Rob Fernandez & Amnesia
I was rolling deep last night, picking up momentum for a good evening out with some friends at the Buckler Soho store Christmas party. I played pinball and played with the bartender Sarah until someone decided we needed food. We popped over to La Esquina where we were treated like royalty. The food, service, music, and all-around ambience reminded me why this basement restaurant/boite is my favorite place in town. Next up Apothéke, cause the peeps needed stiff drinks to hang with me. Although the crowd has become more yuppified over the years, the joint still delivers great cocktails, music, and service, and it was packed. The suits were fairly bland, but everything else in the place was a thrill. We were killing time and specialty cocktails before heading to GoldBar , where Jon Lennon greeted my motley crew and bought us even more drinks. The crowd was beautiful save for a few corporate drunkards. This time of year, clubs invariably have early Christmas parties, and sports-bar types sometimes linger and disturb the tame folk. We were supposed to stay a minute but stayed hours GoldBar still delivers.
Our waifs needed to sway so a dance party was sought. Rob Fernandez’s birthday bash at Cielo seemed the solution. When I got out of the joint so many moons ago, my friends wanted to take me out to a club to celebrate. It was a Sunday, and Rob Fernandez was having his weekly at a club that has had more names than Tiger Wood’s blackbook. It was great to be out and about, and we were VIPed by Eddie Dean, who owned the place. One look around, and I turned to my ex and said, “The crowd was better inside!”. Rob Fernandez’s legacy is like that. Still, there we were at Cielo, and Junior Vasquez was lending a hand celebrating another year of Rob’s house hustle. I loved Junior’s set. I almost always do. He offered house but with an almost modern jazz thread that mesmerized my crew. It was playful and upbeat, then dark and street. It played with us and left us chatting about what we heard long after. Junior seemed to be experimenting with a new sound, and I want more of it.
They asked me to present Rob’s birthday cake, and he whispered in my ear to please not shove it in his face until after he blew out the candles. Among his other talents and of course suave good looks, the man is a mind reader. I’ll join Rob again at Pacha tomorrow night to celebrate its fourth anniversary. At the Paper magazine event, Pacha wasn’t even nominated. Eddie Dean called me and asked how that could happen. With world-tour DJs, state-of-the-art sound and lights, it is “the” NYC club that is recognized most and has the highest profile internationally. This is one of the reasons I didn’t think the Paper thing had much credibility. Since we are not house heads, we headed to Lit for some rock and roll hootchie coo. Erik Foss and company showed us how it’s done while DJ John McSwane impressed me enough to find out his name. John will be handling the musical chores this New Year’s Eve at my favorite dive club, and I will be there unless I am someplace warm and fuzzy.
The Sol/Ruby Falls space at 609 West 29th Street opened last night, but I couldn’t go. My Facebook page has been bombarded with a zillion invites from a zillion promoters about the relaunch of this joint. Ruby Falls was good for around 20 minutes on one night, or maybe not. An absolutely awful interior theory guaranteed failure, plus inexperienced management and the location. It’s so far west that you feel there should be a dock on its river-facing side. The club Sol followed but didn’t gather enough followers to survive. I always felt if my friend Paul Seres had had complete control of the premises it would have worked, but alas, infighting and all sorts of silliness doomed the joint. Now Amnesia is bombarding cyberspace with the news it has arrived. Will this place be the filet mignon they are saying it will be, or just another cheese doodle? I asked and they answered: Joe Robles owns the place with Felix Parache and Henry Rosa, and Eric Sanchez is manager. Joe was put on the spot.
Is it called Amnesia because you want everyone to forget Sol and the other joints that were in this space? Well yes, it’s called Amnesia because you should forget what happened in the past and leave all your troubles behind.
What are you trying to do here besides make loot? It’s a venue to listen to great music and hang with great people. No concerns about money, just giving great service and an experience. The club will bring fun back to the scene again. Their is no price to fun.
What is your nightly programming? Open-format, dance, hip hop, pop, rock, and so on.
There were rumors at one time that big-time DJ Victor Calderone would be involved. Will he, and will this be a big DJ venue? Regarding Victor, it was discussed in the past, but nothing happened. We hope to have him DJ here. It is a big DJ venue. Everyone has a chance to show their skills, whether they DJ just in the boroughs, a bar in Connecticut, or a club in New Jersey … we welcome them
Wow, I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yes, I’m on Twitter again with a little help from my assistant Samantha Jonas. It’s stevelewisbbook.