Glass Garage:The AfterParty.

Jan 14th, 2004

by Marc Warring

Part Two - the after party: (back to part one)

Fig 1

It's merely ten PM and the Glass Garage is flickering the lights, it's time to go, but it's an early, early Saturday night and there's an after party brewing. This has been Luis' first Los Angeles showing since he relocated from Seattle two years ago.

It's an open invitation and we race down town in a massive convoy of vehicles. Like a SWAT team moving in, we circle the joint and pile out of the vehicles to surround the place. A select few, Luis Myself artist N8Zilla and friend make for the front door and up the tiny 50's style elevator. With the apartment open we buzz down to let the thirty other partygoer's in. This place is really jumping. The walls are lined with art and it's like a whole other showing.

A computer runs DJ and iTunes cranks out song after song and a dance floor is created in the artists work space. The smokers lead an exploration to the roof top and before us the city of Los Angeles is laid out as some gigantic back drop painted by an expert hand. Neon in the darkness and a slight cold breeze in the air is a subtle change from the Atypical whether we've been getting of late in the City of Angels. A girl in a brilliant purple mohawk wanders the rooftop darkness among many of the aforementioned artists and patrons. Loft residents and what appear to be either high class business men or just well dressed coke addicts join ranks with the party and it's a mish mash of culture and style.

Nearing 4am the waves of guests are still ebbing and flowing and as people leave new people show up, and Samuel Proof along side two beautiful side kicks is being pushed into the kitchen to take the chef's hat. The girls make a wonderful appetizer of cucumber and a dill-creamcheese topping that is wonderful. Sam himself is boiling water and putting sauce into a pan and something secret is defrosting in the microwave.

Our own David Wilson is entertaining guests and a running theme in the party are people from back on the east coast coming out to the west who happen to be leaving for the east once again in the next 30 some hours. Very odd in deed. And Sam's putting the finishing touches on the sauces, while the pasta drains. The girl's appetizer's long since gone.

As it happens Sam has marinated steak in whisky and most of the guest find that sticking bread into the pot itself is far better than topping the pasta at all. It's magical, almost a stew of tomato, onion, garlic, oregano and marinated shredded steak the likes this reporter has never quite tasted before. By 5 am the party is still going strong, in fact people are still showing up, but for me the night is over and I drive home in the darkness of LA back to the serene suburban lands of Hollywood. If only all opening's were like this, everyone would be an artist.

(back to part one)