IMHO this author gives WAY too much credence to Studio, but presents a very interesting "cyclical" theory of nightclubbing along the way.

Worth a read, anyway

http://slate.msn.com/?id=2073924&device=

Interesting theory. And interesting to equate Rubell with Billingsley; both were masters of PR, Steve with his empty limos parked in front of 54, and Sherman with his Stork Club ashtrays visible in every photograph.
There are those, however, that deny that the Josephine Baker incident at the Stork Club really happened that way at all. The fact is that the NAACP needed a high-profile case against racial discrimination and was willing to go to any lengths to get it. And there was no higher profile that year than the Stork.
Billingsley's demise had more to do with a staggering IRS debt and unwise Mafia connections than anything else.
Hmmm... just like Studio in that respect as well, I guess.

The very *first* club I ever went to was Studio 54? That was _way_ before Ted...OK. I've always known how to have fun. BUT it would have been so much better WITH Him!!!

I've always heard that Ian Schrager's father is the notorious associate of Bugsy Siegel... "Max The Jew". Makes sense I guess. Now he has all those hotels.
Ian Schrager Hotels

The night before Steve Rubell went off to jail. He stood up on the edge of the DJ booth, (suspended way up over the dance floor), and took in the adulation of the crowd while "I Will Survive" played. Lovely!

He could be a nightmare but WHAT STYLE!
That must have been gorgeous.
I liked him.
I'll never forget introducing him to my mother. He really took to her (she has a beauty shop north of Syracuse) A few days later he was on some TV Talk show and mentioned "partying" with my mother for some reason. All the customers in her beauty shop heard it and gagged!

Of all the clubs I've been to I missed out with studio 54. I was born in the early 70's too young to boogie. If I could ever go back in history I would love to go back and live in the days of that legandary club.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It was all that and the bag of chips.
Sometimes I have dreams about then.

But then came Mudd...oh so yummy.