Studio B is hidden in the back alley ways of Greenpoint, Brooklyn. An old warehouse turned music venue, club, lounge. The dance floor is surrounded on four sides by a small stage, two bars, a long dj booth and an elevated area with huge, deep, leather couches and chairs that appropriately enough is usually populated with patrons making out. The drinks should be cheaper and the coat check less expensive but Studio B is a hell of a fun place to spend one's Friday night.
Matt and I arrived at the venue, parked in front and hopped on line. A scenester girl in front of us loudly complained to the bouncer that it was incredibly obnoxious that those on the guestlist had to wait longer than those buying a ticket. She then threw rocks at the “plebes” shuffling through the snow past her and laughed with her friends as they cried.
Once inside, Matt and I quickly found the bar and then a spot against the stage with fellows Jerry Yeti and Punk Photo Abbey. The room was throbbing with music, dancing and sweat and a little after 1am, the The Rapture set the room on fire. Sure, they may have sung only 3 songs but from where I was standing, it was some of the greatest 15 minutes I've spent at a show in a long time.Check out a video of the night by Abbey here and Matt's take on the night here.
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