New York City nightlife can get a bit overwhelming at times. On any given weekend, the amount of shows with top-tier talent could make any seasoned party-goers head spin, a veritable festival’s worth of music packed into two or three short nights of general debauchery. So when Marquee reopened back in January, it was tough to find that perfect night to check out the renovated hotspot.
Of course, when NYC mainstays Sleepy & Boo are Friday night residents, it’s also tough to find a reason not to go. With a little over a month of acts like Dubfire, Hernan Cattaneo, and Tiefschwarz stepping up to take control of the decks at Marquee, I knew I couldn’t miss out on another night, and made my way over to 10th between 26th and 27th last Friday to hear the All Day I Dream maestro himself, Lee Burridge.
The door was a far-cry from that of the club’s past, a smooth and friendly experience for everyone in line, with or without tickets. Upon entry it was confirmed that Marquee was not only different in its design, but in its mission as well. This new iteration is all about the music, with an expanded dance floor, some killer sound, and a massive LED wall behind the DJ booth to enhance the experience. Even the upstairs area is treated with fine attention to detail, a stadium seating-style layout overlooking a balcony that shows off a view of the shimmering disco ball and hundreds of smiling dancers, with some charmingly kitschy library decor along the walls.
Robot Heart veteran Mike Khoury was laying down some hypnotic beats while I explored, making sure I never strayed too far from the dancefloor. Khoury’s deep sounds were perfect to welcome the masses in from the cold, the crowd swelling as faces slowly began to blur. At around one in the morning Lee took to the booth, a bit earlier than I’m used to for a headliner, but I don’t think anyone can complain when the headliners at Marquee are consistently of this caliber.
Lee worked that system masterfully over the next few hours, taking the reins from Khoury in deep All Day I Dream fashion, slowly working up to melodic, progressive tracks that had the building buzzing nonstop until close. Though a healthy (note: unhealthy) combination of whiskey and tequila made it tough to remember most of what was played, I do recall Dixon’s rework of Lost In A Moment taking hold at one point to bring me back to Lee’s magical party on the beach in Mexico. With such a master on the decks, IDing tracks was the least of my concern, and I danced the night away at a rejuvenated Marquee, a new place for excellent music in New York City to call home.
Photo credit: Pearcey Proper