Greg Bruce makes an unwelcome offering on a pilgrimage to the spiritual home of DJing.

The last club I tried to get into was The Roxy in Auckland's Fort Lane, two years ago. I was turned away by a couple of doormen who looked at my conservative middle age appearance feat. chinos and told me it was a private party - even though it wasn't.

I thought of those doormen at 10.18pm on a Saturday night last month in New York City, when I entered a club called Le Bain, which was hosting the coolest party I had ever been

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