damn death disco and dirty pretty things!

Since I'm on vacation this week...we bar-hopped after the Monkeys gig last night and ended up at Death Disco at the Annex. DJ legend BP Fallon was spinning great soul classics...I highly recommend his Wednesday nights. I woke up this morning to check his website...and this is what I read about last night:

Carl Barat hopped off the plane from London at JFK, popped into The Roseland Ballroom to dig Arctic Monkeys and then high-tailed it to Death Disco New York to DJ up a storm. Boppin' Barat opened with The Fabs and Paul's shout of "One, two, three, fuh!" into I Saw Her Standing There before slapping on Brown Sugar by The Stones and Carl leaping about behind the decks as is everyone else on the dancefloor and from then on in it's something of a kaliediscopic blur, adventures in the ozone laced with rock'n'roll and bright young things and another bright young Thing doing the boogaloo and the shimmy shimmy shake and the let's-twitch-awhile... or something.

DAMN! We must have shown up right as they left! Mr. Hallam had sent me a txt saying he had seen DPT the night before in Sheffield. How could I have missed seeing Carl DJ in a space the size of my living room! I am crying...