Famous Players Are Not into Cousin Fuckery
Sat Nov 12
This huge loft space, where a passel of artists live and work, has become, for tonight, the best nightclub nobody's ever heard of. In the main room, there are over a hundred people, all skinny and beautiful, dancing to weirdly wonderful scratching and turntabling. We're here to commemorate the release of Famous Records' first album, Scratchmaster Joe & freakdat! Are Famous Players, and to celebrate, Mr. Joe and Mr. 'dat! are re-creating the entire 78-minute, 44-track album, live. The music from the record, which sounds like a perfect 24-hour Brooklyn club crawl crammed into a single shiny disc, leaves everyone manically dancing and helplessly smiling.
Like any great night out dancing, there are characters. Some women inform us of the man who tried to hook up with them using the worst pickup line ever: "You look just like my cousin!" Over by the bar, we meet a man who's been a beloved Pioneer Square fixture and Real Change vendor for years. The hosts told him about the party and urged him to come. He strokes his long white beard and tells us about his night: "I was dancing with this girl and, hell, this stuff is easy to dance to. I told her I hadn't danced in 10 years. She didn't believe me," he laughed. He gestures out at the sea of lithe bodies rubbing into each other to the freaky, hot dance mix. "Do you know why I hang out on street corners? You meet all kinds of people."
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