Wednesday, April 29, 2009
GOOD TIMES: NEW YORK ICE CREAM TV TRAVEL GOOD TIMES
Friends of the East Village and beyond: we'll always be together in electric dreams! Electric dreams that come true at our Wednesday Good Times party at Eastern Bloc, which was particularly electric last Wednesday when toasted the electro genius that is Human League.
It only took seconds for Will (left) to find his way to the Jaeger shots and slap on a nifty pair of beer goggles.
Good Times, now doubling as a yoga studio. Just ask Kyle (right).
I will never sing You Don't Bring Me Flowers to David (right, with Jon), who brought me the most beautiful bouquet on our party's two-year anniversary. And speaking of presents, guess whose birthday party is at Eastern Bloc on Wednesday, May 6th? MINE, BITCHES!
Our buddy Buddy (right, with Evans), who lived in Barcelona not so long ago but has officially become an Empire State Human.
DWAYNE WAYNE FLIPGLASSES REALNESS, as sported by the ever-fashionable Frank.
Methinks Sammy Jo (center) has discovered the fountain of youth, which may or may not have something to do with his new pad in Barcelona. Catch us spinning disco brunches at Ono (aka Hotel Gansevoort) starting Memorial Day weekend!
The most unforgettable men in the world wear Good Times.
Chris R. (right) and friends, working that Love Action.
Bonjour Ludovic (left)! Bonjour Jeremie! Tres mignon. Je t'aime. Donnez-moi un eclair, s'il vous plait.
This season, we're seeing lots of the classic white v-neck, which I think might have been the same thing I wore to this very party. Oops.
At some point, the sound system got really fucked up and I couldn't deal so I put on Donna Summer's MacArthur Park for 17 minutes. And the crowd LIVED for it.
Ben (left) and Nick (right) were supposed to move to Sydney but might have missed their flight while out cruising for a third to stow away in the luggage.
Mad clams, kissing up on David I see.
ADD YOUR VOICE TO THE SOUND OF THE CROWD!
Somebody must have had a dab of hummus lingering on his/her neckline (sorry! he/she looks super gender ambigous! that's trendy these days.)
Contemplating the Lebanon and the reason I keep playing it.
Kevin, Richard and Gary (from left) really are the things that dreams are made of, although Kevin sometimes looks like he's being boiled when he's really just a dark-skinned jewban.
STEPH STONE (aka Charles, right) WILL BE IN EFFECT AT MY BIRTHDAY PARTY! Trust. That is my present and I will live for it.
And then the clock struck two.
Sadly, I'm more excited about that rad ginger mohawk than a pantsless Charlie, which is an everyday sight in the East Village.
Ken (center) has joined my crusade to bring back the Comeback, though Ken would be just as happy if Mickey got his own spin-off.
Michael and Willie, begging the question: Don't You Want Me Baby?
A trio of my favorite DJs everrrrrr, though I am about to bludgeon Michael M. (left) for that Snap cap.
Do NOT put your lips on a stripper pole, especially in these Swine Flu times. Speaking of which, the next Good Times will be a Swine Flu party! Pigs in Zen! Bird Flu (and lots of other MIA)! March of the pigs!
See you next week! xo, Sparber.
It only took seconds for Will (left) to find his way to the Jaeger shots and slap on a nifty pair of beer goggles.
Good Times, now doubling as a yoga studio. Just ask Kyle (right).
I will never sing You Don't Bring Me Flowers to David (right, with Jon), who brought me the most beautiful bouquet on our party's two-year anniversary. And speaking of presents, guess whose birthday party is at Eastern Bloc on Wednesday, May 6th? MINE, BITCHES!
Our buddy Buddy (right, with Evans), who lived in Barcelona not so long ago but has officially become an Empire State Human.
DWAYNE WAYNE FLIPGLASSES REALNESS, as sported by the ever-fashionable Frank.
Methinks Sammy Jo (center) has discovered the fountain of youth, which may or may not have something to do with his new pad in Barcelona. Catch us spinning disco brunches at Ono (aka Hotel Gansevoort) starting Memorial Day weekend!
The most unforgettable men in the world wear Good Times.
Chris R. (right) and friends, working that Love Action.
Bonjour Ludovic (left)! Bonjour Jeremie! Tres mignon. Je t'aime. Donnez-moi un eclair, s'il vous plait.
This season, we're seeing lots of the classic white v-neck, which I think might have been the same thing I wore to this very party. Oops.
At some point, the sound system got really fucked up and I couldn't deal so I put on Donna Summer's MacArthur Park for 17 minutes. And the crowd LIVED for it.
Ben (left) and Nick (right) were supposed to move to Sydney but might have missed their flight while out cruising for a third to stow away in the luggage.
Mad clams, kissing up on David I see.
ADD YOUR VOICE TO THE SOUND OF THE CROWD!
Somebody must have had a dab of hummus lingering on his/her neckline (sorry! he/she looks super gender ambigous! that's trendy these days.)
