Last SHIFT

So it looks as though the industrial sounds of SHIFT Sundays are coming to a close. DJ Dervish spun his last set with co-host DJ Syborg, and did a damn fine job. The Muse and I were a bit late, she had to work until midnight, but we did catch the last few bits, and all seems alright. Certainly a bit more hardcore industrial than the Muse likes, a bit to mettalic for my own tastes as well.

SHIFT had a following because up until the last few weeks, it boasted what Saturadys used to have but gave up. I think a lot of the Dark Tribe misses that classical style, the more haunting melodies and dark psy feel that made New City what it is. Still, people are people, and our Sanctuary is exactly that - we still come and dance. Music at New City is kind of like the weather here in Alberta. If you don't like it, wait five minutes; it will probably change to something completely different.

At any rate, it marks the end of Sunday nights in general at the club - kind of unfortunate, because that made three nights a week, one of which usually worked out to our busy schedules.

Cast and Crew:

Doorman: Brutus. He knows us, its nice to get waved in. Class act.

ScottHawk: Always in fine form. New green on the mohawk. Looks alright, not as eyepopping as the orange. Still, always time for a hi-bye that guy, its nice to see a familiar face.

Bookkeeper: The Librarian was nowhere in sight. She still rocks it pretty hard by herself. She likes it when they spin German opera into the techno, can't say I disagree, I've always liked that iconic feel. She had on some new pants, black denim, almost bell-bottems, zippers on the sides. Very stylish. Classic black arm length shirt with super tiny ruffles that went all the way around.

Strawberry/Augustin: Augustin was looking pretty wiped, prolly had a huge brithday bash to recover from. Saw Strawberry on her way to the bar and said hi, but I have a hard time starting good conversations. The Muse wasn't there yet, and I feel all tense without her there with me. She's the anchor on the ocean storm, I like to have that set before I venture out to far on my own.

Dark Ballerina: In fine form. New shoes, some sort of stilletto with a half platform on the back. There with a random, Krys I think she said. I think she brought her man out Saturday, good to know they get out together, I appreciate that sort of thing more these days. One of the Muses constant delights is that she can fit in almost anywhere, like me. Its great to be with someone who can keep up like that, I'll bet anyone in the same boat would miss it if it wasn't there.

Chrome Rainbow: A new face, hard to miss with the two huge silver chains he wears criss-crossed instead of a shirt. Multicolored 'hawk, black to green to yellow tips. Skinny. He cant dance, but seems to enjoy himself anyways. He's trying to make an impression, and I suppose he does. What that impression is is another thing entirely.

Bartenders: Bruno and Boots, Bruno serving up most of the drinks. Fairly cheap as well, had a few redbulls, and the ever present jaeger shots. The Muse had a few drinks, but we both took it a bit easy, Monday comes hard for us both.

No coat check: Besides its summer, who the hell would wear a coat?

All in all pretty decent. Not to much advancement on the friends front, but slow and steady and all that. Twice bitten twice shy, etc. It's harder I think when one is not playing a role. Real friends take time, so its probably just as well.