Friday, April 22, 2005
97
Rolling up to east campus. Friday night, no agenda. Word of something good on the haps. DJ Relate is gonna spin. Walk into some 80 year old house. Sweet porch. We don't get those in CA. This is the place to which the flyer directed you. Maybe a $5 cover, but usually a two spot is requested. Black sheeting on the wall, some mood lighting. Anime playing on a TV in the corner, keeps your attention for a few.
Pulsating beats hits your feet. The fuckin' basement. We don't have those either. Go on down. Relate is on. Some decent "Daft Punk", then some shit you've never heard before, and never will again. Damp, musty, and moving bodies. Start moving. Put your drink down on the fuse box. Soon enough, you remove your poly sport coat. eyes closed. I smell mint. The smoke machine refreshes. Laser lighting, strobes. Say hi to a few you know. Keep going. After twenty minutes, open eyes again, a new dj is on. He plays some Kraftwerk that re-animates the bones, muscles, and nerves you retired long ago. The smoke machine billows... keep going. This will never end.
Rolling up to east campus. Friday night, no agenda. Word of something good on the haps. DJ Relate is gonna spin. Walk into some 80 year old house. Sweet porch. We don't get those in CA. This is the place to which the flyer directed you. Maybe a $5 cover, but usually a two spot is requested. Black sheeting on the wall, some mood lighting. Anime playing on a TV in the corner, keeps your attention for a few.
Pulsating beats hits your feet. The fuckin' basement. We don't have those either. Go on down. Relate is on. Some decent "Daft Punk", then some shit you've never heard before, and never will again. Damp, musty, and moving bodies. Start moving. Put your drink down on the fuse box. Soon enough, you remove your poly sport coat. eyes closed. I smell mint. The smoke machine refreshes. Laser lighting, strobes. Say hi to a few you know. Keep going. After twenty minutes, open eyes again, a new dj is on. He plays some Kraftwerk that re-animates the bones, muscles, and nerves you retired long ago. The smoke machine billows... keep going. This will never end.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Tonight I stopped to smell the roses.
