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December 15, 2003 #
 From L to R: Dens, Me, Lockhart. I stand between two arch-rivals trying to broker a peace deal to ensure a cease-fire among fighting and whoring Lower East Side factions. Lockhart was heard muttering under his breath: "He says this with no hint of irony..." (Photo and Spinach Dip courtesy of Heather Dougherty) Could there be three more bellicose guys than this grossly-drunk bunch? Let's hope not. What they lack in gentle looks they more than make up for in wit, charm, and the ability to fit inside a refrigerator. (More on that one later this week.) Yep, that's the recently crowned Delancey Daily's Triad of Hip-Pop/Mod/Flower-Power Punks of the Lower East Side. (DD is a print-only publication; pick up their leaflets dropped off at your nearest OTB parlor.) They were among a throng of culturally re-gifted young talent gathered for the re-launch party of this website with the promise that the New York Pub/Lit/Media scene was going to be re-invented with bottle rockets, pellet guns, and ladyfingers. Attendance peaked at roughly 20 people and 2 dogs around midnight but only after desperate "cellphone-tree" strategy was implemented. Guests remarked the chick pea/olive paste on crackers was "the worst thing I have ever tasted," three dozen deviled eggs sparked protests by anyone with functioning olfactory senses in a 3 block radius, mass evacuation of one room occurred when it was determined "Iron & Wine is not party music," and sadly the saving grace arrived at 4am in the form of "The Last American Virgin" on cable. George Plimpton was surely spinning in his steamy rotisserie grave. Krucoff.com's "The Other Page" powered by Removable Hype. The information contained in this web site is subject to change without objection. Copyright © 2003 La Otra Página, Inc. All nights observed. |
