Friday, May 9, 2008

Seattles Best Wednesday Night - Studio!



There is a night where the dead prowl the dance floor. Rising from their graves to haunt the living with their horrific visages.

The place is Club Havana, a regal bar in Seattle's Capital Hill neighborhood. With its demure feel Club Havana is a perfect place for the evenings Dr. Frankenstein to perform experiments from his perch above the dance floor. TJ Gorton with his Igor, DJ HMA in tow, cobbles together the night with spare parts and found gems. Their morbid explorations sound forth into the streets of Capital Hill and bring out the faithful.

As the night progressed and the liquor flowed, an assortment of hipsters, drunks, revivalists, and passers by gathered under Havana's vaulted ceilings. While the crew was motley, the floor bumped like it was 1978. For those moments we worshipped the beat, the melody, and the witch doctors who brought it all together. Merrily, we danced, oblivious to the crack in time that we had fallen through and become lost in. We, for an instant, enjoyed the hedonism of living in the moment.

You don't need a flux capacitor to enjoy Studio, just $3 (for now). Doors are at 9 typically. The whole ghoulish language was a metaphor for the awesomeness that happens there every wednesday. The people there are really very nice and classy, and the bartenders are great. I'll be headed there next week, and you should too.

Oh, and check out TJ's great blog monster American Athlete.

Much love,
DJ Bubbles

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