Contemplating the Lebanon and the reason I keep playing it.
Kevin, Richard and Gary (from left) really are the things that dreams are made of, although Kevin sometimes looks like he's being boiled when he's really just a dark-skinned jewban.
STEPH STONE (aka Charles, right) WILL BE IN EFFECT AT MY BIRTHDAY PARTY! Trust. That is my present and I will live for it.
And then the clock struck two.
Sadly, I'm more excited about that rad ginger mohawk than a pantsless Charlie, which is an everyday sight in the East Village.
Ken (center) has joined my crusade to bring back the Comeback, though Ken would be just as happy if Mickey got his own spin-off.
Michael and Willie, begging the question: Don't You Want Me Baby?
A trio of my favorite DJs everrrrrr, though I am about to bludgeon Michael M. (left) for that Snap cap.
Do NOT put your lips on a stripper pole, especially in these Swine Flu times. Speaking of which, the next Good Times will be a Swine Flu party! Pigs in Zen! Bird Flu (and lots of other MIA)! March of the pigs!
See you next week! xo, Sparber.
SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY
Join us for the third and final installment of our spring monthly party at the ever so swank Kingswood bar below the Kingswood restaurant. Electro fischerspooner mayhem all night long.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
ONCE UPON A TIME I HAD EXTENSIONS
Very Adam Duritz-esque (of the Counting Crows), though they only lasted for two weeks and then my real hair got all greasy and they started slipping out.
THIS SUNDAY
With Linda Simpson and special guest DJ Darren the Bartender while Gant is on his west coast tour with Nita.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
GOOD TIMES: WEST COAST VS. EAST COAST
A 2-in-1 post! Last week, I was invited out to San Fran to DJ at Booty Call, a rockin' party that goes off in the Castro on Wednesdays cuz only the best parties happen on Wednesday. My good friend and stellar host Roberto snapped some pics while DJ Michael Magnan held it down at Good Times, NYC at Eastern Bloc in my absence.
Kids on the west coast love to dance! Like, every party I went to, there would be four or 40 people when I walked in. This was pretty much the scene at Booty Call the entire night.
California go-go's, now accesorizing with trendy hankerchief leg ascots.
Proving the more sunlight on the west coast really will turn your eyes shocking blue.
The cuteness, shaking a fist to the upbeat house jams I pretty much played for the duration of my set.
Hi Matty (right)! Matty (with Jeremy) came out on short notice to support me in his home city of San Francisco, where he moved to become a fancy internet entrepreneur.
Hippy necklaces and tie-dye insired get-ups were abound.
Stanley (left) and I used to chat day and night on AOL back in the 90s. Now he DJs a happening Tuesday party called Chili Dog which was way fun and left me hunting for hot dogs when the bar closed at 2.
Yes please.
Ryan lived in New York one summer but now rules the streets of San Fran and majorly cut a rug to the tunes I was playing. I think everyone left in sweat when the bar finally shut down.
Cuteness, also known as Will Shields lookalike on the right.
Oh, San Fran also has lots of ladies who get down at the gay clubs, seemingly with a more ease than at the gay bars of New York City.
I love you Kevin Hoskins, and I love your overalls and leopard scarf and green denim. I also loved your Monday party (Tiara Sensation!) at the Stud. The only thing I don't love is that you don't live in New York anymore.
Gays will be gays, west coast and east coast.
Evoking a young Formika look.
One of the handsome San Fran fixtures that makes me wish I visited this lovely city more often.
And of course, my most gracious host, Roberto, who pretty much outpartied me the four nights in a row that we went out. AND he works a day job. Thanks for hosting me Roberto.
And thank you x 10,000 to the incredible Juanita More (left, with day-glo Steven; the theme was day-glo, hence the day-glo photo booth), who booked me, wined me, dined me and turned me out with her DJ set. Can't WAIT to do it. (More day-glo photo booth shots HERE.)
Meanwhile, back in New York, Good Times turned black and white. How oh how did Gary (right, with Murphy) manage to score some drink tickets?
Buddy (right) is done with Wednesdays at the Cock, which means he'll have more time to booze with us and pose with random nip slips like the one shown here.
I think Kelvin missed the memo that I was partying in LA because he kind of called me every day to see where I'd be partying that night. Sadly, he didn't make it to Shits n Giggles or Mustache Mondays, which was the best party evz!
Manical laughter and Linda Hamilton arms.
Sad that I missed this beauty at my party but hoping she comes back next week when I dare to do a Human League party.
Darren, thinking about his disco set for this weekend's Love Hangover, where he'll be filling in for Gant and playing lots of Sylvester with me at the Eastern Bloc, 10 - 4. MINT JULEP SPECIAL!
I'm guessing this is late in the evening, since none of them seem to be able to find the camera with their eyes.
Murphy (left) and friend, humpin' around a la Bobby Brown.
Gays will be gays, east coast and west coast.
Bearded boys do it better in black and white.
