04 into 05: party at Fittipaldi’s on 6th Steet
03 into 04: party at Catherine’s at the Brewery where I gave Tarot Card readings for the year ahead until it got too smokey to stay.
02 into 03: Downtown Vegas, overlooking Fremont Street from the 3rd Floor of the Four Queens Hotel
01 into 02: party at Catherine’s at the Brewery
00 into 01: party at Robin and Dyane Duffy’s loft on Vignes Street where I gave Tarot Card readings for the year ahead to over 20 people.
99 into 00: driving on 1st street at midnight. Was at 1st and Main at exactly midnight, popped London Calling into the car stereo. Then back to Fitipaldi’s on Molino Street where they were playing Tatto You.
98 into 99: was at a mountain resort in Leavenworth, Washington – they played Auld Lang Syne and then Tequila!, but I stuck to Diet Coke.
97 into 98: I think it was at the same place in Sunland, I was living there by then, but the 1996 party blurs in with this one, if the 98 version took place at all.
96 into 97: small party in Encino. This one guy, Donald, put on Bitches Brew at midnight but they made him turn it off.
95 into 96: small party with friends in Sunland. Easily the windiest night I had ever seen.
94 into 95: outside on Traction Avenue. Where else would you want to be?
93 into 94: party in Studio City – the first time I ever tried black eyed peas, which is a New Year’s tradition for some people every year.
92 into 93: Little Siberia cocktail lounge, Huntington Park, CA
91 into 92: no recollection – I was drinking heavily back then.
90 into 91: no recollection – definitely drunk wherever it was.
89 into 90: party at the Fabulous Horton’s at the Asbury. The gunfire at midnight was extraordinary, terrifying. I only recall this evening at all because I have a roll of film from it and the pictures are marked First Night of the 1990s.
88 into 89: no recollection – these were dark days, down and out Downtown.
87 into 88: party at the Fence of Bone Loft in the garment district. Tim Tyson was the first to pass out that night, I have photographic evidence.
86 into 87: barhopping in Westwood with the Starvin’ Band. Introduced myself to people as Vincent Peace all night. Most massive hangover of my life the next morning.
85 into 86: my apartment on Breezewood in Whittier. Bowie’s Blue Jean was playing in the background at midnight.
84 into 85: At the house on top of Lofthill Drive. At midnight, my brother screamed “Stay Alive in 85!” and I threw a large booze bottle (probably a Club Cocktail Mix) in the air and it landed on the ground but just bounced with a loud PING and someoen said, “Stay alive like that bottle.”