Good Times volunteer patrons and this party was no exception.

SHOWS!

SHOW GOERS!

SHOW STOPPER!

When Ericka gets all dolled up, everyone and I mean EVERYONE wants to get their photo taken with her. And can you blame them?

The late night set, courtesy of Nita who was not featuring the weird Rihanna request or whatever request was made right before this photo was snapped.

Get into my Lords of Acid shirt because I'm buying 10 more. I sit on acid!

Darren came back to the DJ booth do to a time check because the friends and family of Michael T. were not exactly forthcoming with tips. He also freaked the eff out when Nita played Bela Lugosi's Dead because it was the last call song back in his hometown Oregon gay bar.

Gays who take photos of other gays in bars with iPads! Acceptable or not acceptable?

This photo pretty much sums up all of Michael T.'s ghoulish desires.

And when Michael T. is really really feeling it, she will unleash a late night, 330am runway show like none other, and that is exactly why we love her.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL! May you have another glorious 45 years ahead of you and then some. See you at the next Good Times when Sammy Jo guests with yours truly. xo, Sparber

THANK YOU

2012-01-31T20:09:00.004-05:00

Thank you to the guy who sold me a replacement Lumix camera via eBay. I got the camera at a good price and as an added bonus, he left some photos on his memory card like this gem below.

There were also (blurry) photos from a concert and some portraits of a dude wearing a Freddy Kruger mask but I'll spare you the visuals.

GAY EAST VILLAGE, 1997

2012-01-20T18:27:00.002-05:00

Three choice photos from 1997, courtesy of EV Grieve, including old school hang out, The Bar, as well as that huge awning Boiler Room used to have, and...

...GLOBAL 33!!!! This was the spot where I first met Michael T. when he DJed Sundays and my attendance was pretty religious (mostly for the $2 blood orange margaritas. AND Michael T., of course)

ZEN MOMENT OF THE DAY: NUTELLA-COVERED BACON

2012-01-20T18:22:00.002-05:00

In honor of the upcoming World Nutella Day.

GOOD TIMES: ALDO'S TASTY TREATS

2012-01-17T02:40:00.014-05:00

Once upon a time I shopped at an awesome New York City record shop named Throb. At last Wednesday's Good Times party at Eastern Bloc, Throb owner Aldo Hernandez, once known for his raunchy downtown parties called Meat and Click & Drag, guested with me and proved that his music tastes are still as impeccable as ever.

The cub scout gang, aka Robinson, Rob, Jeb and Kyle (from left), got off to an early start, maybe cuz Rob was leaving for Chicago the following day or maybe because Robinson really likes to get his drink on as early as possible.

Guest DJ Aldo (left) goes waaaaaaay back with bartender Darren (center) and Michael T. Aldo even recognized Darren's ceiling decor from an old club maybe in the meatpacking district. Needless to say, this reunion moment needed to be captured on camera.

Creative ways to tip the coat checker.

Your Good Times staffers Rob (left) and Marc (center) and another dude who was stand-up napping over at coat check.

Blue shirts, black hats. You know the one on the left took his glasses off for this photo so they wouldn't look like full-on twins.

Former Good Times DJ Kevin, also known as DJ Down-E back in San Francisco where he DJs an awesome Friday night party at the Stud called Some Thing, partied with us till 4am last Wednesday before hopping a 6am flight back west. Last time he did this, the check-in girl totally called him out for "smelling like he had a good night."

You've truly made it when you are finally the topic of graffiti in a bathroom stall!

Anddy and Miss Tara Miso Rice, who we also kiki-ed with late night on New Year's Eve back in Chicago. We love us some Tara and wish her the best 2012 ever with all her drag pageantry undertakings.

Another happy pole dancing participant.

Kevvy (left) and his handsome Welsh friend who may or may not also live in California. Speaking of California, I'm in Los Angeles this Friday, January 20th, at a Faultline party called Raunch and we promise that it will live up to its name.

Major Yeah Yeah Yeah's shirt, major titty twister and major drunk face all happening in unison.

More adorable boys in adorable Navajo print sweaters. Sadly I was using a replacement camera this particular week which was less vibrant and had a real crappy flash. Still searching for a weekly Good Times cameraman too if you know of any young and hungry party men with a working index finger.

Daddy Chasers Anonymous.

PLAZA QUEEN! Mike Diamond has been blowing up the internet of late with his Shit Rancid Gay Guys Say parts one and two and frankly I can't get enough. He promises to make another if anyone starts an online petition and gets 10,000 signatures so get it on, pla-tha queens!

I wear my sunnnnnnnn-glasssses at night.

So next week, Rich (center, with Michael and Roberto) is guesting along with me and Nita for the illustrious Michael T.'s Good Times birthday bonzana. Ms. T. will be 45 and still alive on the actual night of his birthday, Wednesday January 18th, and we can think of no better way to celebrate "it" than with fun sets and guest performances by Erickatoure Aviance and Stephanie Stone. NOT TO BE MISSED.

La da dee, la da dah, la da dee, la da daaaa....

Another January baby celebrated his birthday this week as well and his name is Thomas and he is gifting someone near the bar the smell of his sweet scented armpit.

Other items of interest near the bar.

Sweethearts in stripes and vests but I can't help thinking that that platinum blonde in the back corner is unintentionally stealing the limelight.

This hunk who is half-hugging bartender Darren here was totally wild in a way we really love over at Good Times, though apparently not everyone loved it judging from the side eye he's getting at the bar.

Speaking of hunks, Hi Eliot! That's Eliot with one L and one T for anyone else who needs to type his name up on a weekly basis.

My Henley friend, sporting yet another awesome Henley at another awesome Good Times.

You've been bunny eared.

Newsflash: it has gotten really really really really cold here in New York City. It also drizzled rain last Wednesday bringing our official rainy Wednesday count in 2012 up to one. (It was something like, 27 in 2011. I swear).

Bartender Sam in reflective wear, just in case you can't spot him with your camera flash at the bar.

So nice to welcome back our resident Janet Jackson fanatic Sean, who is looking as cute and cozy as ever.

DANCE PARTY! Aldo played a really major set of Janelle Monae remixes and other awesome stuff. He did play one Gaga track too but we won't hold it against him.

Did you know that when you google Homothugs for photos, Danilo's photo comes up in the first first row? Thank you twerking.com.

Me, Chaz (left) and Michael. Thank you for the free breast cancer exam Michael!

He won beard of the evening by a long shot though I'm not sure who gave him his prize.

Did you know that in England, they call flat-brimmed hat wearers Supreme Queens?

Aldo was singing and dancing along to his set in the DJ booth and was really letting the children have it. Good Times hearts Aldo Hernandez.

My Avenue C neighbors, who I met last Wednesday on their first but hopefully not last visit to Good Times at Eastern Bloc.

Dustin Z., PLA-THA QUEEN!

Tobin and Michael sitting in a tree.

#NewYorkNecessities

Absolutely loving everything about her, from the leopard wrap to the purple bangs to the furry wrap. I can only imagine what her footwear was looking like.

Speaking of footwear, you know Michael T. loves a boot so if you are in a hurry and unable to bring "it" a gift next Wednesday at his birthday, I'm sure a pair of cowboy or motorcycle boots will suffice.

An incredibly shy Australian named Tim who rarely likes to be photographed but loves a Wednesday Good Times party. Come on down and meet him.

All black everything, courtesy of Frankie S.

SURPRISE! DJ James Cerne from Boston's Foxy party mentioned that he MIGHT just be in town this week so we were delighted when he strolled in at 3am for a late night beer and chat. If only his move to LA coincided with our DJ gig there next week.

EXTREME LATE NIGHT CLOSE UP.

Late late night portraiture from the DJ booth. Not mad at the view either.

Even though the bar cleared out, Chaz and I lasted till 4am and began dreaming of later nights of DJing and partying once he moves to Berlin in March. As for the rest of you, thanks for coming and see you next week for Michael T.'s big birthday throwdown. xo, Sparber

I LOVE BIG ANG

2012-01-16T16:51:00.000-05:00

SERENADES

2012-01-16T15:15:00.007-05:00

While we patiently wait for something new from the Knife or Fever Ray, I present to you this Knife-esque track (minus Karen's voice, which always seals the deal) by Serenades that is posted on rcrdlbl today here.

TRAIN ME

2012-01-16T14:56:00.001-05:00

IS THAT A SAM GOODY'S?

2012-01-15T19:15:00.002-05:00

Sort of surprised that CD shops like this still exist in the world but that said, I'm feelin' her flow and look, both of which are vaguely reminiscent of Remy Ma.

TITANTIC 3D PR STUNT!

2012-01-15T18:01:00.002-05:00

RIP to the deceased passengers aboard the Italian cruise ship that ran into rocks this past Friday evening. A true tragedy that is reminiscent of the Titanic, a famous 1912 disaster that inspired the 1997 box office hit film which just so happens to be coming out in 3D this April. COINCIDENCE???

HER MAJESTY'S MICHAEL T.'s ROYAL BIRHTDAY GOOD TIMES

2012-01-14T14:17:00.001-05:00

GOOD TIMES: YOU'RE MY MAGICIANS

2012-01-10T18:26:00.014-05:00

Straight off the plane from Chicago and straight to work I went last week for the first Good Times party of 2012. To kick off the New Year, I invited an old friend and former Good Times guest DJ, Sugartitz, who hadn't partied with us in ages due to one of those day job things that sometimes keeps him from coming out on a Wednesday. We've resolved to encourage friends and strangers alike to shed such restrictions on their lives, especially if 2012 is the end of it all.

A handsome duo of heebs in Henleys, also known as Shahar (left) and Elliott.

Charlize told me that our marriage is now "open" since I've been traveling so much even though I'll still always be wifey.

Right before this photo was taken of these Israelis moteks, Shahar and Idan, another Israeli friend told me he had just flew in from "Tel Aviv for the weekend," which first made me think, wow, I just weekend in Tel Aviv more often before realizing that Tel Aviv is like, halfway around the world.

Guest DJ Sugartitz (right) and a happy Mexicana mama named Pailo, who told me I'm going to have the best time in Puerto Vallarta later this month but to travel outside the city unless I was in the mood for a lil' decapitation.

