You can just fly away
When you’re feeling down
When you need to get away
You can just fly away
When you’re feeling low
When you feel you need to get away
You can just fly away
You feel the world has gone insane
If you feel the same
You can just fly away
You can just fly away
Jean Claude Ades - Fly Away
Possibly, one of the most beautiful dirty house songs, definitely the best on the new Ministry Of Sound album…
So Sydney was a whirlwind which caught me up in the air for over a week, and just now, has delivered me back to reality and pure existence. A tumultuous time it was, but in hindsight an amazing time. I know there were too many poor consequences, but a good time nonetheless. Without getting too “Remembering your spirit with Oprah Winfrey”, I learned so many lessons in Sydney, including really looking after myself, and knowing those who love me. I also learnt to let go and have fun, to get over sitting in the corner for the sake of it, and just being me.
Jessica’s 21st Birthday Party was stunning, as was the birthday girl. Seeing her friends and realizing what a great bunch of people surrounded her and how far she would go was truly remarkable. Chad and I were obviously the ‘token gays’ but we didn’t mind (we looked hot). The hilarious banter between us and Jessica’s best girlfriends had us sometimes on the floor in stitches...
“Yo ass is fat, mmkay, you ain’t black, girl, nigga please!”
“What is up wit yo hair muthafucka?”
It was good. You had to be there. The highlight for Chad and I was definitely when one of Jessica’s girlfriends requested Geri Halliwell’s “It’s Raining Men” – because apparently Chad and I (the only two really dancing the entire night…) weren’t dancing enough. At first we protested.
“I ain’t gonna dance to that gay song”
“This is the gayest song…. I have ever heard… in my entire life…”
Uncontrollably, by the time the first chorus came around, we went nuts. Screw that, if they want ‘the gays’ to dance, we’ll dance. We ended up dancing all over Scott, Jessica’s boyfriend. Speaking of which, it turned out Scott was jealous…of me. Ludicrous right? Umm, does he know I’m gay?
“He thinks, like, if, like, one day you turn, like, you’ll totally steal her away from, like, him.”
So “The O.C” it wasn’t funny. So I ended up throwing in a bit in my speech about how great it was to see her as happy as she has been with Scott. Tear. I still meant it though, don’t worry. I’m still not sure whether he gets annoyed when Jessica spends time with me, but please, he gets her all the time, I’m only ever there a few times a year.
I was really happy with my speech, and being as late in the proceedings as it was, and after having as much wine as I had, it came rather easy to me. I had the perfect grace and delivery, managing to score a few laughs, a few ‘awww’s’ and a lot of smiles.
The gifts all seemed to come together very well also, the CD compilation “Jessica Banzon’s ‘Diamonds Are Forever’ 21st Birthday Compilation” contained our favorite songs from our time, with a few of the songs she used over her slide-show presentation thrown in for good measure. The chartreuse silk dress from Arthur Galan AG Womenswear was beautiful and the size (which I stressed over for at least a week) was perfect for her perfect body. The dress was wrapped in a white box, and the CD was wrapped the same, both tied with green ribbon (with metal wiring - which is really important for last minute adjustments - available from David Jones – thanks Judson).
At the party, I heard Jennifer Lopez’s new song, which is actually LL Cool J’s new song with Jennifer Lopez… It’s really hot! The introduction where she speaks,
“Il senore… L, L, Cool, J”
It’s so Latino-fresh-off-the-boat-Rosario-from-Will-&-Grace-J.Lo-from-the-bronx-hot. Moving on. So we left the beautiful sweeping view of Harbourside and the party venue of The Novotel, and headed back to where we were staying, The Radisson Plaza. The hotel was lovely, and we we’re doing the whole “Hotel Babylon” strut. Good times. Within 20 minutes we were changed and on our way to Oxford Street. I love Jessica dearly, but a whole night of straight action, pun intended, would be too much for me. We headed to a hot new swinging (not literal – oh, maybe) club called “Slide”. A mixture of the Love Machine in Melbourne and a good version of the Kitten Club, we found the new digs quite appealing. A good mashed group, laid back vibe (which is hard to find in Sydney), classy, with a light up dance floor. Heaven. Katie Underwood’s new track “Be Together” came on, and it was amazing. Chad and I were tearing up the dancefloor (not in the *NSync kind of way, more like Rihanna style). Mary J. Blige’s “Be Without You” appeared in the mix out of nowhere, and I wasn’t able to realize the remix until half way through, by which time I was distraught because I’d wasted half of the song dancing like a man out of Will Smith’s “Hitch”…. Before he met Hitch. Chris was right though, it’s a breathtaking version.
