Shanghai Nighlife

Partilho as palavras do sabio "da Admiral" como foram escritas na newsletter desta semana...


"Hey Shanghai,

This week's newsletter goes out to my DVD lady, who not even one day after being told to shut shop by the filth, opened right up again and ripped me off on a shite copy of Hellboy II.

That's the kind of tenacity that's going to make this the century of China.

And while we're at it then, this newsletter goes out to all business persons - small business owners, musicians, concert promoters, bootleggers, DJs, whomever - that will be adversely affected by the Olympic and Olympics-related crap. Tongren Lu, I'm looking in your direction.

Stay the course friends, it can't go on forever.

I must say I originally found the prospect of all my ass-dragging, no-job having, F-visa, DJ friends being forced to leave China quite amusing. Well, dear reader, I formerly eat my words - Shanghai is boring without the wasters. Parties are going unattended, nobody is formulating any fantastically awful get-rich-quick schemes, there's scarcely an esoteric DJ genre weekday event to go to, and if I have to go to one more "going-away teppanyaki" party, I'm going to take a flame thrower to this place.

Where's the logic in kicking all those good people out but letting Linkin Park back IN for an October concert! It just doesn't make any sense to me. Even Chinese dudes are like, "Linkin Park? What? Still?"

So what's going on this weekend? Nothing, man. Nothing. Friday night you're staying in and getting drunk and playing Guitar Hero with your two remaining friends or you're looking for jobs in Vietnam on Monster.com. Or I guess you could go to Bonbon to see Vicarious Bliss, Muse to smell some music, or the next LAN party.

Saturday night you're looking for your old school transcripts and seeing if you can get back into university. Maybe do an MBA or a Master's or some shit. Then you're calling your parents to see if they will loan you money for tuition, a plane ticket out of Shanghai, and their basement for the next couple years.

Then you're popping open a bottle of wine, sitting on your balcony, and devising a way to bring tech-house to North Korea. Or I guess you could go to the S.T.D. party at Windows Underground (live music roundup here), Le Party at Anar, The Shelter, or Sky bar's opening thing.

Anyways, whatever you get up to, you have yourself a good one, Shangers.



Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up,

Da Admiral"

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