The Yard Dogs Road Show, Thomas Truax, and the Nervous Cabaret @Rubulad, 4/9/05
Then down the stairs and onto the dance floor, where I encountered my friend Ted. I was very happy to see Ted, as he recently moved to New Haven for a job and I had not seen him in awhile. We drank some absinthe. We danced like dirty hippies to world music. We went outside and saw some kickass sculptures. Then we went in the OTHER dancing room, where there was intense ravey techno music playing and also the #1 attraction of the night: the igloo! This was a 3-story, interactive sculpture that you could crawl around inside. It was basically like chilling in a big, bright, white womb. It was apparently a smaller version of a larger one that had been built at burningman. It was comfy inside and we didn't want to leave. It was an excellent igloo.
There were many different substances at this particular party, ranging from slightly to highly illegal, but (and maybe this is just the repressed sXe kid in me talking)the most intoxicating thing was definitely the music. Especially when I heard the first groans of Nervous Cabaret, the last band of the night, who were definitely smokin', and not in a controlled drug kind of way. They played a strange, gloomy, spooky, punky, ska-y, blues-y, sort of old/new time music and Ted and I danced like maniacs to it. They started their set off with the most punk rock puppet show about bunnies that I have ever seen, then proceeded to rock our socks off with their slow grinding pseudo-standards and skanktastic uptempo songs. How could I not love them???
In conclusion: Rubulad is far. Rubulad is pricey ($10). Rubulad is hard for Manhattanites (and almost everyone else) to get to. However, Rubulad is worth it. Anyone who tells you differently is a lame little pussy with no balls and deserves to be banished to Irving Plaza forever. You heard it from me, the (fair and balanced) source.
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