Gin!

Hey DJ!
Originally uploaded by Gringcorp.

It's not big, it's not clever, and it's been running our life since Wednesday. So much so that we have not even been taking in any music. But we must say that we'd have been curious about why the Morricone Youth decided that they wanted to play the suite of corporate apartments that is the Flatotel. Ooops, scratch that, we're confusing it with another set up - the Flatotel is currently claiming to be a boutique operation.

Morricone Youth's name is quite delightful, and just a little bit smug, hipster soundtrack music with a little nod to Sonic Youth's hugely self-indulgent Madonna cover album. But playing in hotels? Artists should, in our humble opinion, be more selective about their audience, although such music/lodging tomfoolery can most certainly benefit the owners. We have thoroughly tired of one colleague's praise for the Maritime Hotel.

So why, then, were we to be found at 1.30am in the Tribeca Grand, goosing tourists, drinking gin, and taking pictures of a very annoyed-looking DJ who wasn't Tricia Romano? The long answer involves a search for post-9/11 coherence, and the site of the legendary Baby Doll Lounge, taking in various loisada establishments and the limey bartender at South's. The short answer is that we were drunk. And we'll do it all over again. Stay nimble.