Layo & Bushwacka were unreal. Two guys, four turntables, and total musical annihilation until two. I could not even believe the noise that came off the DJ table. Wow. Ran into Jeanne sans Jason, who is about to move away to Hawaii. Next week should be an incredible time. It’s her going-away party, or something. […]
Another friday, another Stopspot. With Emmett along for the ride again, I headed for SF again. This night featured Tony of the Funky Tekno Tribe. The music was, of course, top shelf. We ran into Sally and Chris yet again. It was fun. I really hate people who feel the need to light a bowl […]
Yes, another Staple in my belt. That makes four in less than a month. I think I’m becoming a regular, or something. They seem to have worked out whatever negativity dislocated the party last weekend. I was looking forward to hearing from house guru, Ron Trent (a NYC native). I arrived at 10:30, expecting to […]
StopSpot yet again. I’m nothing if not predictable. I arrived at 9:15, slipped in, took a seat, and waited. At eleven, the club was still fairly empty, though there were a few of us on the hardwood in front of the 1200s. I didn’t run into any of the people I met there last week, […]
Today was the production team’s Beer Bash, a newly minted tradition where I work. We had a little brainstorming session yesterday to decide how to make everyone “look like bitches.” We came up with a shindig that noone will top for a long time. In the brainstorming session, we decided we’d need a bartender and […]
On recommendation from Lisa (the one from last Friday), Emmett and I decided to head up to Vinyl, which happens on thursdays at the Rawhide. It seems like most of the events I go to these days happen at the Rawhide. Despite the taxidermy on the walls, I kinda like the space, and most of […]
Happy Valentine’s Day. I didn’t have to work today, but I went in anyway to see if any of the people I met this weekend sent me e-mail (I, for the record, do not check work e-mail from home). After all, I gave away six business cards on Friday and Saturday nights. I got e-mail […]
The sign on the metal gate at Rawhide read “Closed Tonight.” “Fuck,” I said. “I just fucking drove from mountain view and they’re cancelling Staple on me?!?“ The voice came from the Jeep behind me. “I guess we’re not at Rawhide tonight. Go to the 11:11 Lounge. We’re gonna move Staple there.” It was Fil […]
Another Friday night at StopSpot. On this particular weekend, my coworker, Emmett, decided to hang with me. We headed up to the city in the pouring rain. He said that he never went out to clubs and that he wasn’t quite sure how to dance. We arrived at 9:45. Emmett needed very little instruction, as […]
How to begin? One word: damn. I decided to go up to Staple. I got on the dancefloor about 10. The DJs, John Tejada and Aquavee, were spinning a set from which dreams are made. The infectiousness of the music induced this dancer to ignore physical limitations and break through into other dimensions of sound […]
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