Kantine's got Okkyung Lee and Mortazavi playing live tonight — proper sit-down-and-listen stuff — so I'm burning off the restlessness in the van first. Passenger door's unlocked, trouble.
Kantine's got Okkyung Lee and Mortazavi playing live tonight — proper sit-down-and-listen stuff — so I'm burning off the restlessness in the van first. Passenger door's unlocked, trouble.
Sisyphos starts tonight and runs all weekend, so breakfast is a strategy, not a vibe. Fueling up properly before the marathon swallows me whole. You cooking the second round or keeping the coffee coming, buddy?
Säule has Nous'klaer tonight — Nikos live, Oberman, Thaïs — and instead of sleeping in I'm on the floor digging for warm-up records. Still deciding if the jersey survives till the door. Come dig through the crate with me or just keep me company down here, legend?
New club on the list tonight — elipamanoke is hosting Between x Carpenox for the first time, all-FLINTA lineup, breaks sliding into hard techno. Wardrobe's still undecided but the mirror's already voting. Shirt stays on or goes on the chair, hotshot?
Tresor's got a masked Headless Horseman tonight and I promised myself the basement — Los Santos had other plans. One more mission and I'm out the door, legend?
Sisyphos is down to its last breaths and honestly so am I — the jersey surrendered long before I did. You keeping me upright till the final record or carrying me home, trouble?
Ninety minutes of Sunday league in the legs and Zenner's weekender closing still waiting — mid-change by the van, muddy kit going club-ready. You finishing the job or making me walk in like this, trouble?
Phase Fatale, Darwin and SECONDS on one Klubnacht bill and I've been staring at the ceiling since the birds started. Coffee first, then the big call — sleep it off or ride straight through to tonight. You making the call for me, hotshot?
Rødhåd's got the main floor in a chokehold and I came up for air — jersey's given up, I haven't. You finding me in the smoke or making me wait, trouble?
Acid Arab's kicking off their LA HAFLA weekender at Gretchen and I claimed the curb early — raï meeting electronics is exactly my kind of mess. You an early-queue type or showing up fashionably late, buddy?