We moved onto the Shift (downstairs, tragic yes, but great, I know) where the main tunes were Rihanna’s “S.O.S.” and LL Cool J & J.Lo “Control Myself”. If you’re ever in desperate need to dance to top 40 pop, head to the shift. It’s the best, the music is always changing but strangely….never does. You can always rely on a trashy rendition of Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Since U Been Gone’ with all the fresh-of-the-boat Thai boys screaming lyrics they really don’t seem to actually know (“Since u been gone…ah ca breev for fist aim…” – say what?), or The Pussycat Dolls ‘Don’t Cha’ which is an unofficial/official license for a gay man to truly dance like a complete whore/temptress and get away with it. Good times.
Next stop was Arq, and while I’ve always been hesitant about Arq and the subculture it attracts, the fanaticism, the hysteria, the patronage, I always knew it was something I needed to experience, even if only to tell my grandchildren. Haha. Upon entering, it reminded me of The Market combined with the Exchange on Commercial Road, semi-full, dingy and wooden floorboards (I thought it was, but I can’t be certain). We headed upstairs, which is known for its more house-style music (which actually turned into trancy, head-fucking music at about 4am) where we boogied to Mary J. once again, and some other great, but nameless house tunes that are synonymous with gay clubbing, or trashy clubbing in general.
Everything else is a blur. Dancing and laser lighting. Talking. The Sydney-sider ability to sense any Filipino descendent within a thirty meter radius. Stair wells. More talking. Podium hierarchy (which Chad and I managed to climb quite well, even to the seeming disgust of a few Arq regulars). Taxi etiquette. Morning hotel staff. Will & Grace re-runs. Endless talking. Good times.
The start of the night. The end of the morning.
OnAirwithBlackPunk : Rihanna – S.O.S.
When you need to get away
You can just fly away
When you’re feeling low
When you feel you need to get away
You can just fly away
You feel the world has gone insane
If you feel the same
You can just fly away
You can just fly away
Jean Claude Ades - Fly Away
Possibly, one of the most beautiful dirty house songs, definitely the best on the new Ministry Of Sound album…
So Sydney was a whirlwind which caught me up in the air for over a week, and just now, has delivered me back to reality and pure existence. A tumultuous time it was, but in hindsight an amazing time. I know there were too many poor consequences, but a good time nonetheless. Without getting too “Remembering your spirit with Oprah Winfrey”, I learned so many lessons in Sydney, including really looking after myself, and knowing those who love me. I also learnt to let go and have fun, to get over sitting in the corner for the sake of it, and just being me.
Jessica’s 21st Birthday Party was stunning, as was the birthday girl. Seeing her friends and realizing what a great bunch of people surrounded her and how far she would go was truly remarkable. Chad and I were obviously the ‘token gays’ but we didn’t mind (we looked hot). The hilarious banter between us and Jessica’s best girlfriends had us sometimes on the floor in stitches...
“Yo ass is fat, mmkay, you ain’t black, girl, nigga please!”
“What is up wit yo hair muthafucka?”
It was good. You had to be there. The highlight for Chad and I was definitely when one of Jessica’s girlfriends requested Geri Halliwell’s “It’s Raining Men” – because apparently Chad and I (the only two really dancing the entire night…) weren’t dancing enough. At first we protested.
“I ain’t gonna dance to that gay song”
“This is the gayest song…. I have ever heard… in my entire life…”
Uncontrollably, by the time the first chorus came around, we went nuts. Screw that, if they want ‘the gays’ to dance, we’ll dance. We ended up dancing all over Scott, Jessica’s boyfriend. Speaking of which, it turned out Scott was jealous…of me. Ludicrous right? Umm, does he know I’m gay?
“He thinks, like, if, like, one day you turn, like, you’ll totally steal her away from, like, him.”
