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On the Beach,
clubs and bars come and go like models on a catwalk—and then there’s
Score. For the past ten years, the Miami Beach dance club and lounge
has reinvented itself as often as Madonna, thereby insuring that
Score remains the place to be on Lincoln Road—and Sunday was no
exception. For Score’s Perfect 10-Year Anniversary, the outdoor
lounge was tented with white curtains (presided over by door goddess
Asia Aviance) while the inside lounge was packed with revelers
screaming at the top of their lungs. The party started at five pm
and ran full steam for the next twelve hours. Everyone was
smiling—and smashed by sunset. Cameras and photographers were
falling all over each other. It was like a Hamptons lawn party
without the Locust Valley lockjaw.
Inside, we plunged, deeper into the club, where DJ Drew Tribe had
the dance floor packed. Lightmaster Tony Lage kept the room dark,
with washes of deep purple and electric blue. Elongated Chinese
lanterns in white hung above the dance floor: décor by RKM.
Everywhere we looked, we saw happy people. All the usual
suspects—plus about five hundred others. There was George Coronado
and Dale Stine, Hilton and Mel, Ric Sena and Kevin Taylor, and Leo
and Matt, DJ Roxx, Michael Superman, and Parzham, and Carl Zablotny,
and Geraldine from the Girlie Brunch, and the Pennyback Boys, and
Peter from Winter Party, and— Then the Halo posse entered: Babak and
his comely bar staff parting the crowd like Obama. And presiding
over the whole meshugaas, hugging their guests and smiling for the
camera, were the exemplary hosts of the night, club owners, Billy
Kemp
and Luis Morera. Two gentlemen, to be sure, they make it a pleasure
to play at their house. And how refreshing to see the doyens of
nightlife supporting one another. We’re all in this together, after
all.
It’s such a little sandbar—South Beach, that is. And yet, everything
on the Beach seems outsized: bigger than it really is. This club
called Score, for example, so beloved by locals and visitors from
around the world: for its outdoor lounge on Lincoln, and the lush
upstairs Crčme Lounge—and a dance club that, over the course of ten
years, has hosted nearly every deejay you’d ever hope to hear.
Last night, the first half of the party—and then some—belonged to DJ
Drew Tribe. Like a freight train burning through the night, Drew set
the pace and intensified the revelry a hundredfold. At one point,
the crowd was singing—actually SINGING as the beats raced around the
room. Maybe it was “Got My Eyes On U” but whatever it was, at that
moment, there was no question: that crowd was Drew Tribe’s tribe—and
deservedly so.
It was some time after the bewitching hour, some time after
midnight, when that familiar baseball hat was seen in the booth.
There he was, the man who loves New York, Montreal, and Miami, none
other than that music maestro DJ Peter Rauhofer. The switchover
happened with such precision, the crowd hardly realized that
suddenly we were held fast in Peter’s grip as he rode us through the
night. Oh, he was smooth, a thoroughbred running with the music,
making the rest of the night his own.
The whole night was a celebration, a massive, twelve-hour
celebration of all that Score has been for those who love music, and
the beach—and all that’s still yet to come. Years ago, in San
Francisco, there was a club called Trocadero, a well-loved gay club
whose reputation and influence extended far beyond the Bay. Some
towns are lucky that way, having that one gay club which is as loved
by the locals as it is by the visitors who come to play there. South
Beach is one of those towns—and Score is that club.
For more information email
scorebar@bellsouth.net,
or visit Score’s website
www.scorebar.net
or call 305.535.1111.
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