Down the Rabbit Hole

For weeks the club scene was abuzz, clubbers informing each other: Jeff Mills at Sullivan Room, June 6th...

Anticipation was excruciating and time seemed to slow down as we got closer to Saturday.

Heart pounding, walking really fast, almost running through Washington Square Park I have arrived at the door of Sullivan Room at 11:00 pm on the dot, weak in the knees from adrenaline; anxious to run down the stairs and vanish into the rabbit hole. I say hi to the door man and catch my breath. I make it in and as I slowly walk down the staircase step after step the sounds are getting clearer and clearer, calmness washes over, heartbeat is normal, knees feeling better, ready to dance. As my eyes adjust to the lights and the sounds take control of my brain, last thought on my mind is: Aaaaaaah I am home...

Welcome to Sully!

2 more hours till the Wizard of techno arrives, but the crowd is gathering already and Sleepy & Boo are warming us up. The sound is crisp and full, seems that the system has been tuned yet again. Mirror like, reflective silver material is covering the whole club making it feel like a warehouse underground techno rave of early 90's or a vintage sci-fi movie set. Can't decide.

Sleepy & Boo are serving perfect progressive tech house with driving beats that really make you move. Best set I have heard them play so far and the crowd was thrilled, dancing non stop. Groovy girls with stylish imagination, tourists from Europe hardly beleiving their luck in finding a true underground club, New Yorkers and visitors...

I strike a conversation with a guy from Germany. He informs me that Jeff Mills parties in Germany cost $50 to get in. He shouts in my ear: I love NY!

I smile and think: So do I...and we only pay $20

Finally Jeff Mills arrives and starts with moody haunting instrumental piece of cosmic techno. The crowd is transfixed as if they have seen a UFO, till someone screams:

Dance Mother F%#&*s! And Sully erupts...

Mills moves into his signature twisted beats, where he stays 3 hours straight. The crowd is glued to the dance floor, no one is leaving. Mr. Mills is very much out of this world, from the gaze in his eyes to the long alien like fingers; there is a calmness about him that is very fluid.

His set was moody and gripping yet uplifting and transporting.

Magician? Sure... Alien? Maybe...

In any case this was one of the parties after which you say to all friends who missed it: You had to be there!

Team Sullivan continues surprising us with tantalizing treats. Next stop down the rabbit hole is Satoshi Tomiie this Saturday...get ready to fly and don't forget your dance shoes ;)