Staple
Got up somewhat earlier than I usually do, watched a couple of movies, and procrastinated doing anything useful. Finally, I headed out the door for San Franncisco about 6pm. Everything seemed to be running late for some reason.
I got to Patrick’s place at 7:30. He lives in the vicinity of Lombard and Van Ness in San Francisco. The evil part wasn’t getting to the city. It was getting around in the city. I was within San Francisco by 6:45. It took an additional 45 minutes to get off the 101 North and onto Van Ness. There must have been a ballgame, or something, because traffic was clogged up pretty much from the Cesar Chavez exit, halfway across town.
Eventually, I found a place to park and went to hang with Patrick and Gigi. We had boiled potatoes and a very good salad and some weird Swiss cheese and talked about Linux and Napster and all kinds of geek stuff. It was a hoot.
Of course, eventually, it was time to head down for Mateo & Matos at staple. Inhuman, Staple resident, was on the decks when we arrived, around 10:20, spinning a grooveable deep house set. Around midnight, Mateo & Matos took the decks, laying down the most incredible set of extraordinarily soul- and disco-tinged deep dark funky house that I have heard in a long time. The music didn’t even let up to let me catch my breath. It was relentless, driving me to get down such that my shirt was literally dripping by the end of the night.
Everyone showed up tonight, too, including Sally, Dana and her incredibly cute friend (Sylvia), Annie (along with Leika and Mina), and some other recognizable regulars. Sally ended up hanging out with this group of foreign girls, whom she tried to hook me up with. The German brunette was pretty, and the amazonian Columbian girl was incredibly scrumptious. I ended up giving lessons to a blonde girl from Mexico and bidding a fond farewell to all at the end of a very sweaty and deliriously beautiful experience at Staple, yet again.
No matter where you live, go see Mateo & Matos if they appear on a marquee in your area. Period. Don’t miss these guys—they’ll blow your mind.