So “The O.C” it wasn’t funny. So I ended up throwing in a bit in my speech about how great it was to see her as happy as she has been with Scott. Tear. I still meant it though, don’t worry. I’m still not sure whether he gets annoyed when Jessica spends time with me, but please, he gets her all the time, I’m only ever there a few times a year.
I was really happy with my speech, and being as late in the proceedings as it was, and after having as much wine as I had, it came rather easy to me. I had the perfect grace and delivery, managing to score a few laughs, a few ‘awww’s’ and a lot of smiles.
The gifts all seemed to come together very well also, the CD compilation “Jessica Banzon’s ‘Diamonds Are Forever’ 21st Birthday Compilation” contained our favorite songs from our time, with a few of the songs she used over her slide-show presentation thrown in for good measure. The chartreuse silk dress from Arthur Galan AG Womenswear was beautiful and the size (which I stressed over for at least a week) was perfect for her perfect body. The dress was wrapped in a white box, and the CD was wrapped the same, both tied with green ribbon (with metal wiring - which is really important for last minute adjustments - available from David Jones – thanks Judson).
At the party, I heard Jennifer Lopez’s new song, which is actually LL Cool J’s new song with Jennifer Lopez… It’s really hot! The introduction where she speaks,
“Il senore… L, L, Cool, J”
It’s so Latino-fresh-off-the-boat-Rosario-from-Will-&-Grace-J.Lo-from-the-bronx-hot. Moving on. So we left the beautiful sweeping view of Harbourside and the party venue of The Novotel, and headed back to where we were staying, The Radisson Plaza. The hotel was lovely, and we we’re doing the whole “Hotel Babylon” strut. Good times. Within 20 minutes we were changed and on our way to Oxford Street. I love Jessica dearly, but a whole night of straight action, pun intended, would be too much for me. We headed to a hot new swinging (not literal – oh, maybe) club called “Slide”. A mixture of the Love Machine in Melbourne and a good version of the Kitten Club, we found the new digs quite appealing. A good mashed group, laid back vibe (which is hard to find in Sydney), classy, with a light up dance floor. Heaven. Katie Underwood’s new track “Be Together” came on, and it was amazing. Chad and I were tearing up the dancefloor (not in the *NSync kind of way, more like Rihanna style). Mary J. Blige’s “Be Without You” appeared in the mix out of nowhere, and I wasn’t able to realize the remix until half way through, by which time I was distraught because I’d wasted half of the song dancing like a man out of Will Smith’s “Hitch”…. Before he met Hitch. Chris was right though, it’s a breathtaking version.
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We moved onto the Shift (downstairs, tragic yes, but great, I know) where the main tunes were Rihanna’s “S.O.S.” and LL Cool J & J.Lo “Control Myself”. If you’re ever in desperate need to dance to top 40 pop, head to the shift. It’s the best, the music is always changing but strangely….never does. You can always rely on a trashy rendition of Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Since U Been Gone’ with all the fresh-of-the-boat Thai boys screaming lyrics they really don’t seem to actually know (“Since u been gone…ah ca breev for fist aim…” – say what?), or The Pussycat Dolls ‘Don’t Cha’ which is an unofficial/official license for a gay man to truly dance like a complete whore/temptress and get away with it. Good times.
Next stop was Arq, and while I’ve always been hesitant about Arq and the subculture it attracts, the fanaticism, the hysteria, the patronage, I always knew it was something I needed to experience, even if only to tell my grandchildren. Haha. Upon entering, it reminded me of The Market combined with the Exchange on Commercial Road, semi-full, dingy and wooden floorboards (I thought it was, but I can’t be certain). We headed upstairs, which is known for its more house-style music (which actually turned into trancy, head-fucking music at about 4am) where we boogied to Mary J. once again, and some other great, but nameless house tunes that are synonymous with gay clubbing, or trashy clubbing in general.
Everything else is a blur. Dancing and laser lighting. Talking. The Sydney-sider ability to sense any Filipino descendent within a thirty meter radius. Stair wells. More talking. Podium hierarchy (which Chad and I managed to climb quite well, even to the seeming disgust of a few Arq regulars). Taxi etiquette. Morning hotel staff. Will & Grace re-runs. Endless talking. Good times.
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The start of the night. The end of the morning.
OnAirwithBlackPunk : Rihanna – S.O.S.
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