New York City Nightlife took a big hit and completely adjusted for a while after September 11th, 2001. I was booked to DJ that Tuesday night on 16th street and in my own distorted shock, I actually called the location that afternoon to tell them that I wouldn't be making it. Ummm I guess I wasn't surprised that no one answered as everything below 14th street was closed off to all civilians, oh yeah and New York City too was closed.
I ended up DJaying once for the rest of the week (keep in mind that at the time I had 5 regular DJ Gigs).
A week later, the parties slowly started coming back, but everything was different. Obnoxious door guys, became friendly door guys, the velvet ropes were sparsely spread, firemen were the new A-Listers, volunteers were on the new "it" list, and at all the swank nightclubs the question was no longer "who are you" but "where were you?"
My play list went from floss and bling, to the cross and love. No more guest lists, no more "cool" kids, everybody was tied together with one crucial and significant connection....we were all new yorkers, and to most of us, being a New Yorker was the only thing that mattered in the weeks that followed 9/11. Nobody cared if you had just summered in the Hamptons, nobody cared if you were at that Kweli show, most of the people mingling in the clubs and lounge scenes over those few weeks really only cared about one thing, and that was if YOU were ok and was everyone YOU loved ok.
Musically, this is what those couple of weeks sounded like: