I've yet to have a bleh night at Six. Says something, don't you think?

I arrived at 1am and there was a line out the door. I'm OK with short lines; I like the anticipation. Long enough so that I have time to check my voicemails, rummage around for some ID and find a stick of gum, but short enough so that panic doesn't set in when I look at the people before and after me and think, Lordy! I'm stuck talking to you for the next hour.

This line was all about anticipation.

Immediate bonuses about going to Six: you never have to wait long for a drink and the drinks are so very generous. Rule when going to Six: tip well.

I headed straight for the basement. The space at Six makes me very happy: the basement is cavernous with more corners than your average square. My glasses steamed up immediately. Even the floor was sweating, providing the awesome talc powder effect (Best Way to Spend a Sunday Afternoon in SF: buy a bottle of talc powder and dance at the End-Up--when it's open--while David Harness spins). The dancing fools glistened. And there were a lot of them, the entire basement was bouncing to the DJs (Rktech, Jeremiah, Psynthetic, and Ashkan).

The crowd was your typical Six crowd, low attitude, super friendly, there for a reason--to enjoy the music. I like going to Six alone, the sleaze factor is non-existent and I'm left to my druthers.

Upstairs the chatty Cathys were socializing, lounging around on the ample sofas. I know the Aranji evening was supposed to be about artists of various medias coming together, collaborating and all that. To tell you the truth, I missed what that was about. No doubt, though, that's because 1). I was too late, 2). I'm just clueless. After midnight, my art radar goes ka-thunk and I no longer have any interest.

Despite the influx of companies moving into the Six/Market hood, I'm quite certain Six will never get Il Pirata'd. Thank goodness. May Audio Alley stick to Audio Alley.

5/7/00