1976 Magazine passes 10,000 visits!

... despite no updates since August 2004. Don't worry we are back in effect. I was recently in New York City.

Here's a description fra Village Voice of the Interpol concert that I was blessed to experience, along with a visit to Dark Room with some local hipster-friends:

"We went uptown to watch INTERPOL blow the doors off Radio City Music Hall. Any illusions that I was going to have a nice adult evening at a proper venue where I could sit my old ass down were quickly destroyed. The band was so loud I could feel the drums on my face 100 rows back and everyone was standing. A frat boy type stood in front of me wearing a JOY DIVISION T-shirt. He kept pumping his fist in the air and screaming, "Fuck yeah!" I thought maybe he'd had an identity crisis and got lost on the way to a LIMP BIZKIT concert. The best part was when a giant 50-foot shadow of CARLOS D. appeared on the wall. Later that night at the Dark Room (where else?), the bass player said it was like being in a cocoon onstage, because the lights were so bright and their own monitors were so loud that they couldn't see or hear the crowd."

Dark Room—"With its sexy dark-red walls, leather banquettes, and crowd of attractive, expensively disheveled locals—bridges the gap between the dingy, PBR-serving dive bars and the swank, velvet-rope-guarded clubs that make up the neighborhood's scene.
Housed in the narrow, subterranean confines formerly known as Ludlow Bar, Dark Room has all of the class of a lounge with none of the attitude. Since opening in August, Dark Room has been the site of many an after-party for Bowery Ballroom headliners (the Libertines, Auf der Maur, and the Killers all partied here post-show), but after a few cheap drinks in the dimly lit bar, everyone's a rock star."

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