Fwee as a boird
Know what I’ve discovered? Friday evenings. No, not nights, but evenings.
While most folk are either winding down from the week or getting geared up for the weekend, the grocery stores are left uncrowded and the laundromats nearly empty. I took advantage of this fact and hit up Trader Joe’s, managing to get there, stock up on foodstuffs, and get home in about an hour. Fantastique! (It’s the small triumphs, you know.)
Later that night I went to Temple for the first time to hear David Harness and Louie Vega spin. It was like a typical superclub, with a marble interior so the lights had more of an effect. David has put the weight back on, but spun in Dajae’s “Brighter Day” for me. I spent I don’t know how much on overpriced drinks served in, like, baby cups, but didn’t want my breath to smell, so made the idiot decision of buying a $7 pack of mints from one of the candy girls.
The night itself was…lacking. It was bad enough that no one was available or could afford to come with, but there was just nothing sparkling about the whole affair. I got my dance on before boredom set in, and I set sail for home.
And what is with the total lack of vocal records? Just gimme a song with words for Chrissake, and make sure they’re fun and uplifting. Am I axing for the mundo?
Makes me miss ever more the End Up days of the early 2000’s, when David and Ruben would spin these amazing disco sensations, songs that you couldn’t buy in the stores or download online. It was just that good and special of a time.
