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222 Hyde Farewell Party
Saturday, March 10, 2013
222 Hyde
222 Hyde was the first venue where I threw a party. It was Cinco De Mayo, 2005, and I was a young soul DJ trying to my best to start something of my own that could compete with the established institutions of 1964 and Oldies Nite. The little club on the corner of Turk and Hyde was a very different animal in those days. There was no amazing soundsystem, the bar could only serve beer, and it was known more for the crust of its pizzas than the quality of its parties. Its first owners did their best given the circumstances, but the club was plagued by a neighbor who'd call the police if the music ever reached louder than a whisper. It was a frustrating time, and on our last night there, I remember being so upset that I hoisted myself up onto the bar and, much to the horror of the watching bartender, reached over to the hidden amplifier to give our last hours just a little bit more juice. Needless to say, that night ended badly. I like to think I've matured since then, but its comforting to know that Saturday night, on its own last stand, the club did much the same thing.
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