The old fogey in me loves the spirit of this email:
Ok guys. It’s time to live life in retrospect. Things were easier (and much more fun) back then. This email isn’t about your run-of-the-mill party. It’s about the gathering of friends under the umbrella of a common cause. To take back the nightlife. To have a place in the East Village that’s devoid of douche. A place where you can hear the songs you used to f-ck to. The songs you remembered as you waited on that long bathroom line. This is something to fill the void in conversation when a friend asks you “what did you do this weekend?” or “what’s there to do in New York City on a Friday night?” But you know what? F-ck it. They won’t even be asking, because the point of this new incarnation of Stolen Transmission is that it will become a given. The given that Orchard Bar once was. Your friends will be there. And everyone else will soon want to be. Let’s make this one for the diaries.
Sarah and I went to check it out yesterday. It smells like Lit circa 2003. Aka, AWESOME.
THE HANGER BAR
3rd street between B and C (north side of 3rd).
11 pm til 4 am every Friday (as in, starting TOMORROW).
We will have a bottle of booze in the DJ booth (and can provide the same for any afterparty entourage). We also may or may not have our own private back room. Just sayin.
Quit your bitching and see you all there.
Love, The Tarts of Pleasure (circa 2004)