Ain't it SICK(3)

So the club tosses SHIFT every once in a while in favor of a more hardcore industrial sound.
I don't mind, its the same DJ, and he's pretty kickass. I haven't been out in a while; last week I had just gotten home from spending the day in the hospital, and the week before we had planned to head out on Sunday, but it was some live punk band instead.

I'm not angry enough for punkcore anymore. Also, I am pretty much angst free these days. So we skipped. This week I felt like moving, and so we hit the club, spun some lights, and had a good time. Hit the groove fairly early on, and miracle fantastic, my headache vanished. I could feel it dissolve in the rush, and I kept up the pace enough that it didn't come back for the whole night.

It's much better even now, so I am seriously considering hitting up the gym for an hour or so of cardio, to see if that might help things along. I had been extremly anxious about what would happen, and if full-on exertion would cause it to trigger. I am quite relieved to find that the opposite seems to be the case. Glorious.

Cast and Crew:

Doorman: Paulie. Waved us through with a smile, its nice to see the establishment missed us as much as we did it.

DJs: DJ Dervish manned the tables most of the night, passing off to DJ Nameless (who has yet to earn his name, all the dropped beats in the night seemed to be his workmanship. He is still only mediocre, but I think Dervish is trying to help him out a bit with that.) And he was really, really very good. Industrial can be a hard spin, it has sub-genres within sub-genres, and occasionally it's a little wearing, one requires a few softer melodic content, even if its just for contrast.

I've been spinning lights there for long enough now that they watch for the rings; as soon as I slip them on, they hit the fog machines to make way for the ambient light show. I like this, it's apparently been happening for a while, tonight was the first night I really noticed it; before it seemed more coincidental.

I just like to move really, I don't hop onstage, I don't really limelight per se, in fact, part of the reason I switched to rings was so that I would never have to hit the stage in order to have enough room to move. I weave around the crowd, or in my space, or with the Muse- and I'd do it if I was the only person in the room.

The Muse tired out early, I think the music got to her a bit - she favours the more eclectic modern rock sounds, remixed for the dance floor. She gets into the things she's heard before. I don't surf for music much, and only occasionally listen to the radio. The job of the DJ is to play things one would like to hear, and for the most part everything is new to me.

Its all very structured though, I know how a piece is going to play after just a few rounds of musical phrasing. I was brought up in music, classical, orchestral, folk, rock, alternative, techno, house, jazz- anything and everything. Everyone in my family aunts, uncles, cousins, has been taught to sing and play at least one instrument. My father plays four, my mother as well. I myself play the piano, and have a good time of it.

I should really get one for my house now that it is a house and not an apartment.

So I spun lights just for her for a while, it's fun to put on a private show, even if its in front of a crowd.

At some point the Muse gets asked if she has any ecxtasy. I should say not. We don't do drugs. I have many friends who do, and I don't mind being around them. I've become acustomed to the question, most people with my focus are on drugs, and certainly the art itself is psychedelically friendly.

That isn't to say I don't get high, I most certainly do, it is amazing what adrenaline, endorphins and self-hypnosis can do. But they are all very natural highs, the perfect movements, the right piece of music, the rush of making love in all the right places. But these things are good for you, and drugs- well, not so much. There is always a price to pay for altering your own body chemistry, and most often, that price is much higher than what one would expect.

Dawit: Looking as usual, hit the stage for a few minutes with the Dark Ballerina. I haven't seen her there for a while, it's good to see she is still around from time to time.

Librarian/Bookkeeper: Out and having fun, the Librarian was sporting a full length latex evening gown, black with a white strip criss-crossing the torso. Amazing; I have to save up to get something in the same vien for the Muse, she has the perfect body for something like that. Indeed, the Muse carries the perfect body. Period.

Shame: Said hello, offered a high five on the way by to both of us. I feel slightly hypocritical in not leaving him hanging, but I'm not one to carry a grudge. I only get irritated if you hit on my girlfriend while I am there. Otherwise, I try to let it go, or I'd be angry all the time- the Muse is harrassed by men constantly. Everyone of them it seems is just waiting in the wings to try their luck. If she steps out of the safety zone (about 15 ft) someone is always there to come knock-knock-knocking at her door.

She has gotten into the habit of pointing me out and mentioning I would probably skin them alive. Which I find endearing. I'm not the violent type, though I am frightfully good at it, and would find another way to resolve such a problem unless there was no other way.

You only have to take it until you can't take it anymore.

Augustin/Strawberry: Popped in for a while to get a drink and danced for a bit. They seem to know Librarian and Friend.

Oh! Some poor chap tried to hit on the Librarian and she shot him down proactively. It was goddamn amazing. You could see him on the fringe, trying to work up the nerve. He gathered up his testicles and walked over, about to offer up his line. About two feet away, she didn't really even look at him, she just moved. And three things became suddenly apparent:

a) The Librarian is not someone you just casually hit on. She is queen over her little territory, and you had better have one hell of a game to even consider it.

b) The Librarian is Dark Tribe, and her casual approach to dance (a sort of bobbing half step) belies the fact that she is very much into her little moment, and that it is a moment you may watch, but are not actually a part of in any way.

c) Buddy's testicles had suddenly retreated up into his small intestine.

He kind of stumbled a hasty retreat, giving her a wide space. Her zone, projected without a specific focus, had castrated the man on the spot. It was awesome. Respect.

Bartenders: Bruno and Boots. Boots managed to remember my drink without me saying, so good on her, and Bruno was doing very well the whole night. The Muse thinks Bruno was giving me the eyes, though she tends to think that of every woman who looks at me. I don't know, maybe there is something to that. I'm pretty terrible at seeing these things when I'm not looking for them.

A girl would pretty much have to grab my penis and put it in her before I recognized any kind of flirting action going on. It took me six years to figure out dancing and flirtation practices in a club setting, and even then, the only evidence that I got something right is this gorgeous fantasy girlfriend who seems to prefer my company to that of any other man. I still dunno how I managed that, maybe she's right- I say I picked her, she says she picked me. We're prolly both right. I don't think I could have done it without her.

No Coat Check

Drinks: Rum and Coke, interspersed with water and Jaeger. Much Red Bull. Tasty.

All in all a great night. Danced so hard I am still sore three days later. Pretty much perfect.

Cheers!