Thanksgiving Eve: The Resurrection of the Underground
Compact Disco's FIRST NYC Pop Up Event
It’s the night before Thanksgiving, and New York City is vibrating like a live wire — that perfect cocktail of anticipation, nostalgia, and unhinged joy before the nation collectively slips into a tryptophan coma. And this year, two titans of the music world are grabbing the city by the lapels and dragging it back to church — the Church of House.
In one corner, your host: Joe Berinato, better known to the faithful as Joe B — the A&R mastermind behind King Street Sounds’ golden era. For decades, he’s been the quiet architect behind some of the greatest records ever to light up a dance floor. Actor, comedian, promoter, and full-time music whisperer — Joe B doesn’t chase trends; he builds them.
In the other corner: Kenny Summit — forged in the chaos of Giuliani’s New York, back when Peter Gatien ruled the night and the Cabaret Law stalked every subwoofer in the city. Summit clawed his way through that madness to become an award-winning producer, editor of counterculture zines, tastemaker for Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, D&G, and Ralph Lauren, and the brains behind California’s legendary nightclub, Compact Disco — the first venue devoted entirely to the preservation of disco and house music culture.
Now, after years of mutual mischief and parallel conquest, these two are reuniting for one night only — a Thanksgiving Eve celebration that promises to rattle the walls of the Meatpacking District and remind everyone what real house music sounds like. This one’s for the heads, the purists, the lifers who know quality house when they hear it.
Tickets are $30 — and because this is a Summit production, that includes an all-night open bar. Yes, you read that right. All night. Open bar.
And just when you thought it couldn’t get wilder, Kenny Summit goes back-to-back with Planet B, celebrating B’s first-ever #1 single — a collab with our Canadian comrades The Patchouli Brothers.
Thanksgiving Eve in New York is always electric — everyone’s home, everyone’s restless, everyone’s ready to sin a little before the stuffing. This isn’t a party. It’s a pilgrimage. Bring your dancing shoes, your best intentions, and maybe a spare liver.