My soul sister Mikey L. turned up (yes, I was taking all the photos from the DJ booth since we are now in need of an amateur Wednesday photographer. Free drinks and lots of men! Email me) with long blonde hair. That's right. She's gone blonde just to prove that blondes DO have more fun and stay up way way later than you. Or at least Mikey does.

Did I mention that this was a Lime-themed party? Not the kind of lime that in the bottom of his vodka soda but Lime as in the Canadian electro synth / italo husband and wife duo also known as Denis and Denyse.

Globetrotter Robertro P. was also in Tel Aviv "for the weekend," but only because he's dividing his time now between London and Tel Aviv rather than London and Rome. Tough life, huh?

SALAD IS THE NEW BLACK!

I actually met Tony (right) when I was 16 years old and visiting my best girl friend up at Boston University, where she lived with Tony. So in theory, he is one of the very first gays I ever met, though I hadn't seen him since then, which was a long, long time ago.

You're my magicians!

That funny optical illusion where it looks like his arm is going straight down the Henley and into god knows where.

So being a bit pooped from flying, I asked for a volunteer photographer and James B. (in the purple) came through and took a ton of the following photos (thanks James!) before our trusted Good Times camera went kaput.

The frenchies!

I don't even know where to find Marlon now (on the right) since his stint at the Chelsea Hotel has ended much like the club downstairs and everything else Chelsea Hotel related ever since it was sold. I suppose there's always that backroom at Paddles that he hangs out in.

Sugartitz turned it as usual with his eclectic mix of divine tracks and Divine tracks.

I thought that the holiday crowds at our weekly Wednesday party would have settled by January but apparently I was wrong. #sweatybettys

Insert some witty caption about the male gaze here.

Mica (left) flew in from San Francisco to guest host in a boy look, since he was also working on a theatre project while here in New York and did have enough time to transform into his alter ego we all know and love, VivvyAnne ForeverMORE!

DIRK! Our superstar barman's husband, Dirk, popped in to say guten tag and auf wiedersehen all at once since he headed back to Berlin shortly after our party but we're hoping he comes back soon or that we travel and DJ in Berlin even sooner.

Shake whatcha mama gave ya.

New York's number one ginger, Sean, was digging on the Katy B. Gigamesh remix that I played when he wasn't fielding questions about his own downtown ginger-themed party, Fire in the Hole.

Christian hasn't been to a Good Times party in eons, which left me delightfully surprised when he came by to say hey. Then I realized that our guest DJ, Sugartitz, is actually his boyfriend.

Babe we're gonna love tonight (in our Henleys).

Living for that varsity band jacket.

Former Good Times coatchecker Kevin F. (left), who still seems to gravitate toward the coat check area when he comes by for a visit, though in this photo he's standing at a part of the bar we like to call "the game room."

Shy silver foxes abound.

It would be odd to not mention a very good friend of ours, Mike Hamm, who should be hugging onto Steven's other arm in this here photo. Sadly, Mike suffered an aneurysm over the holidays and passed away this past week. Mike was a Good Times regular and truly loved by everyone who knew him or even met him once. A super duper sweetheart who will be sadly missed.

We love you Mike Hamm and we're still thinking about you and your pornstache and cheeky photo comments at our weekly parties. Gone but not forgetten. xoxoxoxxo

Since the party must go on, we're looking onwards and upwards in 2012 with handsome men like these and guest DJ Aldo Hernandez at the next Good Times, who used to own Throb Records and was the resident DJ at Meat and Click & Drag and other famous New York parties that you should learn about.

Me and the boys of summer, now in the dead of winter.

Good Times, starring Chris as the superstar scat queen pig. That sounds about right?

It actually wasn't even 2am yet when this photo was taking. It was just the second to last picture on the camera before it went to that digital junkyard in the sky (or Fresh Kills on Staten Island). Don't worry though - we have a backup camera for next week and will hopefully find a backup cameraman too.

Annnnnnnnnd we're out (even though there was a huge wave of late night partiers who were lucky enough to evade the camera...FOR NOW). Thanks for coming and RIP Mike, our awesome, beloved friend. See everyone else next week for another Good Times with Aldo and me. xoxo

BORN TO DIE, GUCCI STYLE

2012-01-10T17:41:00.001-05:00

KIKI KLYMAXX

2012-01-07T12:33:00.001-05:00

I'm not feeling her flow as much as her production and her name, which is maybe the most major hip hop / drag name ever: Kiki Klymaxx. Get it Kiki!

I WENT TO A PARTY LAST SATURDAY NIGHT

2012-01-06T00:49:00.002-05:00

...I didn't get laid, I got in a fight.

GETTING RAUNCH IN HELLASIA

2012-01-05T16:17:00.000-05:00

TODAY IN UNAUTHORIZED NICKI MINAJ SAMPLES

2012-01-05T16:15:00.000-05:00

40 Cal ft. Nicki Minaj - Lolli

GOOD TIMES: HOT BOY DANCING GOOD TIMES

2012-01-04T15:54:00.015-05:00

Closing out another lovely year at our lovely Wednesday night Good Times party at Eastern Bloc, we had a very special DJ guest with us last week from the shores of London who goes by the name The Lovely Jonjo. Jonjo throws a ruckus of a London party called Hot Boy Dancing Spot. He also managed to get hot New York boys out and dancing as well.

FLASHBACK MOMENT! This is what Ryan (left, with Evans) looked like when I met him many years ago working at Kim's Video. Long haired and beardless.

Greg and Greg had an early start to their evening but partied till late like everyone else this particular night, since it was that week between Christmas and New Year's when people are back in the city but don't have to work and can therefore get really really shitfaced.

Yes, there are five people in this photo but there is only one you need to take note of and he is the prophet known as Armando and you need to go and join the We Heart Armando Flores Facebook fanpage right now.

Twin spectacle looks.

Garret (left) and James aka the Bozo Squad. Okay, they're not really bozos but anyone James rolls with is automatically in his bozo squad since he's been hard at work reviving the word 'bozo,' which is majorly due for a 2012 comeback.

Dimitrios (right) and another guy but once again we are slowly being hypnotized by the Dimitrios and his V-neck.

Presenting the Lovely Jonjo. Jonjo was actually going to start his set off with Glass Candy's Warm in the Winter (wonderful AND weather appropriate) but I somehow beat him to it by closing my set out with the very same song. Great minds think alike! So he ran with it and played italo and hip hop and a million other amazing songs and was indeed quite lovely.

Jonjo's boyfriend (right) kept him company near the booth as did his New York boyfriend (left). That's right. I smell a thrupple!!!!!!

2012 is all about thrupples or three-way couples, aka three-person relationships, and we think Kevin, Gary and Michael (from left) need to jump on this bandwagon ASAP.

Alex and Denise, battling one another for the single-stall bathrooms we love to fight over at Eastern Bloc.

Habaybi! Nassar (right) and Ahmed pretty much know every queer in the Middle East, which is why I'm booking my Kuwaiti-Saudi DJ tour faster than you can say babaganoush.

Superstar DJ Michael Magnan, wearing one of the tshirt creations he's been selling online with much success. Apparently there might even be a new tshirt for sale every week. Get into it.

Double bathroom-line side-eye, courtesy of Ryan (left) and Louis.

Even though I haven't seen Paul (right, with Zac and Petey) since our short-lived Wahwee party, I get to keep up with his every move thanks to our Tajikistanian barber Ross, who is quickly becoming a gay gossip kingpin in the East Village.

Standing room only for as far as the eye can see at last week's Good Times, with tons of handsome men like the cutie in the black and white stripes.

Wait, when do we do that whole mistletoe thing? Christmas or New Years? Let's just do it now and get it over with please.

PHOTOBOMB!

Matteo (right, with Garrett) and I made a date to dine at his Top Chef boyfriend's former restaurant because I hear its really yummy and it's a good excuse to socialize outside of da club.

The 2012 facial hair forecast is looking very handlebar right about now.

Impromptu piggyback rides!

Giving you Little Mac effect (yes, that's a Mike Tyson's Punch Out reference) after one or two KOs.

This Charming Man.

Shaquandré (right) had a bit of a rough week but was instantly cheered up by the handsome men and heavy pours that we do at Good Times.

Greg and Tim, begging me to cue the Turtles' So Happy Together right about now.

Another so happy together couple. Either love is in the air or dudes just need a cuddle buddy in this 18 degree Farenheit weather (that's -7 degrees Celsius, Europe).

Another thing that cheers Shaquandré up: smooth abs. She likes smooth jazz too.

Is he is needing some help opening that PBR?

Paul M. is now taking applications for winter cuddle buddies. The position may be temp to perm but all applicants must start off with a three-month trial period.

Yes folks, I braved the cold in this tank top which was actually necessary given all the body heat of a packed out Good Times.

The First couple of Good Times 2012.

There's a new flyer for the Raunch party I'm DJing in Los Angeles later this month at Faultline (Jan. 20!) and it features William (right) shooting laser beams from his eyes. Can't wait to see that party trick in real life.

Speaking of LA, two more transplants turned up at last week's party, Jason (left) and Miguel, both of whom have abandoned the sun and fun for more Broadway shows and a closer proximity to Big Ang and the rest of the Mob Wives.

Michael (left) and JR, who I now understand much better after spending an entire week in Chicago with a hoosier much like JR. (New Years in Chicago was awesome, btw. Thanks AK! xoxo.)

Happy New Year Richard! We love when you come to Good Times and hope to see you a ton more in 2012, aka the final year of civilization on Earth.

Arms folded yet both are giving you grins for days.

Profile shots! 2012 is gonna be all about sexy profile shots like this one here.

Jackie, all bundled up and throwing world peace signs.

Too much GHB.

Could 2012 be the year of DJ Ru Bot? She's already dazzled us with her monthly mixes and I suspect she has even bigger things up her sleeve.

Though I didn't get a photo of a proper three-way kiss, this was the best thrupple evidence I could gather for the evening.

Armando, giving sexy eyes and air kisses to the camera.

In search of the mistletoe.