Oh HELLZ to the no. Daniel Nardico (left) and Sammy Jo (center) did NOT show up to my party on a night that I wasn't there. DAMMIT! Daniel and I are teaming for another Trash at Spalsh party (May 1st, theme: RELIGIOUS TRASH) so maybe Sammy will stop by that one.
Poseurs. As in, they're posing.
Murphy (right) and Trina, pretty much my favorite person-that-I-don't-know-but-comes-to-my-parties right now. And it doesn't hurt that she shares a name with the greatest rapstress ever born either.
L.I.-licky-C.-K.-licky-Y.
This is how we runway on weeknights, folks. And speaking of runway, let me just tell you that DJ Nita turned. it. out. in Los Angeles.
Put your hands up for New York, our lovely city.
Thank you Michael Magnan (left, with Johnny), the best substitute DJ a friend can have. I'm hosting Michael's Saturday night Mr. Black party this coming weekend, where he's in the main room turning it. Click HERE to download his set last week and show him some blog love. xo.
Kids on the west coast love to dance! Like, every party I went to, there would be four or 40 people when I walked in. This was pretty much the scene at Booty Call the entire night.
California go-go's, now accesorizing with trendy hankerchief leg ascots.
Proving the more sunlight on the west coast really will turn your eyes shocking blue.
The cuteness, shaking a fist to the upbeat house jams I pretty much played for the duration of my set.
Hi Matty (right)! Matty (with Jeremy) came out on short notice to support me in his home city of San Francisco, where he moved to become a fancy internet entrepreneur.
Hippy necklaces and tie-dye insired get-ups were abound.
Stanley (left) and I used to chat day and night on AOL back in the 90s. Now he DJs a happening Tuesday party called Chili Dog which was way fun and left me hunting for hot dogs when the bar closed at 2.
Yes please.
Ryan lived in New York one summer but now rules the streets of San Fran and majorly cut a rug to the tunes I was playing. I think everyone left in sweat when the bar finally shut down.
Cuteness, also known as Will Shields lookalike on the right.
Oh, San Fran also has lots of ladies who get down at the gay clubs, seemingly with a more ease than at the gay bars of New York City.
I love you Kevin Hoskins, and I love your overalls and leopard scarf and green denim. I also loved your Monday party (Tiara Sensation!) at the Stud. The only thing I don't love is that you don't live in New York anymore.
Gays will be gays, west coast and east coast.
Evoking a young Formika look.
One of the handsome San Fran fixtures that makes me wish I visited this lovely city more often.
And of course, my most gracious host, Roberto, who pretty much outpartied me the four nights in a row that we went out. AND he works a day job. Thanks for hosting me Roberto.
And thank you x 10,000 to the incredible Juanita More (left, with day-glo Steven; the theme was day-glo, hence the day-glo photo booth), who booked me, wined me, dined me and turned me out with her DJ set. Can't WAIT to do it. (More day-glo photo booth shots HERE.)
Meanwhile, back in New York, Good Times turned black and white. How oh how did Gary (right, with Murphy) manage to score some drink tickets?
Buddy (right) is done with Wednesdays at the Cock, which means he'll have more time to booze with us and pose with random nip slips like the one shown here.
I think Kelvin missed the memo that I was partying in LA because he kind of called me every day to see where I'd be partying that night. Sadly, he didn't make it to Shits n Giggles or Mustache Mondays, which was the best party evz!
Manical laughter and Linda Hamilton arms.
Sad that I missed this beauty at my party but hoping she comes back next week when I dare to do a Human League party.
Darren, thinking about his disco set for this weekend's Love Hangover, where he'll be filling in for Gant and playing lots of Sylvester with me at the Eastern Bloc, 10 - 4. MINT JULEP SPECIAL!
I'm guessing this is late in the evening, since none of them seem to be able to find the camera with their eyes.
Murphy (left) and friend, humpin' around a la Bobby Brown.
Gays will be gays, east coast and west coast.
Bearded boys do it better in black and white.
Oh HELLZ to the no. Daniel Nardico (left) and Sammy Jo (center) did NOT show up to my party on a night that I wasn't there. DAMMIT! Daniel and I are teaming for another Trash at Spalsh party (May 1st, theme: RELIGIOUS TRASH) so maybe Sammy will stop by that one.
Poseurs. As in, they're posing.
Murphy (right) and Trina, pretty much my favorite person-that-I-don't-know-but-comes-to-my-parties right now. And it doesn't hurt that she shares a name with the greatest rapstress ever born either.
L.I.-licky-C.-K.-licky-Y.
This is how we runway on weeknights, folks. And speaking of runway, let me just tell you that DJ Nita turned. it. out. in Los Angeles.
Put your hands up for New York, our lovely city.
Thank you Michael Magnan (left, with Johnny), the best substitute DJ a friend can have. I'm hosting Michael's Saturday night Mr. Black party this coming weekend, where he's in the main room turning it. Click HERE to download his set last week and show him some blog love. xo.
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