Aside from the music stuff--which is great of course--everything else is heading south, unfortunately. (You can email me if you want the nightmarish details.) This week has been one of the absolute worst in recent memory. So posts here will probably be on the short side, and not as detailed as I'd like. This situation will be remedied soon.
Last night was Dan Bell, Magda, and Alex Smoke at WMF. Beautiful. Best Dan Bell set I've ever seen. The dude just looked so much happier than he looks in New York. His set was a lot less hard than I expected; it was really colorful techno, with ribbons of house and disco running through it. Prismatic. I walk over to the bar and hey look--Steve Bug and Troy Pierce are getting drinks. I meet John Tejada, who is standing next to the DJ booth. He tells me he really doesn't like clubs that much, even though he goes to them all the time. Good grief it really is weird to see all these people in one place.