Things to look forward to in 2012: Good Times' five-year anniversary party in March! Not to mention Good Times guest DJ spots this month from globetrotter Sammy Jo, London's Rod Thomas, Eastern Bloc's Jeff Chatterson and Michael T's blowout birthday on January 18th.

What 3am looks like.

What the owner of Eastern Bloc looks like. PS - Where's Dirk? Dirk! We heard you were in town and skipped out on Good Times. Boo!

Things that distracted us from getting too upset that Dirk was a no-show.

Things that seem to be distracting everyone in the immediate vicinity.

Things that come from LA but have more fun when they're in NYC.

Things that wear black leather.

Things that are colorful and sexy and hail from Brazil.

THE YEAR OF THE THRUPPLE! Thank you Jonjo and everyone who came out last week or any week in 2012 for that matter. See you next week with guest DJ Sugartitz and me and guest host Mica from SF. xoxo, Sparber

LIME

2012-01-04T15:52:00.003-05:00

GOOD TIMES: HANUKKAH HAIRY BOOTY PARTY

2011-12-28T12:17:00.021-05:00

And a happy Hanukkah to all! This year's Hanukkah holiday—the Jewish festival of lights (also known as Judaism's answer to Christmas)—overlapped nicely with the timing of Christmas. Though we didn't celebrate for all eight nights, we crammed all our partying into one blowout booty-themed Hannukah Hairy Good Times party at Eastern Bloc last Wednedsay and brought in guest DJ Christy Love to help everyone drop it to the flo' and "make it clap."

It seriously doesn't get more un-Jewish (aka "goyishe") than our handsome barback Rob but he has quickly learned the rituals and customs of the chosen people like pounding Manischewitz and trying to get a buy back out of the bartender (aka free liquor).

Dan (left), giving you creativity not only as one-half of the dynamic music duo that is theswimmingpools but also in his ever-changing facial hair stylings.

The other half of theswimmingpools, Christophe (right), cozying up my New York's number one Jew, Mr. Joshua "Woody" Wood.

A Nike tank top that I've never seen before! And he's super cute too. And so I begin my plan to "borrow" said tank top as soon as possible.

Since this was the second night of Hanukkah, I counted Dimitrios' pleasantly revealing deep-V and Scott's appearance at Good Times as my first two holiday presents.

Next time, I promise these boys will be covered with yarmulkes on their heads, not because they're religiously necessary but because everyone loves a Jew prop.

Winter athletic realness.

Welcome back from Bombay, Michael (left)! Michael's visit is only temporary but I'm hoping his super handsome Brazilian friend will be making many more visits to our weekly Wednesday party.

Menorah, Manischewitz and Keisha dropping it like its hot to the Miami and Detroit booty sounds Christy Love and I were spinning all evening.

And hello to all our London friends, including this chap here on the left who came to New York for a visit and stayed for the Good Times.

Sometimes the only way people will pose for me when I'm taking pictures (which I was this particular night. Thanks Kelvin!) is by making me pose with them, as evidenced by the photo above.

Absolutely up to no good.

DJ Christy Love TORE. IT. UP! We had been planning on doing a booty music party together ever since we discovered one another's love for the genre when recording my Twerking Radio podcast a few months ago (go listen!) and thank god it happened. BOOTY MUSIC 4 LYFE!

Because one photo of this handsome thing is not enough. Oh, and hi Kevin! I hope your Boiler Room after party was equally as fun as Good Times.

Deux frenchman, probably at their first Jew party EVER because you know this shit does not go down anywhere in the country of France.

This is how excited Andy is that I'm headed to his hometown of Chicago to DJ for New Year's Eve at a party called 2012: Dance Until the World Ends. It's not too late to buy a plane ticket and join in!

The second photo I snapped of Peter (left), since he was smiling in the first one and then informed me that no photo of him smiling can ever be posted anywhere. And we at Good Times aim to please.

Billy (right, with Michael) is completely bi. As in bicoastal. He's also completely homosexual and that is why we love him.

Wait. I thought Kevin was made in Jersey City. Perhaps Lids was out of the Made in Jersey City hats when he scored this one at a mall in the dirty jerz.

Resident daddy, doing resident daddy things at the daddy end of the bar.

Keisha, shaking her money maker to the tunes of DJ Assault, DJ Slugo and my favorite, DJ Deeon.

There's ALWAYS one queen listening to an iPod.

Carl actually made my Hanukkah party the most perfect party ever by gifting me an autographed copy of his awesome book, I Want My Foreskin for Giftmas. Or maybe he just gifted it to me so he'd get free publicity on the interweb (crafty!). Either way, it was one of the best Hanukkah gifts ever. Thanks Carl!

I am coming for your tank top. And I'll take a kiss too.

This guy kind of looks exactly like former Good Times regular Ryan Schleis who has been M.I.A. for months now so we'll consider the role of Ryan to now be played by this guy. Kind of like when the role of the mom on Fresh Prince of Bel Air was randomly played by a new actress.

Jason, looking super adorable in a bow tie and with a hot daddy by his side.

Walt was vehemently opposed to any paparazzi photos of him being posted beyond this one but we can tell you that he for sure had a good time that evening.

Abi also seems to love non-smiling photo poses much like Peter which might give you the impression that these men are not always smiling and joyful but trust me, they are.

Brett (right) was giving good beard as usual and is also not on Facebook for all you Good Times Facebook stalkers out there who skip out on Wednesday but then hope to meet all the handsome men by following their photo tags. SORRY! You're actually gonna have to come party with us one Wednesday soon.

More bearded tank top handsomeness. Why was the hotness factor through the roof for this particular Hanukkah hairy party? Perhaps we will never know.

Frau Darren.

Shiny coats, shiny pants! Shiny happy people holding drinks.

She is not wearing a shirt that says Things Go Better With Coke. Why not just wear a shirt that says Stop Me Now and Frisk Me. Come to think of it, I bet Damian has a shirt like that too but with other frisk-y innuendos.

My main bitches Christy and Keisha, who let us have it with booty beats and booty moves for days. I could not ask for a better Hanukkah gift than these two (except for maybe a Ferrero Rocher pyramid).

That cute little Armando in some shiny black everything. Apparently 2012 is all about shine.

Loving Greg and his Something About Mary hair. Also love that he won this really prestigious art direction / styling award and totally skipped out on the award ceremony cuz she a diva.

Pumping a look and posing for me all while waiting in line for the toilets. A man of many talents.

Christy Love groupies, or as I like to call 'em, "Love bugs."

That thing where you try to lean forward / away from being in the camera shot but you're completely in it anyway. Sorry! Patches is looking as dashing as ever.

Me and a very covered up Marc at his post in coat check. We kept telling him to shed a layer or two layers at that but for some reason, he got all shy on us this week which is the exact opposite of every photo ever taken of him before.

Tongue time, now starring Colby B. who I absolutely love love love.

More bearded handsomeness at Good Times. I hope this means many many good things to come for us in 2012 (like visitors from Greece, Spain and Brazil).

More things I learned this week: Charlie K. goes to my random Lower East Side gym.

The look of panic and excitement when I mentioned that next week, we have the Lovely Jonjo who throws a major party in London called Hot Boy Dancing Spot as our guest DJ at Good Times, or as we're calling it, Hot Boy Dancing Good Times. And if this week's photos are any indication, there will indeed be hot boys dancing.

Booty dancing and Manischewitz, a match made in heaven.

Last call for Manischewitz!

Remind Rob to take the cap off the bottle next time.

And just as we were packin' it up and packin' it in, look who came waltzing thru the door saying let me begin. (I came to win, battle me that's a sin!)

Alan actually slipped behind the bar to play bartender, which made us think he should totally bartend one Good Times soon but refrain from getting bombed with all the patrons while he's "working."

Jason (right) aka Jake missed all the booty shaking but was probably happy to have a quiet nightcap with his crew.

Actually, I'm not sure how quiet that night cap actually was. HAPPY HANUKKAH! See you next week for Hot Boy Dancing Good Times with me and the lovely Jonjo. And the Chicago for New Years Eve! xo, Sparber

HOT BOY DANCING GOOD TIMES

2011-12-27T12:28:00.003-05:00

Excited to welcome The Lovely Jonjo of London's Hot Boy Dancing Spot party as this week's Good Times guest DJ. I mean, he did his own re-edit of Azealia Banks' 212. Need I say more?

LIL KIM VS. THE BLONDS

2011-12-27T12:27:00.000-05:00

IT'S THE CHELLEY TOOK THE NIGHT OF 2011

2011-12-23T17:55:00.002-05:00

GOOD TIMES: BEARS IN (NEW YORK) SPACE

2011-12-21T13:58:00.014-05:00

We had been looking forward to DJ Chris Bowen's return to New York and his debut at our weekly Wednesday Good Times party at Eastern Bloc for many reasons, such as: 1) everyone in LA loves his Bears in Space party, 2) he loves cosmic disco tracks that clock in at 88 - 98 beats per minute and 3) he is a total sweetheart. And last Wednesday, he proved those points and more.

Miss Gary, getting into the holiday spirit and showing off that ring finger to announce that if you like it then you betta put a ring on it.

Lots o' folks came from holiday parties (me included) which is why I'm guessing these dudes are giving business attire realness. Or maybe ties are the new scarf.

Colin (left) was giving straight up Betty Wright in that she looked like a cleaned up woman with that handsome haircut and clean shaven face.

COAT CHECK IN FULL EFFECT, especially with these rainy Wednesdays we've been having which will soon be snowy Wednesdays which will then give way to hot and steamy summer Wednesdays and tank top season. Four more months!

Rockette Christmas Spectacular shows, now at Good Times at Eastern Bloc.

And speaking of holiday spectaculars, I'm hoping to see jew faces like Eric Schwartz' (right) and others at our annual Hannukah Hairy Good Times, now featuring 8 Days of Booty rolled into one with booty bass sounds courtesy of me and DJ Christy Love. December 21. Wiggle wiggle.

Nothing says happy holidays like a white turtleneck sweater.

