big clubs involve:
a-crowd barriers and velvet ropes outside.
b-decidedly unfriendly door people and security people.
c-loud, eclectic, and oftentimes annoying music mixes(50 cent into gnr, etc).
d-men and women looking for love/sex in all the wrong places(literally and figuratively).
you’ll notice that i’m being whiney.
aka-i’m complaining.
what is appealing about:
a-waiting in line(i almost always wait in line, as doing the ‘walk to the front of the line and inform them of my celebrity status to facilitate entry’ makes me uncomfortable. so i wear a hat and wait in line),
b-being treated like garbage by door-people/security,
c-paying $15 for a drink,
d-listening to predictable and predictably loud music,
e-watching bankers try to hit on fashion publicists?
i mean, really?
as i was leaving aforementioned loud/annoying club and watching:
a-bankers hitting on fashion publicists
b-underage girls throwing up while their friends hold/held their hair
c-everyone texting/emailing looking to get laid before the night was over
d-white people dancing poorly to hip hop from 1986
i wondered to myself:
‘are we really all so desperate to perpetuate our genetic lineage that we’re willing to subject ourselves to these sort of institutional and expensive degradations?’
oh, and don’t get me wrong, despite the awfulness i managed to have fun.
i had some nice convesations.
i sang along to ‘sweet home alabama’ mixed into slick rick.
but the whole thing just felt sad and desperate, like a petri dish for drunk bankers.
i guess it’s all based on the lure of the predictably unexpected.
in ‘microcosmos’, a book by dorion sagan, a theory is posited that all life serves purely to perpetuate single celled organisms and our shared dna.
it’s kind of a hard theory to refute, when examined empirically and objectively.
we are multi-celled and incredibly complicated organisms, but we’re relatively short-lived, and single celled organisms have been around for 4 1/2 billion years.
it might be an overly reductionist theory, but it does make a lot of sense.
and it does explain why seemingly educated and self-interested human beings would dedicate so much time, money, dignity, and brain mass to the pursuit of another persons 23 chromosomes(what is bought/sold when a mate is either deemed worthy or lucky).
are we just corporeal vessels for single celled organisms?
is consciousness a convenient chimera for perpetuating biological life?
are nightclubs usually depressing petri dishes, filled with the celebratory stink of ambitious desperation?
ok, i can’t answer questions 1 & 2, but question 3 is rhetorical and kind of answers itself.
oh, and to argue the other side, nightclubs can also be dark, transcendent places where bourgeoisie conventions are left at the door and atavistic impulses, both benign and malignant, are given free reign.
so i’m not judging.
but a bunch of bankers buying $15 drinks for fashion publicists is enough to make anybody kind of bummed out, right?
but i guess that even bankers and fashion publicists need love, too.
so who am i to complain?
-moby