GOOD TIMES: STARLIGHTING WITH BILL PFEIFFER

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

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

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

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

An HBO original series waiting to happen.

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

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

 DJ BEARS, UNITE!

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

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

The prettiest angels on earth.

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

Photographer Jeff Eason, doing his best Gene Simmons.

The look goes as follows.

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

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

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

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

THE GORGEOUSNESS.

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

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

JIZZ! THIS FRIDAY.

 

GOOD TIMES: ELECTROCLASH THROWBACK

Electroclash lives! Though I had to dig deep to uncover all my Mirwais and Miss Kittin hits from the Luxx and Berliniamsburg era, me and guest DJ Kevin Graves pulled it together to do an electroclash throwback at last Wednesday's Good Times at Eastern Bloc. The party started at 10pm and the Mount Sims singalongs started shortly thereafter.

Founding members of the gay Long Island DJ crew. We're taking to the decks next month for Anthony's birthday throwdown at The Rusty Knot on February 17th and I'm already planning my crunked up pussy twerkin' set.

It was a lucky coincidence that our electroclash Good Times happened on the same night that our good friend Adrian (right) was in town from London for just a few small drinks, since he actually knew every word to every song we played. When are electroclash nights going to be come the new 80s night?

Adam wasn't nominated for a Golden Globe at this year's ceremony but we're pretty sure he'll be in Hollywood's gay Jew mafia soon enough.

DJ Kevin Graves was a bit exasperated, as his apartment building had been SET ON FIRE earlier in the day, yet since he had stayed at his boyfriend's place the night before, he insisted on playing a set and impressing us all, which he most certainly did.

No matter how crowded or uncrowded we get on Wednesdays, the pole position always seems to be the number three hangout spot (after the bathroom line and the bathroom, respectively).

I didn't realize that electroclash night would translate to 30 and over night, yet I'm glad these lovely ladies derive the same joy as me from hearing Felix the Housecat's remixes of Dot Allison and Ladytron.

Giving good times a big thumbs up! Oh, and a note to the cute photographer on the left or anyone that wants to come out and snap a few photos for us on Wednesday (or even volunteer to snap some photos while I'm DJing or schmoozing): DRINKS ON ME!

Marcellus, carrying as usual.

And then this happened.

Me and my friend in the tighty whities had previous hung out at Mobel Olfe in Berlin this past summer, where they unfortunately do NOT have a pole for spontaneous shows, though I'm sure that their bathroom is equally as popular as ours.

The Good Times family, with daddy Darren (right) and brother Rob. I'm am voting for an Eastern Bloc family portrait in the very near future.

BREAKING NEWS: Mikey Fuentes (left) and I have released our debut mixtape as a production duo, DONKEY, and you can download it at mixcloud.com/donkeynyc. You won't regret it.

Rob was in a real huggy mood that night.

Marc was in a real lonely mood that night because apparently no one checked their coats. Next time we do an electroclash night, we are going to have to coax Marc's alter ego, DJ Tekshur, out of retirement.

DONKEY HEARTS XANDER!

It's been a minute seen we've seen Ernie (left, with Matty) so we were excited to hear that he has a new party up his sleeve with the one and only Roze Black, who we live and die and come back to life for.

 

Scat pigs unite! See you next Wednesday when super special DJ guest Bill Pfieffer who used to be the Friday Wonderbar resident before moving over to Saturdays at Starlight will be joining us for some deep house and more. xo, Sparber

DONKEY SESSIONS 001

Me and Mikey Fuentes have been hard at work on a new music project we call DONKEY. Check out our first mixtape, SESSIONS 001, over HERE. You can also download it over HERE. Enjoy!

GOOD TIMES: DADDY DEAREST

In those first few days after Christmas and New Years, when everyone has both pigged out and partied for an entire week, we at Good Times at Eastern Bloc (every Wednesday!) kept the ball rolling by inviting iconic New York DJ Johnny Dynell to guest with us and entertain for those who weren't giving in just yet. And wouldn't you know it, the New York City children were STILL going on January 2nd. I do indeed heart NY.

Though we sorely missed Xander during our New Year's Eve weekend bender, we were glad he resurfaced the day after New Years looking fresh as ever and feeling like an orchid.

Trani (right) told me she hadn't counted on coming out that night but when she caught wind of Daddy (aka guest DJ Johnny Dynell, left) doing a special Good Times set, she told me wouldn't have missed it for the world. 

We have a hunch that 2013 is going to be a big year for Stephanie Stone (aka Charles, right) not only for magazine covers, music projects and more nightlife performances and appearances but she might even rejoin the mobile phone community.

I know 2013 will be a great year because it has already delivered such worldly delights as Jayne (left), a London sweetheart who kept up with us New York party folk like an energizer bunny and was still looking stellar after a week of late nights and early mornings.

Fun fact: Armando (left) and Jonathan, along with Robbie S. (not pictured and hasn't really been seen since Paula Abdul was booted from American Idol) sometimes refer to themselves as the t-shirts, with Robbie as size small, Jonathan as M and Armando as L.

Leather sleeves? Or was he just ready and eager to get his fist on?

 While barman Darren took some hard-earned time off to frolic through the streets of London as a Freddie Mercury doppelganger, barmen Sam (left) and Rob held it down at last Wednesday's Good Times. They were sort of hoping to get home a little earlier than usual too but that late night rush just didn't wanna leave till 4am. Sorry guys!

Now walking for the category of animal print blazers (and looking quite fine, I might add).

I was waiting for her to get on the mic and sing some freestyle Love & Happiness, La India style but alas she kept a low profile and looked fetching and mysterious from afar.

The British chap on the left with Scott couldn't comprehend our policy of no requests or why Daddy wouldn't play Azealia Banks' 212, which this fellow considered a "hot new tune."

Flashback to the deep-V trend of 2010, which I'm still a big proponent of thankyouverymuch.

Twins? Stoners? Turks? I have no idea whatsover but their good time at Good Times is all that matters and by the looks of those smiles, I'm guessing that they did indeed have fun.

The hooded Stella Artois bandit strikes again!

Big filakia to my greek bulas Giorgos and Giorgos, who almost out-partied Jayne during New Year's week (yes, it was an entire week. Thursday till Wednesday. I'm still zonked) and stayed out almost as late as I did for many many consecutive nights. 

These two were headed back to Brazil the following day but my plan to steal his identity and plane ticket failed to materialize.

Eliot is fun to hug. Try it at next week's Good Times, when me and Kevin Graves give you an electroclash throwback with the sounds of Miss Kittin, T. Raumschmiere and the Hungry Wives.

Daddy didn't realize that the Bob Newhart Show was playing on the television below the DJ booth while he spun but I bet if I got him going, he'd have some great stories to share about the Bob Newhart Show era, 1972 - 1978, when he was a wee lad.

Looking forward to hearing about the wedding plans for these two, as Gugu (right) swore that THIS WAS THE ONE!!!

This one in the white showed us photos of himself as a dazzling pageant queen from the midwest who had just arrived in New York City to achieve all his dreams of east coast crown-snatching and late-night dances at Good Times.

Thanks again to everyone who came out, including Evans (right) and Kindbud (center, who has a dope new music video called The Remix is Dead. Go watch it!) and Johnny Dynell, who turned this mutha out and is welcome back to DJ any time his heart desires. See you next week for our electroclash throwback. xo

HYPERMEDIOCRITY, TONIGHT!

DADDY NEW YEAR