Chaz and I kiki-ed about who is newly single and ready to mingle in these short days of December sunlight, when everyone who stays in the city seems readily available and ready to start drinking when its pitch black out at 6pm. Happy solstice!

When I sent out an email announcing that Bears in Space's Chris Bowen (pictured) from Los Angeles would be DJing my party, I received an overwhelming number of responses saying how much he is loved as a person and a DJ. And now I can totally see why

I really hope these dudes are in a band like Salem or something because they are letting me have it with these looks.

Porn legend Donnie Russo! New York nightlife legend Mario Diaz! Photographer to the stars Aaron Cobbett! (from right). These three could tell you more stories than a barfly at Studio 54 and I'm sure their tales would be muuuuuuuuch more skin-tillating.

An early evening visit from Franco (right) and his visiting house guest, both of whom were Good Times virgins till we popped their cherries.

Things that are turning me out right now: the new Escort album, sliced mangoes and that huge fucking mohawk.

We vote for Kevin (right, with Eddie) to keep that beard for ever and ever and ever and ever because he looks like a straight up model with it and, full disclosure: we love a beard.

I'm loving the deadpan stare from the dude on the right who desperately wants this bathroom line to hurry the fuck up.

Bathroom line shows.

More views of my amazing fantasy band and Drew in the red, who also happens to be a gay alum of the same, miniscule liberal arts college I attended near Philly called Haverford. Haaaaaay!

Outfit of the evening by a long shot.

Justin (right), doing bearish things with a bear-y fellow.

Requisite over-the-shoulder pose, which I make him do each and every time he attends my party.

I was gonna say that I really hoped Andrew (right, with Louis) removed that wrapper from his straw before he dug into that drink but then I realized that that's not a straw at all. Is it? #opticalillusions

Adam (left) and his boo were getting deep into the sounds of Chris' set, which started with slower, spacier stuff and progressed to a nice even house tempo. Just the way we like it.

Cheers to the freakin' weekend. And Hanukkah. And Christmas. And my New Year's Eve set in Chicago! "I'LL DRINK TO THAT."

Cowabunga dudes...and a cleaned-up Colin!

Never a lack of serious cuteness here at our weekly Wednesday Good Times party at Eastern Bloc. (maybe I should start watermarking my photos with that line.)

These two go way back to the days of the East Village in the 90s (the 1890s) and somehow they get even better looking with age. Or maybe they sold their souls in Tompkins Square Park.

After my unbelievable trip to Madrid, I've decided its time to brush up (aka learn) Spanish, which should not be a problem given the plethora of Spanish speaking friends I know (e.g. Cesar, left, and Joel).

Somehow my weekly Good Times photos have turned into something of a fan club for hirsute couple Tylor (left) and Matteo but since nobody seems mad at it, we'll keep at.

HAPPY HANUKKAH! from your favorite moteks, me and Sir Ari Gold and that dude photobombing us in the background.

Antonio (left) is gonna miss all the free Manischewitz madness at next week's Hanukkah Good Times booty throw down party but I suppose the trade off is that he'll be in Portugal and we'll still be on 6th st. and Avenue A.

Me and my new Saudi habibi, Ahmed, who was visiting New York for the first time ever and is now traveling around the rest of the US and Mexico before he returns to New York next week with an extra 10 pounds of good ol' American caloric intake.

OCCUPY GOOD TIMES.

Another Good Times virgin named Armando, who had little to say but seemed to enjoy the party as much as we enjoyed having him party with us.

Ari and his man, who met at a bus station in Arizona or something like that. I really can't be asked to remember details of the night after 1am but there was some story about finding love in the unlikeliest of places besides Eastern Bloc's bathroom.

The Case of Joe and the Mysterious Envelope of Money.

When we say Good Times, we mean Good Times. Just look at Sam the bartender in the background of this here photo.

We love an ode to Showgirls, either in tshirt form or in pole dance reenactments which sadly did not happen this particular week.

The tall boys at the tall boy perch.

Seriously can't believe Juan Diego (right) has deserted us for yet another Hanukkah in favor of Venezuela and didn't buy us a ticket as a Hanukkah present either. WTF?

Rob (right) and Jeremy, who will hopefully be the token booty dancer for me and his roommate Christy Love's booty set at next week's Hanukkah happening.

Canoodling.

Handsomeness.

"Dressed in all black like the Omen."

Alex (left) and his ITP crew, repping late night.

A Hanukkah / Christmas present for our loyal followers. Thank you for being a friend.

The other tall boys in a competing tall boy perch.

As long as bar back Rob insists on taking these unflattering angles of himself, I'll insist on posting 'em.

And in case you are wondering, I DJed a holiday party in the financial district right before Good Times and had no time to change into a signature Sparber tank top. Sorry! But folks seemed to like it nonetheless.

All I want for Christmas is a Spice World sequel! Alan, please deliver!

Things that happen at coat check once most of the coats have been claimed.

Is Scotty saying get a load of this guy or is he giving us the finger? OR BOTH!?

Thank you Chris Bowen and all the space bears and space bear fans who came out! See you next week at our annual Hannukah Hairy Good Times, now with 8 Nights of Booty and guest DJ Christy Love (and free Manischewitz). xo, Sparber

8 NIGHT OF BOOTY, ONE HANUKKAH PARTY

2011-12-21T13:54:00.003-05:00

NOW TRENDING

2011-12-20T13:44:00.001-05:00

OF INTEREST

2011-12-19T13:49:00.001-05:00

GOOD TIMES: A LITTLE BIT O' CHERYL

2011-12-14T15:12:00.009-05:00

Upon returning from my European tour of London and Madrid, where the weather was sometimes gloomy but not nearly as wet as New York this month, I grabbed an umbrella and made my way to our weekly Wednesday Good Times party at Eastern Bloc, where this time, DJ Nick of the confetti throwing, fake blood-dousing Cheryl party made his Good Times debut.

If a torrential downpour didn't affect her hair and makeup, it certainly isn't going to a damper on our evening.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Who doesn't love a little bondage-oriented Santa Claus? I know what I'm sending Rihanna's way this holiday season.

HE FELL IN LOVE IN A HOMELESS PLACE! (just like Rihanna.)

You are falling under the hypnotic spell of our eerily pale blue/green eyes.

Rough trade.

And for those of you who aren't keen on bondage of the Santa persuasion, we're be holding our annual Good Times Hannukah Hairy happening on December 21st. This year's theme: JEW BOOTY, complete with (Jew) booty music from me and Ms. Christy Love and a special performance by Tina Benez!

Ginger facial hair is the LOOK for 2012. Get in and buckle up.

DJ Nick of Cheryl, who favors electro synth beats and upbeat fun songs. Nick turned out a great set to an enthusiastic crowd, especially given Hurricane Cheryl that was happening outside.

Frank was such a great host in Portland when I visited last month. You must get a hold of him and ask him to take you to ALL the appropriate donut shops and male strip clubs. He's even on a first name basis with some of the strippers.

Kyle (right) and even more rough trade. What's with rough trade turning out in droves when its pouring outside?

Now walking for femme executive realness.

This week's captions are brought to you in a bit of a hurry as I'm suddenly booked to DJ a holiday party (cue: Wham and Mariah Carey Xmas songs) right before our next Good Times party, which is bound to be one of the best as we'll be hosting guest DJ Chris Bowen who plays a cosmic disco party in Los Angeles called Bears in Space and is packing the spaciest tunes known to man.

James, sober!

Scarf accessories and major hair that not only survived but thrived in the downpour.

I haven't been to B. Raff's (center) Griffin party in a hot minute but I gotta a feeling that if I went, I might hear I Gotta Feeling.

Celebrity photographer and Craigslist celebrity Eric M.! (left.)

And at the magical hour of 1am, a little elf named Kelvin appeared and offered to take over the photography duties for the rest of the evening.

Kelvin is always pretty awesome at setting up huge group photos like this in our eensy weensy bar known as Eastern Bloc. Cheers, dudes.

Tattoo you.

Volunteer pole dancers can always be a blessing or a curse but in this case I actually enjoyed the impromptu (clothed) performance.

B. Raff (right) texted me the following day to note that the lovely lady in the center is indeed an official member of (and appeared on) the Bad Girls Club! She wasn't much of a bad girl this particular night unless she blew Brian and James in the bathroom later on. But B. Raff certainly didn't text me about that part.

Ready to check your wet coats and holiday shopping bags folks.

YAWNING CAUGHT ON FILM! Okay, so it was a little sleepier than usual but actually those are always the nights you're bound to pick up the hottest dude because the choices are slimmer and the alcohol flows more readily. Just sayin'.

Me and my former coworker Travis, who used to train while I used to DJ at the same downtown gay New York City Gym. Then he left us for the sunny shores of southern California and after I traveled to Palm Springs this past weekend, I can certainly see why.

NEW COUPLE ALERT! Celebrity chef Tyler B. (left) and celebrity Italian Matteo F. have made it official on their facebook pages! Mazel tov.

Pretty much drooled all over Malik's gorgeous cashmere YSL coat. Then I begged him to check it with Marc at coat check who would maybe accidentally "misplace it" but I had no such luck. But apparently Malik did have such luck.

I smell a ginger beard poking through (just in time or 2012!)

Mario and Jermaine (right), aka the 3am boys who I think rolled through slightly earlier this particular week and just in time to catch my late night set and my late night LETS DO A ROUND OF TEQUILA SHOTS thing that I sometimes do. Ask me about it!

I heard that if your hand is bigger than Thomas' face, someone in the world has cancer. Come by next week and find out.

Get into those brown boots. I know Michael T. would if her were in attendance.

Rainblo (left) and even MORE rough trade! WTF. Perhaps its time we do a rough trade Good Times party, though something tells me rough trade doesn't necessarily come out for gay theme-night parties. But we could all DRESS like rough trade, right?

Thanks DJ Nick and everyone who braved the wet weather for another awesome Good Times. Check out Nick's Cheryl party too or at the very least their awesome online videos.

I spy a spikey heel.

A very very very spikey heel, and where there's a spikey heel, there's bound to be...

