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Thinking Inside the Box
Okay, quick history lesson: A decade ago, rock was rock and club
By Marc Spitz 08.21.04 3:00 AM
Okay, quick history lesson: A decade ago, rock was rock and club
music was club music, and the two didn’t mix on the dance
floor. Squeezebox, New York City’s legendarily trashy,
gay rock’n’roll dance party changed all that.
“Squeezebox will go down in history like CBGB and Max’s
Kansas City!” famed transsexual rocker Jayne County
screamed from the stage at the party’s ten-year anniversary
bash at Don Hill’s nightclub in May. Then she launched into
her tender ballad “Prostitute in a Parachute.” In the
basement dressing room, wigs were fluffed and cocktails slurped as
one of the go-go dancers rocked out with his...well, it was there
for all the VIPs--Johnny Knoxville, Kate Moss, the
Strokes’ Albert Hammond Jr., Boy George,
Sean Lennon and new girlfriend Elizabeth Jagger--to
see. “I will never recover,” joked Lennon. “Is
that Boy George over there?” he asked (in a thick
Liverpudlian accent). “I thought it was a drag queen
imitating Boy George!” Hammond said that when he first moved
to New York, people told him Squeezebox was the place to meet
people. “Then I realized maybe I shouldn’t be meeting
those people!”








