Last night was fun, m'kay?

Arena turned out to be far better than I expected. Phoenix now has access to a great club space, with a brilliant sound system. It reminded me of at least two great San Francisco clubs. How refreshing to hear music in a venue big enough for the sound. If you're at all familiar with Phoenix's current crop of (painful, claustrophobic, shoebox) gay bars, you know what I mean. Another plus, Arena is in cigarette-smoke-free Tempe.

I wracked my brain yesterday afternoon trying to recall when and/or if I had heard DJ Bryan Pfeiffer spin. I finally gave up, resigning myself to the possibility of another ride on the pots-and-pans express. (Bad DJ's are the devil's own work.)

Shock. Glee. Amazement. Mr. Pfeiffer threw down track after track of happiness all night long. Even the late-nite stuff kept me on the dancefloor, and I'm usually the first to roll my eyes and retreat to the sidelines. We left at 3am, and the music was still fun.

Despite all the positives, I'm afraid Arena has about a 1 in 10 chance of making it another month. The location is really unfortunate: the parking lot of a run down Holiday Inn in Tempe. Walking out into the pink Las Vegas motel lights was a definite buzz kill.

Nevertheless, we'll be there next weekend to hear Neil Lewis play.... heaven help us.