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Stories from the NYC club scene
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White Men Can't Dance
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by Ray
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On the phone tonight, I hear, "You gotta listen to this--totally like a Batcave-night song." Made me remember:
The Ba... |
January 16, 2011 |
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by Ray
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I hear the music before I open the door to the building. Shit.
"Hey!" he yells from his bedroom.
"No, dude. ... |
February 28, 2009 |
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by Ray
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I got around to posting some pictures of Rob’s party, if you’re the kind of person who’s interested in that sort of thi... |
May 20, 2007 |
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by Ray
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So I made it back from my bachelor party last night. I got to New York City around eleven o’clock on Thursday morning,... |
November 06, 2006 |
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by Trey
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Years ago I started boycotting radio because it sucks, and since I have my TV hooked up to a 5 dollar set of rabbit ears... |
May 05, 2006 |
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by Ray
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I actually had a real post I was working on, but it wasn’t that interesting, and then I got a call from the notorious p... |
February 26, 2006 |
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by Ray
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So I’m hanging out last night, writing, whatever. I had actually almost decided to go to bed when the phone rang.
“H... |
December 03, 2005 |
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by Ray
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If I was prepared, this would be my backup rant. This would be the thing that I posted when I was beat to the core, ti... |
August 26, 2005 |
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by Ray
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I’m sort of at peace with the world tonight, which generally makes for pretty lame writing. But it’s been a good eveni... |
August 07, 2005 |
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by Trey
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Evening blooms, full and heavy, hanging across a new york friday night.
The club. Expensive, full. Walk through the r... |
April 17, 2005 |
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