The sad truth is that if life were
90210 the Cat Club would be our Peach
Pit. No matter where you go in the
world, when you come back, you can find
the family here. It's where you check
in with the ones who you come to need,
and love, in a sick but comforting way.
The people who work here restore my
faith in mankind, I don't mean to sound
like a hippy but it's true. It's
because of the staff, both of Cats and
of BAGG, that I've not quit this job
like every other job I always quit
within 3 months. The difference between
blood family and Cats family is that
they are there because I chose them.
That's what makes them the most shiny
and sparkly of all folk, even through
the bathroom funk and grime! There is
nothing more noble to me than being
able to kick serious ass but having the
manners not to unless it's truly
appropriate. Never have I seen any
abuse of power or playing of favorites.
Everyone plays by the same kind of
conduct; it's refreshing for me
personally. I get so sick of politics
and horseshit. Anyone who DJs in the
front room should be temporarily
labeled "DJ Crackmonkey" because
something comes over you, it really
does! It's like Indian burial genre-
free ground, liberating! The front
booth is my office only on Wednesdays,
but just across from it where you can
sit and hide is my Zen space, always.
Umm, Cat? We've been seeing each
other for a while now, but I want us
to be more serious. You're gonna have
to stop letting all those boys into
your "ladies" room (2,3 at a time) and
letting them have their incipid ways
with you. You're gonna make sluts out
of all of us. Mmmmmm. Okay
Damn, Known the Cat since it was just a
little fella named Southside...
Bustin heads at the door, passin out on
the floor/
-Cat Club notorious for heavy ass pours/
From the days of the kitchen/
-Czek Chick always bitchin/
-bout hatin Top Cat Carracci/
-I love Cat's like Joanie loves Chachi-/
Yup.../
My little brother slingin drinks while
I tried to sling ink/
On quite a few nights left lunch in the
sink/
Do my best Iggy Pop when I'm leanin on
the bar/
While the bartenters treated us like
stars/
Mash ups hit the mainstream: Jenny,
Omar /(later!)
-Gettin fucked up untill I lost my car/
In the past 10 years I only danced 2
times/
Both with the loves of my lives/(at
Cats)
Cat Club seen me cry sometims in the
office/
When I couldnt let the world see my
softness/
Me and Julio and Fred in the booth puff
a blunt/
415 with the two wheeled rides out
front/
I thank Cats for the chance to spin wax/
-Got me off my ass...finally made me
cut a track/
And though I'm West O now I was born in
the city/
-Only comin' back for Cats and 850/
I love the whole Damn Family, you're
the crew who ball/
Laughter, tears we been through it all/
And though a lot of scenesters kinda
live in the clubs/
I always found Cat's to be a real kinda
love/
And though the parties come and the
parties go/
-So much creativity just flows/
Through your doors, that's why I'll
aways back you...
You're the neighborhood I always come
back to.
-Slickone
In memory of Roy
You still owe me 20 bucks fucker!
shame.....
chow!!!
Club on Friday night. I was just there
and I couldn't believe how empty the
place was. Hang the DJ, hang the DJ!
90210 the Cat Club would be our Peach
Pit. No matter where you go in the
world, when you come back, you can find
the family here. It's where you check
in with the ones who you come to need,
and love, in a sick but comforting way.
The people who work here restore my
faith in mankind, I don't mean to sound
like a hippy but it's true. It's
because of the staff, both of Cats and
of BAGG, that I've not quit this job
like every other job I always quit
within 3 months. The difference between
blood family and Cats family is that
they are there because I chose them.
That's what makes them the most shiny
and sparkly of all folk, even through
the bathroom funk and grime! There is
nothing more noble to me than being
able to kick serious ass but having the
manners not to unless it's truly
appropriate. Never have I seen any
abuse of power or playing of favorites.
Everyone plays by the same kind of
conduct; it's refreshing for me
personally. I get so sick of politics
and horseshit. Anyone who DJs in the
front room should be temporarily
labeled "DJ Crackmonkey" because
something comes over you, it really
does! It's like Indian burial genre-
free ground, liberating! The front
booth is my office only on Wednesdays,
but just across from it where you can
sit and hide is my Zen space, always.
other for a while now, but I want us
to be more serious. You're gonna have
to stop letting all those boys into
your "ladies" room (2,3 at a time) and
letting them have their incipid ways
with you. You're gonna make sluts out
of all of us. Mmmmmm. Okay
little fella named Southside...
Bustin heads at the door, passin out on
the floor/
-Cat Club notorious for heavy ass pours/
From the days of the kitchen/
-Czek Chick always bitchin/
-bout hatin Top Cat Carracci/
-I love Cat's like Joanie loves Chachi-/
Yup.../
My little brother slingin drinks while
I tried to sling ink/
On quite a few nights left lunch in the
sink/
Do my best Iggy Pop when I'm leanin on
the bar/
While the bartenters treated us like
stars/
Mash ups hit the mainstream: Jenny,
Omar /(later!)
-Gettin fucked up untill I lost my car/
In the past 10 years I only danced 2
times/
Both with the loves of my lives/(at
Cats)
Cat Club seen me cry sometims in the
office/
When I couldnt let the world see my
softness/
Me and Julio and Fred in the booth puff
a blunt/
415 with the two wheeled rides out
front/
I thank Cats for the chance to spin wax/
-Got me off my ass...finally made me
cut a track/
And though I'm West O now I was born in
the city/
-Only comin' back for Cats and 850/
I love the whole Damn Family, you're
the crew who ball/
Laughter, tears we been through it all/
And though a lot of scenesters kinda
live in the clubs/
I always found Cat's to be a real kinda
love/
And though the parties come and the
parties go/
-So much creativity just flows/
Through your doors, that's why I'll
aways back you...
You're the neighborhood I always come
back to.
-Slickone
In memory of Roy
You still owe me 20 bucks fucker!