Comments on: Then & Now: Stilife

By: Katherine Latanville

Katherine Latanville — Sun, 23 Jun 2024 23:14:11 +0000

good for you, Lisa! Robin was nice at first but his ego got out of control…
I grew to intensely dislike everyone associated with that club. (except for dear Kenny) they treated me and ‘my people’ – those who came out on my tuesday nights – sooo badly. even though those nights were MY brainchild… but I was just a woman.
I about fell off my stool when I saw my name actually mentioned in this article! although I was relegated to mere “promoter” status. ‘producer’ is more correct. plus I made the invitations! amazing, and amazingly busy Kenny Baird did me the honour of designing the opening night invite, but I did the rest. (his was beautiful, mine just did their job.)
let me also add that Charles ‘found’ Kenny through me.
further re this article, Charles is b.s.ing through the whole thing. the Stilife I saw was always pretty empty – except on my tuesdays – which, btw were called ‘Ocean’. I guess that little detail was left out because after we left, in 1988, Charles took the name and used it for the restaurant… with an added ‘s’, mind.
my night was named in honour of the
Led Zeppelin song, ‘Ocean’, which perennially uncool Charles would never have known.
anyhow, Lisa if it was ‘Ocean’ that you were turned away from, please accept my apologies.
no matter which night you were there, that ‘rich looking folks only’ policy makes me sick. I just learned about it now. in 2024.
but something tells me it didn’t apply on my nights… ha!
congratulations on your successes!!! please remember the experience you mentioned here and don’t ever be like THEM..!!!

By: Lisa

Lisa — Fri, 21 Oct 2022 16:10:26 +0000

I could never get into that club on my own. It seemed to me that you had to be a pothead or cokehead to get in. I didn’t do drug, so any time I ever did get in, it was with a friend who did do drugs. It was quite a trade off and wasn’t worth the drama.
I do remember Robin and he’d look right through me. Lol. By the end of its time, I remember walking past him in his fur coat and nobody was in line. That’s what happens when you treat people like they are invisible.
Now, I’m a film producer and invited to all sorts of parties, but I still don’t do drugs, so maybe Robin wouldn’t let me in even today.

By: Sarah Wayne

Sarah Wayne — Fri, 12 Dec 2014 22:13:49 +0000

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Marty
Much respect to the dJs of the past.
I tip my headphones to you all.
http://mcfly.ca 5:48 pm on January 28, 2013