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12/07/2004: "take your protein pills and put your helmet on--"

"Excuse me, do you know what kind of music this is?" some random kid at Fabric asks me.
"This particular tune? Well, some people call it microhouse," I say.
He scrunches his face a little, raises an eyebrow, and then cups his fingers into a triangle.
"Microhouse. Is that like a little house, then?"
[He looks out of his head, but genuinely confused. The room, by the way, is swirling.]
"Yes, like a little house, but with music playing inside of the house! You can hear it through the windows!" I say.
"A little house with music, then."
"Yeah," I say, grinning.
"That sounds nice, a little house. I've always wanted one."

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That is precisely the kind of conversation had in any number of clubs this Saturdya just gone. And that's why getting off your arse and out of the house is worth it EVERY time.

Glad Fabric bestowed fun on your shoulders and in your eyes. I read the post below and didn't really recognise the club described (I think we've become a little bored of the place here in the UK) but it's good to know that it still packs a punch.

All the best.

Mark Spit said @ 12/08/2004 05:48 AM EST