Our Manifesto
At 10 PM, down the stairs and through the doors of a compact New York venue, lies a feeling…wait no, that sounds stupid and pretentious…simply, lies “the party,” “la fête,” “die partei.”
We named ours Get a Room, after spending too many unremembered nights at Le Bain, a discothèque above The Standard Hotel, whose origins are, to be blunt, rooted in sex and dancing. Inspired by London’s Trash Party Monday’s? A callback to L.A.’s Dim Mak Tuesdays? Aspirational to New York’s MisShape Saturdays? Yes to all, an ode to what once was while– displaying new sounds from those emerging in the underground. Some may question the originality, call it a “wannabe” of the bloghouse days, say it lacks tangible creative effort, and to that our response is: maybe…damn right even. And we say that with no remorse, because this is not couture, this is not fine art, it’s a Party. And in the scope of partying, there has always been one goal, to have Fun. Get a Room brings together beautiful people dressed clad in unique fashions, at basement venues where cheap beer and house vodka fuel an animated dancefloor. Rock n roll, French Touch, Disco, and early 2000’s Electro-Clash pulse through the bodies of everyone there, from the Bushwick art-school grad with four “creative side hustles”, to the East Village finance bros with zero self-awareness claiming they live in the “cool part of town.” The spotlight shines evenly on everyone, and the music sets a tone we all yearn for but can’t find. If wearing dark leather jackets while playing indie-dance music for cool kids is considered unoriginal, then we could not be more proud to plagiarize.
After surveying the scene of today, there is a massive imbalance, and with that– a major opportunity in simply having fun. Going out now, you either have to spend $40 for cover to see a great DJ in deep Brooklyn, spend copious amounts of money on cocktails at a bar where nobody is dancing, or you’re at a half empty loft space in the Lower East Side where whoever is controlling the music just wants to prove their niche music taste to you (and themself). To find a good dance floor with authentic people, at a reasonable cost, is rare, and we hope to shift that. You come to hear handpicked songs, stemming from the dancehall obsessions of random college kids, and new music from nerds who just learned how to arpeggiate a modular synthesizer over a Roland drum machine. You come here to dress like a crossover between haute-couture and Spirit Halloween. You come here having pre-gamed too hard and with shooters in your socks. This is Get a Room, and we cordially invite you to a night of debauchery, please feel the need to come.