...goth eye make up. See you next week for Bears in Space Good Times with Los Angeles' number one homo DJ, Chris Bowen. xo, Sparber

BEARS IN SPACE GOOD TIMES

2011-12-14T15:11:00.000-05:00

GOOD TIMES: REWIND! WITH LINA

2011-12-07T15:23:00.012-05:00

Where to start? Three weeks ago (!), we welcomed my dear friend and spiritual guru DJ Lina back to New York City and Good Times (Wednesdays! at Eastern Bloc) after seven long months on Fire Island. Then I voyaged to London for a week and Madrid for a week and am only now posting these pictures so its all a bit of a blurrrrrrrr. But the party was packed, the men were hot and the music was ovah so yeah. Let's rewind for Rewind Good Times.

Rich (left) and Michael made an early appearance so as not to miss one song in my set and Lina's set. Rich also played a major set of his own that weekend at his flannel-trade Snaxxx party, which now feels like it was last year.

My best friend and soul mate from way back on Planet Ishla, Ms. Lina, giving you gorgeous Donna Summer effect.

I loved a devoted Sparbie Doll (the retarded name I came up for people who come see me DJ) and Bradley is inching his way toward the top, as he came to see me at this particular Good Times in NYC as well as the following Sunday when I DJed Horse Meat Disco at the Eagle in London, which was bananas. Love you Bradley!

I'm not sure what Lina calls her devoted followers besides sugar and cookie, but Dan (right) is definitely vying for Lina fan club prez against yours truly. Loving the photo bomber too.

Marques (right, with DJ Michael Magnan) announced that he hates getting caught kissing in the middle of Good Times. As if someone is gonna snap a photo of it and post it on the interweb. I would never!

Major Pantene hair product shows, courtesy of an otherwise hairless and adorable Darren K.

Parker (left, with Ryan) got all dramatic that this was his last Good Times of all time ever because he's moving to New Orleans to open an upscale fashion shop for men. I got all sad too till I realized he'll probs be back in NYC by next summer, if not sooner. Just sayin'.

Ryan was heartbroken that Natasha was nowhere to be seen but not so heartbroken that photographer Kelvin was also missing in action. What if Kelvin and Natasha were busy making a secret club kid love child???

It's DJ-turned-upstate-makeup-artist J4, who hasn't set foot in Eastern Bloc since he climbed on top of the TV and broke it. Well, that was eons ago but by the look in Charles' eye, I can tell some of us haven't forgotten.

Ashton and Mathew, thankful that the L train was running this particular night. And since I missed Good Times Thanksgiving and the one after that, I am thankful for Severino and W. Jeremy and Cameron Cooper and Michael Magnan filling in for me while I was busy "learning Spanish."

More upstate New York realness, courtesy of Paul H., who is looking almost as gorgeous as the lady of the night standing beside him.

Taylor loves a 4 Non Blondes singalong. Sadly, 4 Non Blondes was not played at this particular party but I'll still pretend that Taylor is saying "Heyyyyyyy yayyyyyyy yayyyyyyy yayyyyyy...."

Packed to the rafters. And if you look closely, Alon and William are making major across-the-room tall person eyes. Or so it seems.

Top Chef celeb Ty-Lor (right) and Italian porn star Matteo F., getting into Lina's throwblack 80s Rewind set which was heavy on the Duran Duran and B-52's. Or so I'm told.

Some words I learned while residing in Madrid: Hola tio! Muy guapo. Besos x 100!

The other Ru, out on a school night and getting his dance on in the only corner where there was enough room to dance.

The cuteness that is Chris, photobombed by the cuteness that is that stranger standing by the front door waiting for me to get his number. And photo.

Charlize (left) and Tawfik (aka ta-ta's) were once college roommates at a New York City art school. Then Tawfik became a famous fashion designer and Charles became Stephanie Stone, superstar cover girl most recently on the front page of Next Magazine. Get it gurls!

This fine piece of meat hanging by the front door turned out to be porn star Tommy Defendi, who was in town for a big porn party Mr. Mickey hosted two nights later at Eastern Bloc.

Timmy, back in black.

The DJs (Sparbish and Linish) and the porn stars (Tommy and Mason), posing in front of the porn star poster with their porn images. Our moms would all be so so proud.

Bad news for all the ladies with real vajayjays: Alon is a married man for reals. Like, legally married. Off the market. Had a wedding and all. Sorry! We have some other handsome Israelis in stock if you're interested though.

Major hair-o-dynamics.

A boy doing the Frankie Sharp while being hugged and/or fondled by the real Frankie Sharp.

Chaz is really embracing that Dixie Chick lesbian look this season. And I'm not complaining.

Everyone in London kind of looks like this. Not that I have many pictures, as I was pretty much sleeping during daylight hours and DJing and/or drinking pints with me mates during nighttime hours. So please use this photo for all London visual references. Thanks.

Sharp dressed men.

Somehow, Marc's coat check booth always turns into the guest visitor booth where you can come for some one-on-one therapy or for confessional or even to have Marc watch your belongings. Maybe.

Sam, pensively thinking, "damn! has this party really been happening for nearly five years?" Yes hunty. FIVE YEARS. And we will prep you for that major blow out party when it rolls around. Just you wait.

A rare appearance by my favorite designah from down undah, Mr. Mark B., who has even been helping me with my future tank top clothing line. Yes, get ready for it. Low cut muscle tanks for all.

Dancing and hot boys and more dancing and more hot boys. Good Times indeed!

Leif, Chaz and Magnan (from left) and I'm majorly jetlagged and out of captions so I'll leave it at that. Love you dudes!

Major euro-denim alert!

The twinkle in Abi's eye.

Janet album cover much? If I was your girl all the things I'd do to jew.

The hotness of Brian and Brian.

Plaid soul train.

GO LINISH! GO LINISH! GO, GO, GO LINISH!

So yeah - it was a pretty major party after all. Or so it seems from these three-week old pics. Hot boys and PBR and cock. What more could you ask for? DJ Nick from those wild Cheryl parties? Oh, he'll be DJing with me at the next Good Times on December 7th. Trust.

Brotherly love.

Thank you for your continued support of Good Times at Eastern Bloc. love, your DJ and your bartender/owner.

Now dance it out to this last SWV join and come back next week for me and DJ Nick. xo, Sparber

I'M BAAAAAAAAACK

2011-12-07T14:41:00.001-05:00

BRAZILIAN MAGAZINE COVERS THAT TURN ME OUT

2011-12-07T08:52:00.001-05:00

GOOD TIMES: THE RETURN OF DJ TOWELIE

2011-11-16T02:32:00.015-05:00

My triumphant return to my weekly Wednesday Good Times party at Eastern Bloc after two weeks out west happily coincided with the return of another favorite of mine, James Cerne. James usually comes down from Boston with his trustee DJ-partner-in-crime Nathaniel but since Nathaniel fell ill at the last minute, James was left to his own vices

Elliott (left) left his matching John Deere trucker cap at home out of fear that another bearded gentleman might be wearing the exact same John Deere trucker cap. Chances of that can sometimes be as high as one in four in the East Village and even one in two in Williamsburg.

She's holding out and holding on for a hero till the morning light! (which is like, 5am with this whole turn back the clock thing.)

Vintage arcade games! They really work! I'm actually voting for Eastern Bloc to go full-on Barcade, but with only the gayest of arcade games like Ms. Pac Man and Street Figher II: Strawberry Shortcake Edition.

Tips please! Marc works hard for the money so you better treat him right.

My good friend Shawn L. actually snapped these early evening photos, capturing yet another unique perspective of Eastern Bloc, which is nicely summed up here by the gang bang porn, macho soviet artwork and oversized ad for an upcoming porn star party with real-life porn stars!

Good Times hearts Murakami, both Takashi AND Haruki. Now lets place bets on how long it'll take me to get through 1Q84.

Seriously?

Kevvy the Jewban, either covering up a baby bump or regretting his choice of onion rings for dinner.

Yet another lovely summation of Good Times: cuteness up front, porn poster in the rear, though I'll be blurring that porn poster for facebook despite that weird porn posting virus I've been drooling over all week.

Get into that Joiners Arms shirt cuz as of November 21st, I will be camped out there each and every evening for one week prepping for my Horse Meat Disco gig and surveying London's latest imports from Spain.

Oh, and guess who else is gonna be in London when I'm there? This handsome creature to the left known as Ryan Smith. He'll be camped out at Dalston Superstore and we'll be sipping Pims together and listening to Morrissey.

Thank you Shawn (right) for snapping such lovely photos. We're always happy to have guest DJs AND photographers to share their perspectives and goth song requests with us.

Get into that hotness. And g into Charles (right) giving you classic-yet-unintentional Charles liquor posing 101.

I believe our guest DJ may have started DJing at this point and I do believe he's playing Patti LaBelle's New Attitude, bringing a smile to everyone's face, as you can see.

One-time celebrity autograph hound Ed (left, with Chaz) has completely transformed into a celebrity himself. He's now this best-selling stencil book author (search Ed Roth on Amazon) and totally coming for J.K. Rowling.

See. Eastern Bloc is always crawling with porn stars like local celeb Logan Stevens (left).

I cannot look at these two kiki-ing on the sidelines and not think of Twin Cheeks, my Monday party at the Cock of yesteryear. RIP Twin Cheeks.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARY R.! Gary seems to think he looked wasted in every pic from his birthday party outing on this particular night but i'd argue that all his friends look two sheets to the wind, making Gary look extra dazzling in those Sally Jesse frames. Heart you Garbear.

Mikey F. had one request and one request only for this particular party: Lace - Can't Play Around.

DJ BOOTH NUDITY. It wouldn't be a James Cerne party if this didn't happen. In fact, he's all about BYOT...bring your own towel.

Not exactly sure how or why Ed stripped down to his skivvies but not mad at it either.

Early preparation for Rich King and Gustavo's Great Flannel Exchange of 2011, which happened at their Snaxx party four days after this one. But perhaps Andrew (right) and Andre had their own secret flannel swap later that night.

Sunday was also the return of DJ Dandy Lion's monthly Marinate party at Eastern Bloc and it was OFF THE CHARTS. More Justin Martin and other Dirtybird tech house favorites than you could shake a (pocky) stick at.

