[Dynagroove] dress code Ecco

[neilg at streetlightrecordings.com]

sucks that there using the name Melodic, a historic part of house history
in LA to promote such a wack pretentious night.. 
i really wish some of these promoters would do some research on what we,
the househeads really want, which is basically just a dancefloor and a
good sound sysytem and for all of our friends to be able to enjoy it with
us.  Neil G (Easy Street, Motion, Funky Formula, Union, Hawt,
Streetlight, LA) Streetlight Recordings Owner/AnR/Artistwww.streetlightrecordings.com
www.myspace.com/stree tlightrecordingswww.myspace.com/makeyawigglewww.myspace.com/easystreetm
usic

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  Subject: Re: [Dynagroove] dress code Ecco
  From: "HS HD" <hshd510 at gmail.com>
  Date: Fri, November 07, 2008 11:56 am
  To: amyr at dynagroove.com
  Cc: dynagroove at dynagroove.com

  Amy, let me tell you something about Ecco and the dress code; your
  friend
  didn't get in because he was sporting Pumas instead of John Lobbs -
  not the
  case at all. On Migs night I too visited Ecco Hollywood - The new
  "green"
  eco-friendly nightclub that took over our once frequented and
  laid-back
  Tokio venue on Cahuenga. It was a very last minute decision to go and
  I
  didn't buy presales nor did I hit up anyone for any guestlist which
  equaled
  two major mistakes on my part right away.

  Short story long... I came early and was about 6th in line at
  9:30PM...I
  didn't get in until 11:15PM. I'm generally an incredibly patient
  person to
  begin with so I decided to wait it out to see what kind of experience
  it
  would be and to watch the activities unfold.

  So... at 9:30PM who was being let in? Not the block-long line of
  house heads
  that came to see Miguel Migs...nope! I proceeded to watch the
  bouncers let
  in only the hottest girls for a good hour and a half - 60% of them
  actually
  did have guest list the other 40% were invited by the bouncers
  without them
  even asking or else they batted their eyelashes a few times and the
  dickforbrain beefheads let them right through. Also while I was
  standing
  there the bar staff and the bouncers kept soliciting the regular
  people who
  were already in line to buy bottle service and I listened to the
  staff
  sucker in a couple parties that had to pay upwards of $450 per bottle
  of
  grey goose with a 3 person maximum and they were a large party so
  double
  that + gratuity + service fee = ouch < or = retarded; I also listened
  to the
  staff try to win back interested table buyers by lowering their
  prices
  because they admittedly (to themselves) knew they were price gouging
  and
  bragging to themselves what a great deal they were making off of
  these (for
  lack of a better word) "suckers."

  Seeing all this go down was about the only reason why I didn't bail
  30
  minutes into the wait - it was pretty unbelievable and as a curious
  cat who
  loves my Migs just decided to wait it out to see what kind of
  operation was
  going on.

  So while all the door people are watching the silicone field trip
  flow in
  one by one I noticed the bouncers seemed to have their own personal
  guest
  list too which included the 10% of the guys that were actually able
  to cut
  in line - all of which were dressed Hollywood casual aka just look
  nice and
  presentable - no 70's style jersey shorts on the guys, no hats even
  though
  the bouncers were allowed to sport them. So the dress code really
  wasn't the
  big deal. The real question was who ELSE had the privilege of having
  to
  wait in line?

  Is that Josh Heath - LABEL MATES with MIGUEL MIGS who told the
  bouncers he
  was on Mig's personal list and STILL had to wait about 30-40 minutes.
  If
  that's not bad enough let's have LISA SHAW who is PERFORMING with
  Migs also
  wait for about 20 minutes as she was being passed from bouncer to
  bouncer
  each claiming someone else was taking care of the list. REALLY? oh,
  you're
  Lisa Shaw? Can you get somebody to confirm this is Lisa Shaw?
  Anybody? No?
  Wait here we'll get the other guy - he should know. The staff
  literally
  didn't know their ASS from a HOLE in the ground letting Hollywood
  hookers in
  left and right into their party but you don't know a face like Josh
  and
  Lisa? WOW - that's house priorities?

  So after this short wait; the bouncer finally came around and let a
  couple
  of us in. Big fucking deal right about now. I walked in and the place
  is
  Saturday night fever mixed with minimalistic boring almost heartless
  decor.
  The dance floor is about 187.5% too light as they have constant
  flickering
  super-bright LEDs hanging over your head on low ceilings. Everyone I
  talked
  to there hated how bright it was but not as much as they hated how
  UTTERLY
  HOT it was. If hell had a summer season that season would be called
  Ecco.
  No ventilation, no movement of air...two AC vents that literally only
  affected the 1 square foot of space it blew out to in the very back
  of the
  club. I danced for about 10 minutes and was ready to collapse. Sound
  was
  pretty good - I wasn't super impressed but for the size of the venue
  it's
  what to except. Drink prices were the same about $9 for a kettle
  tonic that
  was really A LOT more tonic than kettle but to be completely fair to
  both
  sides the bartenders DID have their tips worth spent on their jiggly
  silicone enhancements - horray once again for $500 dollar bottles of
  vodka!
  suckers!

  Nothing really stands out at the club as its focus is really on the
  gaudy
  discotec of a dance floor - its multicolored lights against the
  background
  of everything that is the club; a lifeless void of black and gray.
  The
  center floor becomes the main spectacle, leaving you with no special
  nooks
  and crannies where you can hide away and just be relaxed or get lost
  in a
  moment; instead the bright LEDs put everyone on display in all their
  sweaty,
  overly makeup-ed glory. It was like being trapped in the middle of an
  old
  color TV set where you are caught between the boob and the tube....if
  that
  makes sense, no? well neither did that night.

  So please don't get discouraged about what you are wearing when you
  approach
  the doors at Ecco because I don't think it really matters. It doesn't
  matter if you are a house head who supported the scene for years with
  a
  passion to see the music progress in new ways; for the music to reach
  new
  people...nope. None of this matters. You either need to spend $450 on
  a $30
  bottle or spend 10x's that on your wiggly-jiggly enchancements - this
  is the
  key to experiencing what house is really about; this is the key to
  the
  movement, this is what it has become. House is not a feeling, it's
  not a
  spiritual thing, it's not a soul thing. House comes down to a list
  and if
  you aren't on it - well...your loss...or.... is it?
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