by Y Andre V. on
Damnnnnn.....the reviews are accurate folks. Despite reading them, I went. Not even going to waste my time. --bouncers: on HGH --Door Dude: Gassed that he's working the door --DJ(s): confused. tried to please everyone (you can't do that!!--stick to the staples) --Drinks: Pricey, so only had two --crowd: who cares at this point
by Uncle Fishbits Aeneas X. on
Sometimes it simply stuns the reviews that you forget to write, or miss writing. I cannot tell you how many shows I have seen here over the years... impossible. I can tell you a couple in the last year... Air, Koop, Sharon Jones, Devotchka, Federico Aubele, Bebel Gilberto... I cannot even begin to remember. This place is a wonderful throw back to the way a club should really be. Class through and through, anything that is problematic that I have seen (the sound guys need serious help, some of the times I have watched them, not that I know anything) I think this is possibly my favourite club on the planet. They don't book shows in my own idiom every night of the week, but I will jump at the chance to see people here. 6 out of 5.
by Bryant Daramola on
I was a past my prime actor who was attempting to squeeze whatever was left out of my sponge of a career by committing to commercials in Tokyo. I am trapped in a mediocre stateside marriage and I was feeling lost, both in life and in Tokyo's culture. She was a newlywed who was questioning her decision, and her place in this world. By exploring Japan, she found herself falling deeper into a state of confusion. Together we rediscovered what is essential and what it is we are to get out of this life. We explored Tokyo's night life as she showed me that that there is still joy to be found. Engaging in deep conversations I unknowingly helped guide her towards self-actualization. We reconnected once we returned home. I had not seen her in months and was anxious to see how she was now faring. We met at Pod, where we could rekindle our Japanese experience both visually and emotionally. We sat on spongy seats which glowed neon upon contact and drank martinis that matched the light beneath us. It was painfully obvious that we are now both in different places. She has found her path to follow and I have learned to look back fondly upon my journey. She no longer needs my guidance and I no longer need her spontaneity. We'll always have Pod.