Everybody dance like there's ass in your pants!

Sometimes I worry that there's nothing new in this neighborhood. As rich in culture as the East Village has historically been, there are times when I look at buildings like "1B" and become concerned. But! the past couple of nights have given me some hope; it seems there are still people like Nick Sansano(and maybe Danny) making sure subversive creativity is alive and well.

On Thursday night Jennifer and I attended "Bronze Fondue" at the Downeast Arts Center to see Mr. Sansano and his band, led by one "Huck DeMilo" and accompanied by a slightly creepy Greasy Cravings. They were so excellent.






Last night I traveled all the way across the street to a dilapidated, truly quintessential, crappy East Village apartment building. All of the residents were friends, so each floor offered a different party. And although it was overrun by 19 year old hipsters, I had a pretty good time. Danny (pictured below) got way drunk and had his own personal dance party, I taught Adam how to look cool wearing my sunglasses (at night), and we all danced to Rock Lobster and drank horrible beer from the ancient deli downstairs. Original? Maybe. Fun? You bet.