New York Nightlife Review

Welcome to another installment of the New York Nightlife Review!
In 2002, the Village Voice's Tricia Romano covered the effects of caberet laws in New York City (The Safety Dance). Some of Romano's interviewees who discuss the "right to dance" in a constitutional framework would be please to know that in 2007 most New Yorkers have the liberty to bust a move.

Even if it means having to go out to Greenpoint, those who like to shake their groove thing will find dance floors a plenty. Last week, a couple of friends and I got a ride over the Williamsburg Bridge and google maped our way through desolate streets to Studio B for Mr. Oizo, a french producer who is most famous for his electro track "Flat Beat." We got there just in time for Quentin Dupieux (Mr. Oizo is only a stage name) seamlessly mix The Who's "Teenage Wasteland" with Robin S' "Show me Love"
(So baby if you want me
You’ve got to show me love)
We danced til close, told Mr. Oizo that he was tres bien and got a ride to a the Manhattan Bridge where an empty cabbie was fortuitously waiting to take us to get some schwarma on Rivington street.

Truth be told, fun is often had in local places with exotic guests. Just a $5 cab ride away, we greeted Guy Gerber, a moody Israeli DJ in the damp waterfall room at Love (8th Street between Macdougal and 6th Ave). Dancing in the small, dark and neon black lit club is the perfect antidote for the toxic Euro Trash in your blood. And though some people may protest, GoldBar which just so happens to be a stones throw from my stoop is also laden with debris from abroad. On a recent Friday night after a 15 minute wait to get in past the brooding eastern European dominatrix Carolina, we finally stepped through a curtain of crystal and gold for some much desired access to the posh banquettes. Reporting from the inner depths of exclusivity, I can tell you that chilling around every famous actor, rapper or musician (what up LEO, Q-TIP and Lenny K) were not only models, but nondescript party animals too. The excellent sound system ignites the small plush quarters where celebrities rub elbows with ordinary folks in a groovy and energetic mix. If you can get past the door, GoldBar's resplendence might just make you forget about $18 drink prices.