The Drunken Canal is Dying, But Rash Lives!
The winds of change are blowing once again in NYC
pictured: the winds of change, blowing
Hi Gorls,
It’s Mo AKA DJ Gay Panic and this(!) is The Deviant Dispatch. I keep a faggoty ear to the ground, delivering you the latest news from my corner of the NYC underground: sloppy/artful drag shows, it-girl gossip, buzz bands, cultural speculation, and ravey dance parties. There will be typos. There’s also shit behind the paywall for the real insiders.
Yes it’s been a month since my last newsletter. The Deviant Dispatch is in it’s Sky Ferreira / Meg Superstar Princess era: arty and erratic! While I do highly edited and very regular newsletters for my full time job, this project is going to become a little more gooey fluid. This does mean I’ll be abandoning the weekly event predictions1. I simply can’t predict when I’ll be back, but isn’t suspense fun? 😈🤡👻
This time, I came back from my soon-to-be-repeated hiatus to issue a special report. The cultural winds of change are blowing through the NYC underground once again! Yes they never stop, but lots is really happening these days. I simply had to type about it! Let’s get into it shall we.
The Drunken Canal Shuts Down
The fellow pandemic project2 The Drunken Canal has called it quits. The free newspaper was behind much of the discourse behind Dimes Square, putting the thoughts and institutions of it’s young bohemian-acting transplant residents into print for all to read. Led by editors in chief Gutes and Claire, The paper's perspective borrowed lackadaisical shit stirring elements from the podcat Red Scare and mirrored early Vice, but without the outright offensiveness of either. The paper was novel enough to land a write up in The Cut, and then a maelstrom of coverage followed from everyone from the New York Times to this very newsletter.
In their final call for submissions (they promised they’d publish everything sent before the due date), Claire writes: “We no longer live without a world, we have no need to print one into existence as we did during the pandemic. The world is back and buzzing and we are aching to spend some time in it.”
I personally can relate, and that’s why I’ve been dispatching less regularly and will continue to upload erratically. As for the Drunken Canal, we can linger the Dimes Square newspaper box one last time for a final issue coming soon…
Rash Returns
The tiny techno club Rash has announced their return. Like their millennial counterpart Bossa Nova Civic Club, Rash closed due to a fire. They stayed active by curating a series of DJs to play at Times Square with mixed results (the tourists didn’t know what to do with techno). Now, the fave venue of hyperpop producere Umru and clubbers under 25 is back for a NYE party. Still no details about who is playing, but go give them a follow if you give a shit.
Angelica Sundae Leaves New York
This one is personal: my longtime pal and local drag fixture Angelica Sundae is leaving NYC. The self-described dead Vegas showghoul was one of the first people I met in Brooklyn, and took me to legendary party Bath Salts. In the years since then she’s co-hosted performance blocks at Bushwig and generally been iconic force of glamour and gore. Now she’s leaving for Colorado, but before she goes she’s having a giant going away party at Cmon everybody with a stacked lineup of her friends. It’s tomorrow at C’mon Everybody from 8-10:30. See you there!
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