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Let’s Hump

Let’s Hump

Across the U.S., Wednesday is also known as “hump day.” Supposedly, getting past Wednesday is getting past the main hurdle or “hump” of the week. But come on; say the word “hump.” Now, tell me you’re not thinking what I’m thinking....

One Wednesday a month, the Elevator Music Collective, Jack Junkies and Tower Records host HUMP at the Mercy Lounge. The DJs at your service provide a mix of “deep downbeats” and sexy house music to encourage a sensual vibe. The party kicks in around 11 p.m. and runs late, so kiss your Thursday goodbye. While words like “spinning,” “one’s and two’s,” and “electro-pop” are still foreign to many Nashvillians, HUMP founders Mindub and Spoon are doing their damnedest to bring Nashville up to speed. This scene attracts serious house heads and funky-young-things in the trendiest threads. If you read Vice, Nylon or Jane magazines, you’ll feel right at home. You’ll always find stylee girls like Sarah Johnson of Bamboo Boutique and party kids like Terry Grant there. With the influx of party-people from Clubland (New York and Chicago) and Raveville (North Carolina and Arizona, etc.), expect Nashville’s electronic music scene to bump up big in the next few years. For now, enjoy the underground feel of these parties. I’d much rather see 20 people on the dance floor who can really groove than a floor filled with honkies kickin’ the “white boy shuffle.” (You know who you are.)

Across the U.S., Wednesday is also known as “hump day.” Supposedly, getting past Wednesday is getting past the main hurdle or “hump” of the week. But come on; say the word “hump.” Now, tell me you’re not thinking what I’m thinking....

Midweek parties are fun, but what could be better than Girls’ Night In? Last Saturday, I was invited to a “clothes swapping party” hosted by new Warner Brother’s artist Lauren Lucas and Still Working Music’s Autumn McEntire at the home of Jessica Fry. Basically, each girl brought a pile of clothes, a beverage of choice and a nosh. The clothes, shoes and jewelry were piled in the middle of the floor and each girl gave a go at whatever might fit. Naturally, there were no boys allowed. It was all very PG-13. I don’t think Nashville’s ready for edgier parties like CAKE (www.cakenyc.com). Still, wine, chocolate and clothes.... What more does a gal really need?

Midweek parties are fun, but what could be better than Girls’ Night In? Last Saturday, I was invited to a “clothes swapping party” hosted by new Warner Brother’s artist Lauren Lucas and Still Working Music’s Autumn McEntire at the home of Jessica Fry. Basically, each girl brought a pile of clothes, a beverage of choice and a nosh. The clothes, shoes and jewelry were piled in the middle of the floor and each girl gave a go at whatever might fit. Naturally, there were no boys allowed. It was all very PG-13. I don’t think Nashville’s ready for edgier parties like CAKE (www.cakenyc.com). Still, wine, chocolate and clothes.... What more does a gal really need?

Well, that depends on the gal, of course. The ladies who gathered Sunday at Tribe’s fabulous Sex and the City party weren’t really interested in the troubles of Carrie & Co. They were waiting for the steamy premiere of Showtime’s The L Word. Damn! Two minutes into that show and everyone’s like, “Samantha who?” With Sex and the City followed by The L Word, I say Sunday should be the new “hump day.”

Tribe was replete with casually dressed regulars, Sex and the City fans like me and girls who couldn’t wait to see Jennifer Beals all nekkid. It was quite the Sunday social. I’m now officially crushing on Out & About writer and Tribe server Graham Griffith, and I’m not ashamed of my hagness. It was so nice to commune with new friends Chad James and Jason Payne on the beauty of the Jon Blair “Fag Tag.” By the time I left, Tribe was standing room only. Monday? Hmmm. Let’s pretend that Monday is just a nasty childhood memory.

Tribe was replete with casually dressed regulars, Sex and the City fans like me and girls who couldn’t wait to see Jennifer Beals all nekkid. It was quite the Sunday social. I’m now officially crushing on Out & About writer and Tribe server Graham Griffith, and I’m not ashamed of my hagness. It was so nice to commune with new friends Chad James and Jason Payne on the beauty of the Jon Blair “Fag Tag.” By the time I left, Tribe was standing room only. Monday? Hmmm. Let’s pretend that Monday is just a nasty childhood memory.

—By Amy Waddell

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