The New York Post caught up with Michael Alig, Peter Gatien’s daughter, Steve Lewis and others to reminisce about the Limelight ahead of the Limelight movie DVD release on Tuesday. Not much else to say about the Limelight that hasn’t already been said here, but it’s always fun to hear stories from the people who lived them. The Limelight movie overall received mixed reviews when it premiered at the Tribeca Film Festival last year, but we’re still excited to see it.
JEN Gatien: “I remember when I was 20, Bruce Springsteen walked up and said, ‘I’ve always wanted to come in here. Do you think I could get a tour?’ So I gave him a tour of the club, and it had this inflatable [Moon Bounce] — you know, one of those things that kids jump inside of. So we both took off our boots and jumped around. I’d regularly see celebrities like Leonardo DiCaprio, Mark Wahlberg, Juliette Lewis, Adrien Brody, Vin Diesel, Chloé Sevigny.”
Alig: “I started Disco 2000 on Wednesday nights [in 1990], a multifaceted, pansexual extravaganza for the super-jaded, featuring topless green transsexuals and little old ladies from Pasadena that used to be men. Not your grandfather’s club!”
Owen: “I remember standing on the balcony with Peter in ’95 or ’96, saying, ‘This can’t go on, the authorities are going to crack down.’ Kids were lying comatose on the floor.”
Lewis: One night in March 2006, “Michael asked to borrow my car, and I asked why. He said, ‘Well, I killed Angel [Melendez, his drug dealer], and I’m going to chop up the body, put it in a box, put it in your trunk and dump it.’ I said, ‘Michael, get the f - – k away from me.’ I knew he had gone down a very bad road with drugs, but this was the most absurd thing I’d heard.”
Alig: “I had been in my apartment with Angel and another club kid, Freeze. We got into a stupid argument over that black leather cap Angel wore. We just hated that hat. We were out of our heads on Special K and Rohypnol. Angel was biting me, and I was trying to make him stop, so Freeze hit him with the handle part of the hammer. Then I put a sweatshirt in Angel’s face. We were these lumbering K-hole oafs. We didn’t think he was dead until seven hours later. It was almost like a hallucination. [Not] to say that I am not completely responsible for it, because I am.”