MisShapes: Cool Kids of Death

Saturday night/ party night.

After satisfying our culturally malnourished existences with a trip to up-and-coming photographer, Howard Jones' photographic exhibition, we headed down to Tribeca for MisShapes, the much lauded Indie night.

Admittedly, it was good to check out this club and its patrons, who I might add do have their shit going on in many respects. They've got the style and the attitude which I adore. Individuals taking some pride in their appearance and putting in an effort for a good Saturday night out.

I was warned that it was a young crowd and yes, there were some NYU art students there but who wants to go to a club - or any event for that matter - where everyone is between the ages of 26 and 29, works in design and lives in the West Village? I reckon the diversity, at least on Saturday night is what makes the night interesting. I like to see the rail-thin boys with their manicured 80's doos and the showing-out lasses mega-gossiping at the bar about what "she said to him after he did that to her".

The drinks: Y'know, plastic cups....Is that really necessary? If you're going to employ a system of stripping the bartenders of their God-given right to wave a glass over a sink and call it "washed" at least make the plastic cup larger than a thimble.

The Music: I get it ok! Yes, it was clever about 8 years ago to play "bad" songs because in an ironic way they were cool. Some of these songs actually were cool and became cornerstones of some play-lists, ie: real crowd pleasers like Superstition, or Kylie or Bee Gees. Fine, slip one of these every now and then - no issue there.

There are also some great, great songs out there that you can't help stomping your foot to and singing into a wooden-spoon mic in your kitchen (Missy Elliott). Here's the thing: MisShapes is a night with a certain broad "theme" and when you go dancing to the music they play at Aer Lounge half a mile away, it doesn't matter how many charity shop hats you can slap on your nu-wave cut, you're still a nugget.

*Note: IT IS ACCEPTABLE TO WALK OFF THE DANCE-FLOOR IF THE DJ IS PLAYING DRIVEL. Just because Elroy and Steph are still dancing doesn't mean the song is any good. Give it a go - others may follow.

If I'm dancing to The Jam, chances are I don't want to hear Chingy. If I'm dancing to The Rapture, chances are I don't want it followed up with Faith Evans or Whitney or Diddy or 50.

Get very far away from me with your redundant try-hard urban hits. There are a plethora of clubs playing that genre back-the-front, as there are clubs playing all the horrible, regrettable 80's pop smashes but what we lack in this city is a good club playing British, American, Canadian, Scandinavian Indie gems.

Why couldn't it be you MisShapes?

Tags:   Clubs, Cool Kids Of Death, Don Hills, Indie Music, Kylie, MisShapes, Nuggets

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Posted on 11/13/2006 ( Permanent Link )
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