Thursday night (March 24th, 2005) was the Flaming Lips show at Gotham Hall. I already went into detail about it. Considering how much bad karma was associated with this show, it's amazing that it turned out so well. Central Village found out that even the Flaming Lips' drummer was harassed by the wankers at the door. Catherine described them as "overmoisturized, overplucked, inhuman bridge-and-tunnel-loving doormen."
UPDATE... One mad white hipster writes the doorman a letter.
As shady as the event was, I don't agree with one Gothamist commenter who said that only "pretty" and "elite" people were getting in. Only those on the real guestlist, celebrities, and members of the press could really get in. The doormen would pick a few people here and there from the fake guestlist line. I think if you looked like you were there to see the Flaming Lips, you were disqualified. I was disqualified multiple times, as was everyone I knew, but we all did eventually get in. It took luck, patience, and some cunning.
"THE city's publicists are looking to ID a new party crasher described as "a tall, creepy-looking guy in a white suit" who gets into exclusive parties by claiming to be a Yankee pitcher. The "drunk and high" nobody bluffed his way into a party at Gotham Hall the other night to launch the new Mazda MZ-5, where he rubbed shoulders with Ashanti, Carson Kressley and Bree Turner, among others. He hit on women, tried to get fotogs to take his picture and attempted to crash the stage, where the Flaming Lips put on a psychedelic show with furry animals, giant balloons and freaky hand puppets. "
Besides the fireman calendar, they also gave out free passes to the car show.