Neue Dimensions Entertainment

11/21/2025

Let's keep it going for DJ NACHT this year! Voting for 2025 is now open at --> https://rochesterny.communityvotes.com/2025/07/services/local-djs

11/18/2025

11/02/2025

11/02/2025

Here's an excerpt from my book:

for those asking for a lil taste:

Nightlife and the Garbage Plate

Jennifer insisted he see her city after dark. They drifted through Ocean Club, Playpen, Scorgies—sticky floors, locals shoulder-to-shoulder, bands and DJs trading shifts.

Then came Heaven—a vast nightclub inside a converted church, stained glass rinsed in laser color, the DJ two stories up on the altar, three turntables feeding the room like liturgy. The lighting tech played the rig like a pianist—hands whispering across faders, punctuating drops with blades of white.

Anthony’s eyes widened. “Feels like a cathedral.”

Jennifer leaned in, shouting over the bass. “That’s because it was one. We just changed the worship.”

Anthony stood frozen in awe, his chest thudding with the kick drum. He had been in Berlin, in London, in Amsterdam—warehouse cathedrals where DJs were prophets and the crowd was congregation. And yet here, in Rochester of all places, he felt that same electricity coil through the air. The stained glass above him caught the strobes, refracting colors like shards of holy fire. For a heartbeat, he swore he was back in Tresor, the pounding basement bunker in Berlin. Then another drop hit, and the floor shook beneath him like Ministry of Sound in London on its wildest night.

He leaned closer to Jennifer, voice thick with disbelief. “Rochester actually has this? A club that could hold its own with the best in the world?”

Jennifer’s grin was pure pride. “Heaven is legendary.”

Anthony felt goosebumps on his arms. It wasn’t just a local scene—it was proof that the underground had roots everywhere, even here. And if Rochester could hold a space like this, maybe his music could find a home here too.

When the lights came up, Jennifer steered him to Nick Tahou Hots. The Garbage Plate arrived as a glorious sprawl—cheeseburgers over home fries, macaroni salad, onion, mustard, hot sauce, buttered rolls.

Anthony dug in, grease slicking his fingers. He laughed mid-bite. “This… this is the truest thing I’ve ever eaten.”

Jennifer raised her plastic fork like a toast. “Welcome to Rah cha cha.”

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11/02/2025

09/21/2025

🎶Music Is Art 2025 🎶

09/03/2025

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