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fabric vs fantasy 1 September 07
hey,
saw m.i.a at fabric last night (thanks dana)
fabric, for those of you who don’t know it, (as i didn’t) is some kind of ‘super-club’. i don’t really know what that means, except to say that it’s fucking huge and has a very, very good sound system.
m.i.a was great an’ all, but the crowd of slightly aggressive beer-swilling party boys was a little hard to take. but that’s not really her fault.
i was talking to my wife about how i love the idea and concept of nightclubs, but the reality of them always leaves me feeling kind of shit.
if i were to imagine a perfect club, it’d be all low lit, super plush, spacious (but not stupidly so), and they’d play all that super-slow narcotic kind of disco, like all that chromatics/glass candy stuff as well as kraut-y stuff and grace jones and hall and oates, and gen’rally keep it smooth.
but not bangin’.
the women would all look like roxy music cover models and would glare at you initially, but then take you to the toilets (lots of mirrors of course) and ravage you mercilessly.
after which you’d pop out onto the (lit from beneath) dancefloor to cut a rug at 33 rpm.
and then go to the toilet again.
anyway, i realise that this is a pipe dream. that NYC had this kinda deal stitched up in the late 70’s/early 80’s, but for fuck’s sake, can’t there just be one club like this in london?
or will we have to make it ourselves…
a few years ago we played several times at a club in berlin called ‘the big eden’ which was the closest thing i’ve come to my aforementioned fantasy. it was owned by a septegenarian guy named rolf eden, who seemed like a german hugh hefner type. there were pictures behind the bar of james brown and paul mccartney arm in arm pouring drinks, smiling broadly. unity.
it also had a big red make-out room which was pretty great.
sadly i think the club is no longer, or if it is, it isn’t being used for cool purposes.
anyway, fabric was alright, m.i.a was great, but i’d far prefer to indulge my own imaginings for now.
cs x
