For Those Of You Who Remember Studio 54, I Would Love To Hear Your Stories

Wow. Really? Believe me, it's only because you were never there. Had you gone, you wouldn't feel that way.

I went there on a regular basis, and I'd be happy to tell you what I remember.

During that period of time, my life consisted of hanging out with my guy friends, taking drugs, and going out dancing to the clubs. I'll get to Studio in a minute, but the other ones were the Palladium, Area, the Mudd Club, Flamingo, the Saint, the Cock Ring, and the Monster.

I was lucky enough to have friends who never had to wait outside on line to get in, so we always went right in.

Studio was simply fabulous-the usual disco decor-disco ball, strobe lights, blasting music, guys all over the place doing fan dances. And there were always those who wore outrageous costumes. Boas galore,glitter all over the place. I think I used to put glitter on my face, but I always wore comfortable but cool outfits because all I inteded to do was dance. At one point in time, someone would bring out the poppers and we went wild. It was interesting, sometimes the guys would kind of hang out during a song, barely dancing, but listening. Then, at the point in the song which was the most fabulous, they'd do poppers, scream, and run onto the ance floor and knock it out! We would make the rounds of the place first, to check out who was there. Most of the time, the celebs were in the back VIP rooms doing drugs, so we didn't see all of them. But Andy Warhol was usually there with some cronies. In fact, he was everywhere.

I personally was there to dance my ass off, so that's all I remember. Never stopping. The drugs helped. Above the dance floor, there was a catwalk where that night's guest star would perform from.

the most fabulous time was when Sylvester was the star. I loved him! He came out on the catwalk in all his splendiferous hugeness and the place went wild. That same night, after his set was over, we were standing around in the bar, dishing the crowd to death, when I suddenly saw something breeze by in a rush. It was Sylvester, in a full length blackglama mink! He is the ONLY man who could pull that off.

I guess we stayed there til around 5 usually. When I finally would fall into bed, I felt great! It helped that I knew I had lost around five lbs. dancing.

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Justagirl, I'm so happy I was around here in the seventies and eighties. those were the best times of my life.

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Um, Jane...?

You forgot to say what happened in the balcony.

Or were you so busy "dancing" that you never made it up there?

Hmmm...?

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I thought that there would be cow tipping and snipe hunting in the balcony, that is what we did in rural Kansas in the 70's.

brd, don't laugh, you're not so far from the truth.

At the Flamingo, another gay disco which used to be located in a bank building on the corner of Houston and Broadway, they'd have theme parties.

Every year, there would be a white party, black party, and so on. I forgot which party it was, but they had a huge live hog in a glass enclosed cage. I have no idea why, but the rumor was that the people gave it so many drugs once that it died.

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PJ, the balcony of Studio was the midtown meat rack!

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Excellent recap, Tiny-you really captured the mood.....

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Wow, we were probably in the same room at the Monster so many times and didn't know it! Those were the days.

remember Sasha the doorman?

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Oh yeah, I totally forgot about "Slimelight." Hey, I lived up the block from it back then!

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