Segregation in Clubland

Santos Party House continues to program incredible and forward thinking music. I visited the joint Friday night with some special friends. I was there for Larry, Spencer and Sara because I like their faces but I was also curious how the Friday was doing. It has been known as Q-Tips night and I wondered if they had lost a beat now that he has moved on.

The acclaimed RE-OPEN-ED now features DJ Just Blaze and DJ Soul Upstairs with DJs Gravy, Max Glazer and MC Micro Don downstairs. Just Blaze (from the press release) is “the multi-platinum producer and remixer who has laid tracks for Jay-Z, Busta Rhymes, Beastie Boys, Mariah Carey, MF Doom, Janet Jackson, Jay Electronica, Kanye West and many more.” It’s classic hip-hop, house, soul classics, electronic disco and absolutely fantastic. The crowd is a dance crowd, mixed and hot. That’s writers speak to say that there are more non-white people there than in most of the so called “great clubs” around town.

It is increasingly disturbing to see the segregation and racism that prevails in nightlife. I commented to an owner the other day that his club had one black person in it while many were waiting outside. He denied the plain truth as I stormed out. Whether it is a policy or just the prejudices of my doorman “friends,” the club world offers few places that mix it like we did way back when. A black president doesn’t mean much if a black man gets turned away from the door when uglier, worse dressed, way less cool white guys get in way faster. A trip around the town a week or so ago saw major hot spots with virtually no non-white customers. Sure there were a few Asian hotties with their frat boy boyfriends and models of all races. Outside on the door step, the average black or Spanish couple are left waiting. It amazes me how patient they remain. Years of abuse has turned into acceptance.

My close friend Brittany Mendenhall, 6’ feet , beautiful and with her own nightlife column, has to wonder about going to certain places as she has had trouble in the past. I’m saying it out loud, but not quite loud enough, that this is way wrong and needs to be addressed. This Santos Party is fantastic and I’m going to try to be a regular. I advise you to be there as well.

Downstairs I caught my old friend and mainstay Spa Club DJ Max Glazer with Micro Don. It was joyous mayhem as girls way too hot for me grabbed me and dragged me to the dancefloor. It wasn’t pretty from there, although it made people laugh–and how can that be bad? Santos Party House is what is left of the days of yore. Our complaints, laments and nostalgic waxings are easily answered by their Friday night party.

After reading my post from yesterday, wondering about her safety, Lindsay Risk, in Chile to help open the W’s newest property, sent me a facebook message from Santiago, Chile:

Hi, I just read your article. So sweet of you. I am ok, still really rattled. We keep having aftershocks that are making me and everyone scared and sick. We had one yesterday at 6.0, which felt like it was happening all over again, but I think the worst is over. I really appreciate you writing that to build awareness of the complete nightmare that these people are living. Red2One is destroyed, Whiskey Blue is ok and that doesn’t even compare to all of the people that have lost their homes and family. It is so sad and horrific. We are trying to form teams and benefits to aid and bring supplies. I will keep you updated and thanks so much again. I will see you soon…ahhhhhh.

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