The former Marrz nightclub got a makeover last year, and the new venue, called Diesel is a great place to hear live music in downtown Wilmington. When there are shows, the acoustics are pretty good. Unfortunately, in this economy, booking bands is not the money-making venture that it once was, so you will probably have to settle for the nightclub feel when you roll in there. That feel leans toward the dancing and clubbing atmosphere that other clubs in the area already provide.
You can attend Doucebag Thursdays, where amateur fighters get to pummel each other for you enjoyment. “Hey. What’s up. I’ve never fought before. Can I fight someone? OK. Thanks. My name? Mike Tyso…I mean Micheal Tymonsongren.”
Fridays are for live music, and Saturdays are for DJ dancing. The crowd is a nice mix of college and downtown partygoers. Note the door policy, which is not at all different from the other downtown dance venues, but still always funny:
– No do-rags, beanies or bandanas ( So the Pope is not welcome either? That’s a good thing with all those young men running around.)
– No work boots, bare feet, ripped or torn shoes (What about romper-stomper Doc Martens?)
– Smart casual attire preferred (Preferred, but optional. What about stupid clothes, like a dress that doesn’t quite fit or a dress shirt that does not complement your tan?)
– No athletic jerseys, sleeveless shirts, tank tops (males) ( So Snookie can show up? Please add Boston Red Sox hats to this list. Please.)
– No ripped or torn clothing ( What if Jean Paul Gaultier personally ripped them and signed them; that would make them priceless and would command the yearly salary of the bartender at auction.)
– No club/gang related colors or camo ( What if your gang happens to wear pink pop-collared shirts and khaki pants. Everyone knows that is the largest gang in town that deals the most drugs, resulting in the most crime.)
All joking aside, Diesel was a lot of fun…to rip on. We did not get to enjoy the VIP area because who wants to be cooped up there with superdouches when most of the hot people are in the main area–and we were out of cash by that point of the night. The night we were there seemed to be a toolkit night, but it was nice to see that a few brothers have learned how to adapt to the downtown dress code and were getting busy with the polar bears on the dance floor.
The place is smart enough not to be open every night and lose money on the light bill during the week. So go there for a Corona a little after midnight, see if it fits your taste, pick your polar bear or skinny puppy and head to somewhere less annoying, like the Holiday Inn. There’s a nice little quiet spot on the back at the end of the bar where you can hear yourself (and your prospect). If you can spend more than an hour in a this poorly named joint, you are very desperate or you are trying to sober up for the drive home.
Seriously, if you name your spot Diesel there had better be girls fire shooting out of their pussies on stage, not this tepid shit. Just sayin’. As always experience this “exclusive” rat trap for yourself and let us know.
Mark Sinclair Vincent…Out!