Last night we went to Privilege.<\/p>\n
Not until 3 A.M., of course.\u00c2\u00a0 Before that we went to dinner.\u00c2\u00a0 A lovely outdoor place that reminded me of Woody Allen’s "A Midsummer Night’s Sex Comedy".\u00c2\u00a0 You remember, that romp in the Catskills.\u00c2\u00a0 I love those east coast summer nights, when it’s so warm you don’t need a jacket and you can eat outside.\u00c2\u00a0 Which is what we did.\u00c2\u00a0 And the deejay broke from the electronica for a minute to play Lou Reed’s "Walk On The Wild Side".\u00c2\u00a0 So weird to hear a forty year old song when the shelf life of a hit today is less than a year.\u00c2\u00a0 Whore it out soon, it might be worthless in the future!\u00c2\u00a0 We sang the "do, do, do, doos" and marveled at the connection between what once was and what now is.<\/p>\n
Then we stopped at Aura while a member of our party ran an "errand".\u00c2\u00a0 Every spot has got a deejay.\u00c2\u00a0 Not spinning vinyl.\u00c2\u00a0 They’ve all got these Pioneer contraptions that spin CDs.\u00c2\u00a0 And Macs.<\/p>\n
And from there, on to Privilege.\u00c2\u00a0 The world’s largest nightclub!<\/p>\n
Want to know what it was like to be a rock fan in the sixties and early seventies?\u00c2\u00a0 Go to Privilege.<\/p>\n
The access road is dirt.\u00c2\u00a0 People are milling around the parking lot and the place is a barn.\u00c2\u00a0 The focus is on the music.\u00c2\u00a0 And the people.<\/p>\n
But one difference between now and then is the cost.\u00c2\u00a0 Clubbing in Ibiza is EXPENSIVE!<\/p>\n
How expensive?<\/p>\n
I’m not exactly sure.<\/p>\n
You can pay at the door.\u00c2\u00a0 Or buy a package, so when you fly from the U.K. for the weekend, admittance is included.<\/p>\n
Or you can be like me and get on the guest list for the V.I.P. area, allowing you to breeze through the entrance for nary a dime, and then sit down on a couch and get nicked for expenses so grand you want to cozy up to Live Nation.<\/p>\n
It’s kind of like Vegas.\u00c2\u00a0 You know, those parties with "bottle service".\u00c2\u00a0 Which is a euphemism for very expensive alcohol included.<\/p>\n
So we march into Pacha on Monday night, feeling like kings, sit down in our couches and are immediately served a tray of water, juice and Grey Goose vodka on ice.\u00c2\u00a0 Price?\u00c2\u00a0 400 Euros.\u00c2\u00a0 That’s $500.\u00c2\u00a0 More, actually.\u00c2\u00a0 Order another bottle of vodka, which does come in a lit bowl, and you’re in for another 300 Euros.\u00c2\u00a0 Who can do this every night?<\/p>\n
Russians.\u00c2\u00a0 The truly rich.\u00c2\u00a0 Which there’s no shortage of.<\/p>\n
Or you can get down into the pit with the hoi polloi, at somewhere between 50 and 80 Euros.\u00c2\u00a0 Drinks on top of that.<\/p>\n
So you’d better be having a very good time.<\/p>\n
There was the classic list confusion at the entrance of Privilege, which seemed like nothing so much as a run-down amusement park.\u00c2\u00a0 But a bit of finessing and we all got in.\u00c2\u00a0 To the V.I.P. area, where we were confronted with that potential astronomical bill.<\/p>\n
The deejays were spinning.\u00c2\u00a0 Girls on platforms were dancing.\u00c2\u00a0 The crowd was strangely quiet, none of the pogoing of Pacha, there were far more boys than girls.<\/p>\n
I would have stayed, but the assembled multitude just wasn’t up for the cost, never mind the ear-splitting horn right above our designated seats.<\/p>\n
The venues of yore started out as something else.\u00c2\u00a0 Usually rundown, they were resuscitated for this lucrative new use.\u00c2\u00a0 Privilege had that feel. That this was a giant cavern utilized for profit.<\/p>\n
We escaped via a back road that was narrower and bumpier than any in upstate New York and deposited our buddy across the street at Amnesia, for gay night.\u00c2\u00a0 He hasn’t woken up yet, I’m awaiting a full report.<\/p>\n
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