EXECUTIVE REALNESS.

Bar back Rob, sitting in for Big Scot while Big Scot is inside wiling out to my Patti Smith selection of the night, Gloria.

I had the clever idea to photograph Martyn, Panos and Jorge in this rarely used backdrop of Eastern Bloc aka the entrance. Come see me at The George and Dragon on November 25 Martyn. Unless you've permanently moved into Jorge's pad in BK.

Yes to everything about this photograph.

She is getting it and he is loving it.

Body, body, body, body, body.

Barch-y was kind enough to bring flowers for Garbear's birthday (cue "You Don't Bring Me Flowers") and lo and behold, Gary had exited the building, setting the scene for a nice flower shower for the rest of us (except for Rob, who had to clean it up.)

Proudly flaunting a drink ticket or his business card. I can't really tell which one it is.

Flower shower! And well deserved, as the cutie on the right scheduled his visit from Berlin around Good Times and is stoked to bring me to Berlin as well. Let's do it!

Panty creamer of the day.

Oh how I love Gissy and Frank despite not really remembering much of our 30 minute conversation.

Good underwear at Good Times!

THE LOOK GOES AS FOLLOWS.

Peter (left) and the other Garbear popped in for late night desserts. Two Garbears, one Good Times.

When Minnesota met Mars.

Dance Party USA! And we went till 4am too. Just wait till next week when the one and only DJ Lina bring her dance party jams and Rewind throwbacks to our Rewind Good Times next week.

Bye for now! Thank you to James Cerne and the party people that came out, danced and got naked. See you next week. xo, Sparber

LINISH IS BACK

2011-11-13T18:29:00.000-05:00

SPARBER PACIFIC NORTHWEST AND SF TOUR 2011!

2011-11-09T16:58:00.016-05:00

I was determined to escape New York for this year's Halloween festivities and was thus overjoyed when I was invited out west to DJ Halloween Friday at Comeback in Seattle and Halloween Saturday at a lavish downtown San Francisco party hosted by Ms. Juanita More.

Ah lovely Seattle. I really intended to stay a week this time as my DJ visit last year was waaaaay too short but in the end, I only had two days to enjoy the mountains, lakes and grunge iconography.

As you'll see in these photos, I cannot get enough of the vintage neon signage that remains intact throughout the west.

My Seattle host Richie and his husband Charles a ginormous eggplant parmesan for my arrival and then Rich was like, let's have a side of pasta too. Needless to say, I didn't go out that night as I had to be rolled into the guest bedroom and tucked in after we watched the Project Runway finale. (Viktor was robbed! But what was up with his weird Paula Abdul 1990 sheer collection?)

Richie's pussy peeking into the kitchen.

I got to lunch with Colby B. Erickatoure and Marcus, Comeback promoter and owner of Pony, where we stopped off to admire the Halloween decorations and perennial nudity decorating the walls.

Comeback, a Seattle monthly, was poppin' before, during and after my set, at which point Erickatoure took the stage for one of her flawless performances. Then she got in the mic and served up some classic New York MCing. Videos available upon request.

CINNABON HALLOWEEN REALNESS!

Who doesn't want to date a Franzia box??

Remember when Sean Spalding moved to Seattle? Well he's loving it and partying harder than ever (if that's possible in Seattle) and even hosted a preparty before my DJ gig where I got to meet the local gays and witness Sean's transformation into a maharajah.

Typical backstage antics after Comeback.

This is the only photo in this set that I didn't take myself (thanks Shanon!) but shows more typical backstage carrying on courtesy of a rambunctious Ericka and a passed-out Shanon.

Really yummy farewell Seattle meal with Richie, who took me to a Southern cookin' place where I saw more black people at once than I've ever seen in Seattle ever. Can't wait to go back.

Seattle airport - your artwork hasn't gone unnoticed.

And off to San Francisco we go Saturday afternoon...

...just in time for my Saturday night gig for Juanita More, which was called a Red Carpet Runway Massacre and featured a huge outdoor runway show halfway through the night. Behold Roberto (left) as Zorro and Brian and his man as, ummmm, Quentin Tarantino characters?

Walter really owned it when I asked him what his costume was and he responded, "Slutty Eddie Munster."

Zorro and yours truly, dressed as Muammar Gadaffi. The only thing that would have made the costume better, as Brian pointed out, would have been a big button of Condoleezza Rice.

SF personal training hunk known as Ryan, dressed as a personal training hunk wearing a Halloween costume.

Of the 600something people that attended Juanita's party, Patrick was the ONLY one who came without a costume. We loaned him the inflatable tire that Juanita chose not to wear with her Grand Prix pit stop costume but that didn't last too long.

What you don't get from this photo is that Shanon is actually 5'5", making his Napoleon costume the most amazing outfit of the evening. Actually, there were LOTS more outfits to photograph but I had to DJ for a few hours and then visit Nita and Colby who were DJing across town and then pass out.

Welcome to San Francisco! Apparently October is Indian Summer month in SF so we threw on shorts and a tank top as a snowstorm pummeled New York and headed to Dolores Park.

Behold the sights of Dolores Park. Pretty much drooled for four hours watching this one.

Preggers Ms. Pac Man.

Big dawgs, SF.

We checked out the early evening Mattachine Party, which was also visiting from New York and happening at el Rio and really really fun. So fun that I barely took any photos and stayed till it shut down at 9pm.

I also had a weekly workout pass to Gold's Gym in Soma and Castro, neither of which offer you gym towels for working out or showering. The Castro one also doesn't have shower stalls. Only a big shower room for you to gawk at other men as they wash off the jizz that might be on them from the adjacent (and legendary) steam room.

JUANITA'S NEW PUPPY!

Juanita invited a few of us over for the most delicious homemade tamales on earth on the actually night of Halloween (yes, Halloween lasted four days this year. I was pretty much a real-life zombie at this point), where Roberto recycled his perennial "cowboy costume" and we caught up with Mr. David (left) and others.

My bike ride through Golden Gate park.

Oh how I love San Francisco.

I actually biked all the way out to the ocean, where there was this huge surf competition happening on November 1st. Yes people, the weather was THAT MAJOR. Then I tried to bike up to the Presidio which is on a huge hill and pretty much died and had to retire to Chow for a meal.

The cuteness.

The beauty.

The Wednesday after Halloween, when I DJed my favorite San Francisco party, Booty Call on the Day of the Dead, which is celebrated by Mexicans and drag queens alike in SF, as you can see here by Ms. Candy Girl.

Me and Mother Juanita, the most kind and generous hostess you could ask for. Love you Juanita! More to-go tamales for the plane ride home next time. Please and thank you.

Thursday brought us to the timeless disco happening that is Tubesteak Connection at Aunt Charly's, hosted and DJed by my gem of a friend known as Bus Station John, who was actually spinning with CDs (!) that night.

Gaysville, USA.

On Friday, my last night in San Francisco, I returned to DJ the reigning drag night at the Stud called Some Thing. This is the hostess, Viv, introducing the ladies that comprised of their "country and western" night. Needless to say, I knew none of the songs sang...

...but as my friend Armando pointed out, that wig is MAJOR.

Glamamore is ALWAYS major...

...and Stanley actually sang live (sorry Stanley! I can't remember your drag name) and sounded really really good. Is there anything creative that Stanley can't do?

Miss Rahni pretty much stole the show and had the crowd hooting and hollering with her impressive dance moves...

...and Tina even did a guest spot, which was off the charts much like Tina herself. Tina actually lives in New York City and has an album and works at Hard Rock Times Square and is my new hero and so we're gonna get her to come perform at Good Times at Eastern Bloc (Wednesdays!) real real soon.

THE GLAMOR OF GLAMAMORE.

Oh, and the crowd was real fun and wild too. Mike got shirtless and a bit belligerent and shut down the bar with me after my late night disco dance set. I love you San Francisco!

Saturday morning, Roberto and I flew up to Portland for my college friend Jasmine's wedding. He also twisted my arm into sipping a little sauce in the early afternoon.

The bride and groom! One of the highlights of the wedding was when I accidentally motorboated the bride immediately after her first dance while everyone was watching. Don't ask. But we all had a good laugh about it for the four hours after that.

The lobby of Portland's Ace Hotel, where we resided for our four days in town. The Ace completely lived up to its obnoxious hipster reputation but I wasn't mad at it. Just the front desk people who copped an attitude from time to time.

Our room at the Ace, complete with graffiti, record player and a bed on the floor.

Our (completely uphill) bike trip up to the Washington Park rose garden.

We missed the open hours at the Japanese Garden but pretended that a nearby spot would be perfect for gay cruising, hence Roberto's "cruising pose."

More neon signage, this time for the most important tourist destination in all of Portland: VOODOO DONUTS.

This is a spinning carousel inside Voodoo Donuts displaying all the donuts available for purchase. I was contemplating the maple donut with bacon but opted for the chocolate glazed donut with oreos and peanut butter sauce, which I believe you can see on the back right.

Later that night, we ventured to Silverado, Portland's full-frontal gay male strip club, followed by C.C. Slaughter's, Aalto's and finally...THE ALIBI.

The Alibi is...(wait for it)...a pristine Tiki themed bar and restaurant from yesteryear that has karaoke till late at night! GAGGGGGGG! I sang Joy Division and Lil Kim and it was may-jorrrrrr.

BLACKLIGHT TIKI REALNESS.

Oh, and afterwards, Roberto and my bestest Filipino Jewish lezzie friend Cheryl (who was randomly in town for the night) ate MORE Voodoo Donuts.

HEAVEN!

NEON!

Introducing Hattie Harley Hamilton Dennis, my friends' four day old baby that was super cute and is coming out to Silverado with us next time we're in town.

Portland is pretty much food cart central. We even overheard this one lady say "Portland is all about beer, strippers and food carts." And to us, that was so so true. It's also the EXACT same thing as Brooklyn but with more neon. And strippers.

Another breakfast at Kenny and Zukes.

I don't know if Portland has all that many tourist attractions beyond the bars and strip clubs but I made it a point to get a photo in front of the feminist book store, made famous in the TV show Portlandia.

