Tonight, all of us Jersey City Art Heros went down to City Hall to meet with Councilman Steve Fulop about the Entertainment License and Noise Ordinance. Christine Goodman arranged the meeting.
Basically, the gist of the meeting was that the Entertainment License on file is from the 1930's. We're supposed to email Fulop all of our concerns about the antiquated license, and the council will be changing it and the Noise Ordinance in the upcoming months according to our feedback. Whether or not it will change anything, only Sylvia Browne knows for sure.
I'm not the expert on this stuff, but I think Fulop is quick to generalize groups of people. When I asked him what defined a "nightclub," he brought up Uncle Joe's, I guess because of my nose ring. Uncle Joe's was demolished like 3 years ago.
But whatever. All that stuff is BORING. Here's the highlights of the meeting:
There was a strange sound of a bird being tortured that went off periodically. Apparently, it was to keep pigeons away.
And my favorite moment was when Fulop said that he was going to be sure to take all the notes because he didn't want all the ideas from the meeting to be sucked into a BLACKHOLE!
At the end I really wanted to ask him, "In practice, would this ordinance be enforced as thoroughly as the youth curfew is?" but he wouldn't call on me. I think he could tell by my smirk that I was trying to be annoying.
The stupidest question award goes to a middle-aged poet who is mean to me all the time and never tipped me when I was her bartender. Repeatedly (and without humor), she asked Fulop to just drop the whole thing until the new ordinance is drafted.
Not surprisingly, Fulop scoffed at her. He said that it's the law and you can't just cancel it.
The Reporter briefly interviewed me and asked me what I think they should do with the ordinance. I said to rip it up. Then I said that Council Chambers smelled like Urban Decay.
I wanted to invite Steve Fulop to BlackHole, but he ran out as fast as he could. I think he was trying to get away from the hippie smell. There were some hippies there. You know who you are.