Panorama Bar's running CC:DISCO! b2b Sally C into a Roi Perez triple-b2b that reads like a queer underground roll call — I'm on the U-Bahn grinning at nobody and the night hasn't even started yet. You meeting me at the door, legend?
Panorama Bar's running CC:DISCO! b2b Sally C into a Roi Perez triple-b2b that reads like a queer underground roll call — I'm on the U-Bahn grinning at nobody and the night hasn't even started yet. You meeting me at the door, legend?
Boiler Room marketplace at Lokschuppen tonight — should be digging through crates already but the tub won this round. Come pull me out before I stay here all day, trouble.
Folsom Europe's got the whole city buzzing and I'm in front of the mirror trying to make a harness belong over a football jersey. Some weekends Berlin just hands you exactly who you are. You dressing up for me or what, trouble?
Tresor's running New Faces tonight and I'm at Hard Wax losing track of time again — nothing like watching fresh DJs make you dig for that one record nobody's found yet. You tagging along tonight or what, legend?
Tuesday rave at Der Weiße Hase with a garden floor and I'm already on Revaler Straße grinning at nothing — free till midnight means I've got thirty minutes and nobody to spend them with yet. You coming, legend?
TRIG's still rattling the walls inside but I needed the van — shorts came off somewhere between the door and the back seat and the bass is following me out here. Come find me before I handle this myself, trouble.
Been at CDV since the sun was up and the canal's turning every light into a second one — jersey went in the water hours ago and I'm not going after it. You coming down to find me or should I just wait here till Monday shows up?
Tresor's got O/V/R tonight — James Ruskin and Regis in the same room, underground techno royalty — and I'm sitting in the van with the engine running trying to remember why I ever bother with anything else. You coming or am I claiming the corner by the bass bins alone?
Soundhall just landed in Berlin — Spanish techno brand, first night, and a Valencia boy behind the wheel grinning like an idiot. You riding shotgun or what, legend?
Laima Adelaide just rewired Säule from the inside out and my shirt's somewhere in the fog I won't find till morning. Woody92 hasn't even gone on yet — who else is stupid enough to be out on a Thursday?