Parting views of Mt. Hood. Or is it Mt. St. Helens. Or is it Mt. Rainier. They all kind of look the same. But they're all kind of wonderful. As was Grunner (a yummy restaurant Rich King made me go to) and Mattachine Portland, which was apparently on the same west coast tour as me.

And finally I flew back home to New York City. Thanks Seattle, San Fran and Portland. Hope to see you and entertain for you all again soon. xo, Sparber

GOOD TIMES: CHER VS. DOLLY VS. MISS GUY

2011-11-09T14:38:00.008-05:00

Before I left for my San Francisco and Pacific Northwest tour de force two weeks ago, we threw a Dolly vs. Cher Good Times get together at our weekly Wednesday Eastern Bloc party and invited the sheriff of all things Dolly and Cher—DJ Miss Guy!—to come guest.

I had actually never met Guy (right, with yours truly) before he guested at Good Times but we had emailed a whole bunch and I had heard him DJ here and there. Turns out that in addition to being a stellar DJ, he's the NICEST PERSON EVERRRRRR. Serious DJ love affair unfolding before your very eyes.

Steven (left) and Joseph, giving you matching solid-color hats and Joseph giving you his tig ol' bitties.

Since this party was two weeks ago and I've done lots of partying all over the west coast in the intervening weeks, you'll have to forgive me for forgetting certain details of the party such as seeing these two at all. But loving Tori Amos hair color nonetheless.

This one on the left was the cuteness yet again, any details of where he's from and how he ended up at Good Times are a blur to me.

Oh yes, now I remember: my two favorite Polly Pockets, Ryan (left) and David (second from left) may have brought the white tank topper out for a night on the town because he was visiting from...ummmm, Spain? Let's go with Spain and hope we're right.

POLLY POCKET POWER! It's like when the Care Bears put their tummies together and produce a rainbow. Ryan and David can do the exact same thing!

The invasion of the hot Israelis continues and I'm not complaining in the least.

This same week, I went to my rinky dink non-gay Lower East Side gym and spied Rainblo (left) doing his entire elliptical workout while wearing sunglasses! Maybe the most major thing to happen to a gym since Ladyfag (Rainblo's wife) and Amanda Lepore were workout partners.

A big hello from Big Scot! Scot and I were thankful that it didn't rain on a Wednesday for once. Then I flew to Seattle and it snowed the following day.

Geske going bananas for Miss Guy's oldies sock hop set, which had the whole bar dancing and twisting and sweating it up.

Jason (left) has done a complete 180 from shunning the camera to gleeful poses with friends and strangers at Good Times. And we couldn't be happier about it.

Natasha and her nips.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAULIE M.! We got wind that Paul (right) would be rolling through in celebration of his birthing day that night and she didn't disappoint. In fact, she partied with us till the bitter end and may still be seated on one of those bar stools two weeks later. Find out tonight!

We hear wedding bells will soon be ringing for our one and only Alon (left) and we're miffed he didn't invite us to DJ the reception. Hopefully, he'll be enjoying his last days of disco with us at the next Good Times, when James Cerne of Boston's Foxy duo brings his hunktastic tunes to Eastern Bloc November 9.

That thing where if you hang out with your best friend or dog or both for too too long, you begin to look like them.

Moteks.

Guy and I were a lil worried at first cuz the bar was crickets when I showed up at 10pm but by midnight it was filled with handsome cuties like these two and everyone kept remarking that this particular party was exceptionally hot and handsome. So thanks Jason and Ryan!

Olivier at the center of le cuddle puddle.

Bar back Rob, iced up and ready to serve.

Much like the other details of this particular evening, Guy's set is a blur to me now but I remember thinking, DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! cuz it was that good. Hopefully there will be a reprise very very soon.

Late night vampire shows from the late night vampire known as John.

Cesar is indeed a stylist as his name tag states. In fact, he styles for Sonja on the Real Housewives of New York but we've all been routing for him to get Natasha and her tranny friends their own show on Bravo. Can someone reading this please lend a helping hand?!

Calling all beards: after the upcoming Foxy Good Times party, we have the one and only DJ Lina, known for her great appreciation of all things short and bearded, spinning the following Wednesday (Nov. 16th) where she promises a Rewind set a la Duran Duran, B-52's and anything else you may have heard at Danceteria or late at night in the Kiki Lounge.

How modest of me to be covering up my boob.

Photographer Kelvin was most definitely absent this night as well, which is why there's a lack of amazing photos like this.

Badabing bada-BOOM!

Convinced that Frankie only wears these jackets with elaborate murals on the back solely so he can strike a bad boy pose a la the Outsiders.

Another week with your lovely staffers here at Good Times.

The west coast connection is in effect! Right before I flew off to Seattle to DJ Comeback (which was MAJOR! Thanks you Seattle and Colby and Marcus), Taylor (right, with former westerners Thomas and Frankie) popped in to announce that he's in New York for good now. Hallelujah! Time for another Berzerk Good Times with DJs Teabag and Stinky Pinky?

Finally, around 330am, after almost everyone had left the bar, Natasha INSISTED on performing for the five of us that were left...

Some folks objected and ran to hide in the bathroom...

But I somehow agreed to let her close down the bar with her unbelievable rendition of Beyonce's Countdown.

Of course, it was basically a crowd of one (ME!) but when has that ever stopped us before?!! Thank you Guy and also Colby and Kevin Graves, who covered for me while I went west. See you at the next Good Times with a naked, drunk James Cerne from Foxy and then Lina the following week. xo, Sparber

A STILL FROM INCUBUS, FRANCOIS SAGAT'S FIRST FILM AS CREATIVE DIRECTOR

2011-10-28T19:14:00.002-05:00

"Incubus was conceived, written, costumed, art directed and stars the world’s most iconic gay pornstar, Francois Sagat." (source.)

THE STATUE OF LIBERTY, GIVING MAJOR FACE

2011-10-28T18:54:00.000-05:00

GOOD TIMES: NU HOUSE, NU YORK

2011-10-26T12:00:00.014-05:00

With so many New York-based dance music projects of late (including but not limited to artists such as Honey Dijon, House of Stank, Nita Aviance, Under Cover, Tayisha Busay, Erickatoure Aviance, Escandalo and more), we at Good Times at Eastern Bloc (Wednesdays!) figured it was high time to celebrate our New York friends who have been hustling to put out some great new dance music, which I like to call nu house from nu york. And who better to do it than Sean B. of Spank fame?

Demonstrations of flexibility are always a great way to "kick" off the evening. Buh dum bum.

Don't be fooled by Sean's seemingly tie-dyed jacket (left) and his hubby's seemingly sweat-stained tshirt. It was raining cats and dogs yet again during last week's Good Times party, which didn't keep the ever-so-stunning Justin Bond away, though it seems she may some how magically repel rain.

EURO-SWEATER! on a euro-cutie.

Not sure why I felt compelled to post this pic except that she's giving me slight Alicia Silverstone Clueless vibes and those are the kinds of vibes I can always get into.

Curly ginger in a paisley print vibes on the left, while his friend is bringing new meaning to a deep-V sweater.

Bartender Darren is off in Berlin reenacting the lyrics to Rihanna's hit song S&M, so in his place, our favorite DJ-turned-bartender/coatchecker who will soon be resuming his DJ career, Tekshur (aka Marc), filled in.

GOOD TIMES HEARTS STEVEN B. AND HIS BF TOM (left and left) and we will be very sad to be DJing three parties in San Francisco this coming week (Juanita More's Halloween Massacre, Booty Call, Some Thing) without their presence.

Umbrella fashion accessorizing. You know Brett owns a brolly in ever color of the rainbow.

FORNABISH! Tony (right, with the handsomeness that is Art) was apparently on a Wednesday night East Village bar crawl for the first time in eons, which naturally meant he had to make an appearance at Good Times which lasted a good few hours before he found his way home...or to Boiler Room.

Guest DJ Sean B. (right, with his DJ boyfriend Jeff. DJ COUPLES RULE!), known as being one-half of the awesome party duo Spank, did his first solo Good Times guest stint with us last week and turned this mutha out with some fierce house despite our lack of subwoofers and ecstasy dealers.

Brando (left) will only pose making funny faces and will then complain that I only post photos of him making funny faces.

Elliot (left) and Brett loving our mix of Holy Ghost and Midnight Magic and that new Holy Ghost remix of Midnight Magic.

Greggy (right) and his bolo tie. BOLOS ARE BACK IN 2012 Y'ALL. You've been warned.

In addition to DJs Michael Magnan (left, wearing his own amazing fashions that are now for sale), Nita and me, we had DJ Daryl Raymond sitting right next to me and Keisha, who promptly declared, "Ooooooh child! Iffa bomb went off in Eastern Bloc right now, there'd be no downtown DJs left in New York gurl."

Now is as good a time as any to remind you that at the next Good Times, we have rock 'n' roll legend Miss Guy (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) DJing a night of Cher and Dolly Parton (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) with yours truly.

Richard (right) and Kevin under the romantic taxidermy deer necks.

No one throws side-eye the way Tai Chi can throw side-eye. And that's why we love him.

Speaking of our loves, we chatted up another amoré of ours, Lucio, who is apparently headed to Vietnam for a month to oversee his clothing production before retiring to Argentina for a month to see some friends and relatives. And I thought DJing Comeback in Seattle this Friday was all glamorous.

Daryl clued me in to a high-brow celebrity Q&A that took place this week at the learning Annex which he was sure would sell out IMMEDIATELY. It was with Drita from Mob Wives, the Albanian kickboxing chick whose babies' daddy has been in prison for like, four out of the five years they've been together. Sadly, we missed it but Daryl said he and Drita really bonded.

Speaking of bonding, let's play our favorite Good Times game of who will Shaquanda be bonding with tonight?

Finally, some posing and some runway. Exactly what this party needed right around 2am.

Cuchi fritos.

Paul, Kevin and some hot bearded dude in a mad dog sweatshirt who should have been drinking Mad Dog 20/20 but had to settle for a vodka soda long after our $1 vodka 11pm - 1130pm special had ended.

