Marc Chevalier
Gone Home
- Messages
- 18,192
- Location
- Los Feliz, Los Angeles, California
Back in the late '90s, those of us living around L.A. experienced a sort of mini Golden Era; its ground zero was a nightclub called THE DERBY. Would any of you like to share some memories of that time and place? I remember:
-- Bumping into Artie Shaw and Tex Beneke in the audience, watching Dean Mora and his Modern Rhythmists play.
-- Seeing Heather Sweet (aka "Dita Von Teese") there, with her perfectly coiffed, raven black hair and impeccable hats.
-- Spotting Hugh Hefner there with his three blonde "girlfriends", a couple of guys right out of the movie Casino, and some gargantuan bodyguards. Hef was a teenager in the '40s, and I think he just missed out on the original Lindy Hop craze. In any case, Mr. Playboy was a fan of Dean Mora's and would drag his girlfriends in to shuffle around the dance floor with him. You could practically see these gals rolling their eyes and stifling a yawn.
-- Getting banned from THE DERBY for three long months, due to my defending a lady friend from an obnoxious, drunk old lecher who turned out (according to the club's co-owner, Tony Gower) to be a "retired" Mafia bigwig from Vegas. "For your own good," said Tony, "disappear for a while." Probably a load of hooey, but it makes for a good anecdote.
-- Bumping into Artie Shaw and Tex Beneke in the audience, watching Dean Mora and his Modern Rhythmists play.
-- Seeing Heather Sweet (aka "Dita Von Teese") there, with her perfectly coiffed, raven black hair and impeccable hats.
-- Spotting Hugh Hefner there with his three blonde "girlfriends", a couple of guys right out of the movie Casino, and some gargantuan bodyguards. Hef was a teenager in the '40s, and I think he just missed out on the original Lindy Hop craze. In any case, Mr. Playboy was a fan of Dean Mora's and would drag his girlfriends in to shuffle around the dance floor with him. You could practically see these gals rolling their eyes and stifling a yawn.
-- Getting banned from THE DERBY for three long months, due to my defending a lady friend from an obnoxious, drunk old lecher who turned out (according to the club's co-owner, Tony Gower) to be a "retired" Mafia bigwig from Vegas. "For your own good," said Tony, "disappear for a while." Probably a load of hooey, but it makes for a good anecdote.