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We All Miss Dancing
The creative outlet of the nightclub has disappeared. And we are all a little sad.
I hosted an art gallery opening last week at a beautiful event space I manage in New Jersey. The place has a very cool vibe with incredible sound, vibrant lighting and a completely open floorplan. The crowd in attendance for the opening was largely artistic and creative types, mostly New York City transplants. All night, people were commenting on how perfect the venue is for dancing. And I mean all night. Finally, a woman caught my ear and really spelled out the potential plan. She was pushing hard. I laughed and said, I do miss dancing. She said, we all do.
The conversations about Manhattan neighborhoods and hosting parties brought me back to the late 90’s in New York City. I was in college and had met an incredible group of friends. We were artists and doctors and bankers and students with one thing in common…the weekends were for dancing. We lived for it. We dressed for it. On those nights we came alive.
The first club I experienced was the Limelight. You had to stand outside at the velvet rope and you had to be on “the list”. Muscular bouncers looked you up and down, judging your worthiness to enter. It was my first time and I was thoroughly unprepared for the process. Note to self: better outfit next time.
