Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Space2's Dekatreis pumped up the volume, a female moan

Posted By on Wed, Jan 18, 2012 at 10:59 AM

Harry Duran aka DJHD
Inside the Sound Table's Space2, Harry Duran slowed his nightclub rhythm to a near crawl. His hands quivered as they hovered over his tangled-up setup of laptops and mixers, as if he was operating a theremin. But then a female moan, tame at first, grew louder as it resounded throughout the room. Duran's beat, then the chatter, simmered down.

The crowd looked up. For the very first time last Friday night, everything was at a standstill.

Duran, who performs at DJHD, looked back down at the table. At this party called Dekatreis (Greek for “13”), which lasts from 10 p.m. till 3 a.m., he and two other DJs were aspiring to “redefine groove music” as advertised — vague ambitions, since “groove music” is so broad and subjective a term compared to, say, “moombahton” or “post-dubstep.” (Thanks, Daniel Disaster.)

About every hour or so, DJHD, Elio Stereo, and Feligo alternated in pulling out sing-along choruses (Blackstreet's “No Diggity,” Estelle's “American Boy”), then speeding them up to tennis ball beats. But what kept people moving — whether two or the nearly 100 people that eventually filed in — were the club rhythms in between, charismatic in their simplicity and perfectly fitting for Space2, which officially opened New Year's Eve.

With their purses and parkas tucked inside dried wood shelves-turned-cubbyholes — yup, no coat check here — girlfriends often partnered up and mirrored each other as they threw themselves shoulders-first, flats-second into a full-bodied groove. Male spectators stood just as comfortably against the concrete walls and near the foldout table bar as they nodded their heads. Occasionally, a guy near the stage fanned out blasts from what looked like an air tank to the beat.

The air tank, the $4 bottled waters, these were the only aspects of Dekatreis and Space2 that felt fussy, even out of place. That is, until Duran cued the unmistakable sound of a female moaning, climaxing. Space2 staff had already turned on the overhead lights. Was this another preemptive hint to clear out?

Duran looked up, then cranked a knob that quickly turned up another no-brainer rhythm. Without a second thought, people started to dance again — even though the time was 2:55.

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