The Dumper is no more
We all saw it coming —
ShangHeights’ beloved (and much used) party palace, appropriately known as The Dumper, is soon to be no more.
For those of you who never had the pleasure of heading down into the subterranean depths to get down and dirty, only the wild tales remain. Crawling through the bent-back chain-link fence, squeezing past the plywood over the hole left by the long gone front door, and then descending the staircase was like being born anew into a low ceilinged Christmas-light paradise of a basement.
And what a basement!
Think Silence of the Lambs. Think SAW. No one knows why the basement was so huge, so twisty-turny. All anyone knows is that the sound down there was amazing. And when the music was turned up, pumping the most intense Deep House or the filthiest trap, you felt not only the need to dance and mingle, but more importantly, you felt frisky free.
Were you there in body and sweat for Dan Deacon’s 3 hour set? Do you remember when ∆ made the whole crowd tremble in liquid-metal synthesizer ecstasy? Everyone can probably agree though, the most memorable night at The Dumper occurred last week when the staircase collapsed, trapping partiers on the packed dance floor. With improvised rope ladders and an old-fashioned leg up, everyone fled to the sound of ambulances and that fully sick Say My Name remix. We all prayed for our friends and the venue we loved.
Sadly, those prayers went unanswered.
Most devastated of all is Dumper honcho and promoter Tieler Liddle, whose legendary pop-up parties on the Coney Island boardwalk and in lower Manhattan bank vaults established his reputation for hassle-free, rule-loose, pop-up party trending.
We tried unsuccessfully to reach Tieler to see if a recovery is in the cards – he reportedly raised thousands of dollars to sustain DJ Magic Jackson, fellow promoter and Red Hook resident whose sound equipment and extensive vinyl library were destroyed by the Superstorm.
A fundraiser, or even a legal campaign to stay the City’s Department of Housing order for demolition, seems unlikely at this point, but we should all be on the lookout for the next place to raise hell in the lower depths of Brooklyn.