Paradigm SHIFT

So DJ Dervish, a pretty damn fine DJ, and at least an honorary member of the Dark Tribe, has decided to run his own show Sunday nights.

I attended.

It was pretty amazing. The boy can spin.

Previously, I had reservations regarding his ability and taste - his sound is (or was) a little too grating overall, and hard to really step into for any prolonged period of time. Of course, these were also Dark Industrial outings, which calls for that sort of performance, so I was exceptionally pleased to find that when left up to his own devices, the man spins an even flow. Harsh in bits, soft in bits, damn near orchestral in others. A unique sense of timing, a remarkable ability for matching.

Some technical failure. I caught two mismatches and a full on dropped beat spread out over four hours, which all in all is not bad. I am very difficult to please; firstly because I have perfect relative pitch, and secondly because in being part of the music, harsh or technically incorrect transfers actually hurt.

I am a proprioceptive kinesthetic, meaning I have extra sets of nerve endings that run through my body. I feel with my muscles and movements what other people feel with their fingertips. Motion, emotion, thoughts and feeling are all the same to me. Dancing is like caressing the music with my body- it has texture and shape, it has movement and feeling. The vibrations of the sound itself are a sort of etherial medium to me, like water, or air - a substance that I become suspended in, and am a part of. When something is out of place, it is like a sharp edge on a smooth surface, or a rock thrown by a passing car. I feel it, and it is unpleasant to me.

The world is often a very harsh place to be. I take solace in loud, well written and well spun music, as it drowns out much of the painful noise I hear and feel throughout the course of a normal day. More on this later, I'm sure.

Three misplaced segments in an otherwise stunning session is a good enough marker to return.

Cast and Crew:

Quinn: Generally in coat check, but hangs out on occasion. Seems very nice.

Shame: Occasionally a bartender, sports an amazing tribal wing tattoo on his back. Seems likeable, but has the unfortunate habit of consistantly 'bumping' into the Muse. I am used to this, in some fashion, the Muse draws men like moths to a flame. Some are nicer about thier advances than others. Some are more respectful towards myself than others. I believe if you trust someone, you should let them take care of themselves, and so for the most part, I watch the Muse take care of those who approach her. When there seems to be any sort of situation developing, I simply make it clear that I am with Her, and so far that seems to do the trick.

I am six feet, four inches tall- the Muse is 6'2". It becomes clear to anyone that were are a match in more ways than association - we are of the same cloth, the same breed of people. I am solidly built; I have none of the gangly nature that generally comes from being so tall, and I consume vast quantities of sugar, leaving a light layer of extra weight covering my frame. Should I starve for a few months, I become quite cut, if I am contented for a few months, I lose some of that definition. At any given time I am between two-hundred twenty and two-hundred sixty pounds; even when heavy, the weight is evenly distributed along my body, and so I am neither fat nor slim, simply solid. To anyone with an eye for conflict, it is obvious that I can move faster and more solidly than most, and that I am practiced and proficient at what I do. This leaves only the mentally challenged who would attempt to to enter into physical conflict, and thankfully weak minds can be easily manipulated, leaving the vast majority of my life violence free.

Steev: An interest. He sports the nearly the same style of handlights I do, though seems to prefer handled glowsticks over my own uniquely fashioned rings. My own style is in fact reflective of what needs to be done to move in an endless, constantly shifting pattern of arcs and circles - the visual transference of ambient energy into a defined state. His style is far more aggressive, almost punk, with sharp bursts and pointed fists and stabs. He is learning more movement reversals, and is conscious of movement 'traps'; wherein the music or energy says to flow in a particular way, but the preceeding movement has rendered to required movement impossible to peform. He has been practicing, and I cannot wait to see how his talent develops.

Steev is interesting to me because he is on the verge of joining the Dark Tribe. His mind is establishing the connections between movement and music, and I beleive it will not be long until he has the spirit of it well in hand.

RedLocks: A larger girl with greenglowing dreads, in company of Steev. She works in LIFE, a gothic independant clothing store, creating and painting darker crafts of all kinds. I've seen her around.

Bartenders: Bruno and Boots

No Coat Check.

Time: 4 hours, with a fifteen minute break. I hit the zone fairly early on, and stayed up till the last beat.

Drinks: Barcardi Black at a predrink. Shots were 3.25, and so a few Jaeger were had. The Muse stuck to mostly water, feeling the rum pretty hard.

The Muse has taken to wearing her latex pants, and I for one, am all for it. That girl is sex and candy wrapped up in soft and pale skin.