so last week, twitter alerted me that january 20th was the last day for 285 kent. after screaming and pulling my hair (the weave and my real) out, these tweets happened.
one thing that all new yorkers must accept is rapid change. in the almost 8 years i’ve been here, i’ve learned to love, but never grow attached. i shocked myself when i started flipping out over 285 kent closing. every night there was the best of times and the best of times.
for anyone that’s never been, 285 kent is literally a big cement box on the waterfront of williamsburg. it’s right next door to glasslands which made for some good double feature nights. the talent ran the gamut of DJs to up and coming rappers to indie rock bands. whatever hip scene you were looking for, 285 kent supplied. it was one of the few places where you could still smoke inside. the “bar” meant plastic cups and bottles bought at the local state store. basically, 285 kent was heaven, if heaven was contained in a windowless cube filled with smoke.
my favorite night there had mike q, salva, and nguzunguzu on the bill. the entire room was jamming. the walls were dripping. each song raised the energy in the room another 10 notches. i closed my eyes and just let the bass take me away. we all did. the music and energy ringing in our ears had taken possession of our bodies.positive energies were bouncing off of one sweaty body onto another. we clapped in unison. we sang along to the songs playing. we cheered at every big music drop. it had been the most euphoric experience of my life. i’d never felt so connected to strangers. i was more free than i have ever felt before. my heart was open. i had danced myself beautiful.
so when people write articles reducing 285 kent to some dump full of hipster scum, i can’t help but to pity them. oh to live in new york and never experience complete and utter (sober) euphoria. i could go on and on about how the city is eroding brooklyn’s culture, but we keep things positive here at iSo14below. with that being said, 285 kent, i thank you for all of the epic nights you’ve given my friends, iTunes library and i over the years. you will forever have prime space in my memory’s museum. good luck to todd patrick and the rest of the 285 kent crew on the new frontiers of that DIY party space life.
*editor’s note: click here for another great eulogy to our bud. also, check this video from an epic 285 kent night. this was at like 2am in the middle of the week. i bodyrolled until near paralysis.