What the fuck is up with this weather? Seriously. Is mother nature an angry lez who thinks its funny to have it rain each and every Wednesday. OVER IT. Dear Mother Nature, please make it stop raining and I promise to do that Night of 1000 Toris me and Jeff Chatterton have been talking about for a while. Thank you. Love, Sparber. PS - Make it warm in SF next week!

Jefferson, looking almost like Cazwell if you squint your eyes real hard and pretend that Cazwell came from the south of Brazil.

I swear that Big Scot was indeed working the door and did indeed card these two young'uns.

And the answer to our game is...THIS GUY! This is the guy Shaquanda will be bonding with tonight. Can I also just say that Shaquanda really brought the Trinidadian dance moves out to Metropolitan on Friday night, which is why I played that moombahton/soca/dancehall set. And the kids loved it.

BOOTS & BEERS.

Gurl I'll House You.

The point of the night when Kelvin yelled, "Come take a photo with this guy and hold his necklace and yada yada yada sweet jesus." Not sure if this photo is the most sacreligious thing to happen to Christianity since that whole child abuse scandal, but if it is, SORRY!

Barback Rob, practicing his scary faces for the upcoming Halloween holiday.

And one last side-eye from JR before we call it a night. Thanks Sean B. and everyone who braved the rain! See you next week with guest DJ Miss Guy for Dolly & Cher night. And then Seattle. And San Francisco. And a few days in Portland too! xo, Sparber

POP SOUK

2011-10-26T11:25:00.004-05:00

My write-up of Ladyfag's fashion flea market endeavor is now up on Next Magazine's blog:

As the clock struck 12 this past Sunday, the doors to the Maritime Hotel’s Hiro Ballroom swung open to reveal a sea of club kids and fashion folk bopping to the music of an onstage DJ, just in time for the bar to legally resume serving alcohol. After all, it was only noon.  Continue reading HERE and check out the photo set below.

TONIGHT, ME AND MISS GUY WILL BE WORKIN' 9 TO 5ISH (10 - 4, ACTUALLY)

2011-10-26T11:20:00.001-05:00

AN INTERVIEW

2011-10-25T17:24:00.002-05:00

I did an interview with a Seattle publication, the social, about DJing, grunge and my hairy chest. Check out the Q&A over HERE and come see me at Seattle's long-running Comeback party this Friday. Erickatoure is gonna be performing as well so expect shows, shows and more shows.

WELCOME BLACK LINA

2011-10-24T23:31:00.002-05:00

She's baaaaaaack. Get ready for Lina's Rewind Good Times on November 16th too.

THINGS I WANT

2011-10-24T23:29:00.001-05:00

That ginormous bird painting, framed or unframed. Anyone know where to acquire such an item?

THOSE BIRDS ON ROBYN'S DRUM KIT ON ELLEN LOOK MIGHTY FAMILIAR

2011-10-21T17:59:00.003-05:00

Robyn, who once teamed with her Swedish friends (and my favorite duo on earth) the Knife, appeared to have borrowed their drum kit or graphic designer for her latest performance on Ellen today.

A LITTLE LONGER AT THE KOUKLES CLUB

2011-10-21T11:41:00.001-05:00

All I have to say is that every tranny bar needs a Portishead performance.

WEST COAST, IM COMING TO SPOOK YOU

2011-10-21T11:08:00.001-05:00

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW

2011-10-21T11:07:00.002-05:00

DO I TURN YOU ON?

2011-10-20T12:10:00.002-05:00

My debut appearance in a music video!

OF INTEREST

2011-10-19T19:16:00.000-05:00

GOOD TIMES: WE LOVE COURTNEY LOVE

2011-10-19T01:17:00.013-05:00

Somewhere during our tenure at our Wednesday night Good Times party at Eastern Bloc, East Village rocn 'n' roll fag bar founder Formika (aka Mistress Formika) snuck into the fold as the Eastern Bloc Saturday night resident. Since Formika doesn't exactly get to play rock on Saturdays, we figured why not have him guest at our annual Night of 1000 Courtneys. If ever there's a DJ that knows rock, it's Formika and he really let us have it.

An early evening cameo by youtube sensation Sherry Vine! I think Sherry was coming from Arias With a Twist and maybe performing at the Monster later on but it is always a joy to see Sherry, even if its only twice a year as the lady loves to work (and werq).

Who cares about winning a Glammy nightlife award when the shining stars are clearly all out and aligned right here: (from left) Rich King, Formika and Natasha.

Now that summer is over, Colombians like Cesar are turning into secret white boys just in time for Halloween.

Frankie (left) and Wesley, who appears to be catnapping it before he lets his inner Courtney loose.

Yowzers. Clearly this was the girl with the most cake on the right who chose not to eat the most cake or any cake at all. And we ain't mad at it in the least.

ROCKER CHICKS! And he's even wearing a Debbie Harry tshirt too.

For those of you who aren't so fond of rock 'n' roll (no insinuations about the cuties pictured here), we'll be back to our regular scheduled nu house and nu disco with an emphasis on nu york at next week's Good Times with guest DJ and one-half of Spank, Sean B.

Wishing the one on the left would speak dirty arabic to me and make me wear a burka.

Robert (left) and Paulhino, drying one another off as it was raining cats and dogs outside but somehow only the dogs made it inside. Buh dum bum!

Get into the zebra print footballer shorts, children. Straight from the Oakland Raiders to the crotch of yours truly. And speaking of Oakland, I'm counting down the days till my Halloween DJ gigs in San Francisco and Seattle. It's gonna be big.

Justin (left) and Brett, sippin' on a glass of Drown Soda, which I'm pretty sure I included in my set though I'm having a blackout moment in true Courtney fashion.

It's been ages since I've seen my buddy Marc (left), who used to work for Oprah's magazine and should really get his own show on her OWN channel for something sweet and cute like dressing up dogs in Halloween costumes but year round.

Standing in front of the bright white portal that leads you from Good Times straight to gay rock 'n' roll heaven, where Live Through This can be heard with the snap of your fingers.

Diego (left) and his buddy, getting into Formika's reggae rock and English Beat set, which was pretty much the peak of the evening.

Is it me or are the hot Israelis multiplying?

Asking for it.

WELCOME BACK RICHIE! Rich (left) used to live in New York but now has a house and husband in Seattle and I'm staying with them again when I DJ Comeback (!) on October 28th because they're amazing hosts and Richie makes the best eggplant parm ever.

PEE GIRL GETS THE BELT.

Playgirl's Daniel Nardicio (shockingly with a hairless fella!) is resurrecting his best-named party of the year, Octoberfist, which we've never been to but we hear its a handful.

HOORAY FOR ZEBRA PRINTS!

FYI, Good Times coat check is now open and ready for business so no need to stash your leftover dinner in the DJ booth anymore, as we have the hunky Marc I. (right, with Rob) overseeing your belongings and any other services you might need from him.

BRINGING BACK GRUNGE REALNESS.

Drinks tomorrow for Colin (right) and Jeffrey. And the day after. And the day after. And the day after...

Richie and Richie and a fucking Twin Peaks tshirt! GAGGGGGGGGGGGG.

Yes, JR's finger is so far up his nose he can literally tap into the creative part of his brain where all his brilliant scripts come from. True story!

All night long, Natasha was partying with the most amazing woman I had ever met named Sunday (right). Sunday is this badass rock 'n' roll chick who would headbang to every track Formika and I played, be it L7 or Led Zepplin.

This photo does no justice to the sexiness that is Olivier (left) but it was the only one Kelvin snapped so we'll have to roll with it for now and hope he comes back next week for a better photo op.

Getting ready to terrorize the patrons and dancefloor of Good Times.

Let the terrorism, BEGIN!

Fags, beer and rock 'n' roll. As anyone at this party could attest, we need to do a gay rock 'n' roll party on the regular. And rock 'n' roll needs to make a mainstream comeback stat. I mean, Maroon 5? Really?

Giving you moves like Jagger.

More grunge fash-ohn, which is the best we could do this year as none of our Courtney impersonators came through for lack of promoting better. There's always the smeared red lipstick Courtney costume for Halloween though!

And then we started doing shots.

Sunday, turning it the fuck out on the pole to god knows what. The Ting Tings? The Cult? She is so hired for the next rock 'n' roll party we do, which Formika and I decided needs to be L7 night.

Remember when everyone dyed their hair this color with Kool Aid cuz Kurt did it on the cover of Sassy with Courtney? I may have tried it myself despite having next-to-black hair and not understanding the fundamentals of the coloring process.

GRUNGE MAKEOUT SESSION! while sporting a Nirvana tee. Oh so classic.

"Take you to heaaaaaveennnnnnn to-night."

Speaking of heaven, from now on we will be referring to Kevin (right, with John Paul or JP if you're nasty) as Heaven, since he is indeed heavenly in oh so many ways.

Natasha went in for the crotch grab and apparently didn't stop, as I swear this photo was NOT posed at all.

This photo, however, may have been a bit posed. But I like to think she was really doing this outside to our awesome doorman Big Scot, which is quite possible.

So if you couldn't tell from the other pictures, these bitches (along with Formika) turned. It. OUT.

Thanks to everyone who came through despite the rain. We might have a few drizzles next week but that ain't gonna stop me and Sean B. from dropping nu house and nu york tracks from Escandalo, Under Cover, Erickatoure, Nita, Austin Downey and more. See you there. xo, Sparber

WHAT DOES HALF OF A SPANK SOUND LIKE?

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Acid house bed set! Buy it here.

AND NOW, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR

2011-10-16T23:47:00.000-05:00

EDDIE & KURT, SITTING IN A TREE

2011-10-13T11:43:00.003-05:00

Kurt Cobain and Eddie Vedder dance at the 1992 VMA's from andrey007 on Vimeo

Just finished watching that PJ20 documentary, which I quite enjoyed despite never being the biggest Pearl Jam fan. They kind of lost me at Vitalogy. Loved this moment in the film though when Kurt and Eddie slow dance together. Of course Courtney was jumping up and down and doing her usual look-at-me thing (apparently Hole guitarist Eric Erlandson filmed it).

TONIGHT!

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