Our final act at the Whisky this evening is Texan-turned-New Yorker Dan Keyes, a.k.a. Young Love. Backed by a crack ensemble of guitar, bass, drums and keys, his dance-inflected heartland rock is catching on in a big way with the audience, which is a seething mass of movement down below my balcony table. It’s no wonder that a few of Young Love’s early demos have already become favorites of the more discerning Big Apple dance club DJs; his appearance has lured the most girls onto the dancefloor that I’ve witnessed yet tonight, shaking their shimmy to the infectious sounds emanating from the speakers. “Get Me Up” was particularly effective in that respect, inspiring a mass of movement down below that I’m dreading negotiating on my way back to the Viper for our final act of the evening.
Well, okay…as much as one can dread wandering through a horde of comely gyrating females….
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