Ernie Glam

I was thinking this weekend about Ernie. He was one of the most beautiful and gifted of The Club Kids; despite his association with Michael Alig, he always was able to see that there was something waiting for him beyond the coke, ecstasy, and crystal. One day, my boyfriend at the time and I took hold of him and nursed him out of a very, very bad drug scene; it took some time, but we knew he was different than the rest of the rabble. Ernie was stronger than most and came out of the madness to pursue a career in journalism; I'll never forget the day I traveled out to Hoboken to meet his All-American new boyfriend as he climbed out of the hole of Clubland. Not to long ago I spoke with him and he had moved on from a job editing for The Village Voice to a local newspaper in New Jersey; he is another who survived the holocaust that was New York club life in the 90's.

Still, at the hey-day of club kingdom, he was one of the best. I'll never forget the Outlaw Party at the MacDonalds' in Times Square when he showed up wearing a cloth face mask with four-inch nails protruding from it; it shocked the shit out of my friends visiting from Boston and, that night is immortalized in the movie, Party Monster.

Just for fun I googled him after writing this and came up with many articles he has written and others about Ernie and all the other Party Monsters I hung around with. Ah, the memories.