The Rub’s Best of New York Mix
By Raspberry Jones
Distance—or lack thereof. It helps narrate the eight million stories of New York’s organized chaos flow. What qualifies as an invasion of privacy elsewhere, is a New Yorker’s way of saying, “excuse me.” The roars of a crowded life: Learn to exist atop one another, yet figure out how to live on your own. Make sure to cherish personal space, thoughts, experiences—but don’t get precious about sharing them on every street-corner, rush-hour subway, or club dance-floor. To survive, keep the things you love close and protect them; though don’t forget to brandish them sharply when expressing your individuality. Especially, when expressing your individuality amongst your people.
Inevitably, your people will have an anthem, a rallying call. His and her people will too. Most New Yorkers do. “Their” song or “their” artist, one long ago taken stock of, and never the twain shall part. Getting your own isn’t hard—it’s a town built on music. There are as many personal anthems in this city as there are clubs, and as many clubs as posses, each at a conscious arm’s length from the next—different neighborhoods, different strokes, and so on. Separate but equal, they sometimes call it—which is, frankly, bullshit—but it does offer an educated musical consumer a limitless choice of which rally to call his/her own.
Though on occasion, they all rally together. Arm-lengths shorten, the separation falls away, yours and theirs becomes ours—and the city sings with one voice, dances on the same beat. This pretense of musical U-N-I-T-Y mostly lasts no longer than a New York minute, an oasis. Yet when it does come around, the city transforms into that mythical place you read of in books, the one you were moving to. This one song engulfs your every move. Your local DJ sets off the dance-floor with it. The midnight jeep boys blast it, keeping you awake. The Garden blares it during time-outs—and maybe some jock choreographs a dance to it. Now the bartenders, the baristas, even the bros. It grows tiring. The oasis dissolves. Though its memory remains, residue retained on the tip of your tongue and on your breath, stuck in your ear forever.
The New York Anthem is a category. Look it up! Impervious to distance—or lack thereof—folding time and space, triggering memory, defining careers. Ask Frank or Liza—or O.C. Each generation gets the one(s) it deserves. Not a sentimental journey, but utilitarian in its emotional and rhythmic output. Just like the city that it serves.
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We’re excited to announce that The Rub is branching out, with a new monthly party at Verboten! Starting August 14, we will be DJing the second Friday of every month at our first favorite club in Williamsburg, with tons of special guests.
OF COURSE we will continue to rock at our Bell House residency, the last Saturday of every month, including our anniversary this Saturday. That’s two Rubs for the price of two!
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New summer mix for Black Scale clothing from #itstherub.
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As we get ready for this Saturday’s party, here’s the April episode of Rub Radio.
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In celebration of the Check The Technique Vol 2 release party at The Rub this weekend, we went back and put together a mix of some of the greatest joints from Brian Coleman’s Check The Technique Vol 1. Head over to Brooklyn Radio to listen and download.Category: Friends & Family, The Rub, The Rub Radio
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Hot off the presses, we have our 2nd annual Official New Year’s Eve Mix with our buddies at Okayplayer. Head over here to read their kind words, stream, and see the full tracklist. Then head over here to buy your tickets for our NYE party. (HURRY! There’s only about 100 left.)Category: Friends & Family, The Rub, The Rub Radio
Now I know you haven’t made plans for New Year’s Eve yet.
You don’t have to thank me… just go buy your tickets before they sell out!Category: Uncategorized