Let's see if my brain is together enough to make a coherent post.

I went to Onyx's final night this evening. Drank, danced, and... very very loud. Long term exposure could lead to deafness. But hey, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.

A crowded night. A drunk night. Even one of the DJ's got so drunk that when she managed to treat the crowd to to a heavy dose of feedback at full volume while trying to announce a song, she just looked blankly at the mixing board for a second while everyone's eardrums were popping, and then just kept talking through the feedback until someone else jumped in and brought the mike level down. Whoops. After that, the other DJ took over for the rest of the night. A wise decision.

There was also a Janet-at-the-superbowl impersonater, except apparently she didn't get the memo that Janet only exposed one breast, not two. And Janet's weren't hanging out for an entire song either. However, apparently nobody felt compelled to inform her of this. No complaints here.

Goddamn. No more Onyx. How fucked up is that?

Shortly before closing, the owner of the place took the mike and addressed the crowd. Thanked everybody for an awesome four years, said "I love you all", and commented that if every Friday had been as busy as this one, it would have easily been able to keep going. He also encouraged people to check out 314. (That what the Onyx building will be when it reopens under the new name, with different music on most nights, plus whatever other aesthetic changes get made.)

It seemed like most of the people were too drunk and/or didn't give enough of a shit to pay much attention while he talked. A small group of 3 or 4 managed to get enough coordination between them to yell back a "fuck you" which pierced through the rest of the crowd noise. Damn. I know they were probably too drunk to know what the hell was going on and/or were kidding, but fuck, that's rude.

I had fun dancing. I love to just hang back, and when it goes right, the music flows into my vains, every instrument and subtle intonation acting to inform some aspect of the movement. And then playing off what other people around me are doing which also adds to the whole energy of it.

aoeui',.p

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So this is what we degenerate into now? Line noise from the keyboard? Language is lost. all that matters is momentary impulse. Shit, it's time to stop this.

This doesn't have to be nearly as depressing as I'm letting my mind make it.

I remember the first time I went to Onyx. I was so fucking clueless. Hah. Maybe I still am, and just don't know it anymore.

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I think that now, ass happened to that DJ, I shall relieve myself from my post. Though I'm not physically drunk (still slightly intoxicated, perhaps), my mind is just not there right now.

Goodbye to a great club. It played a part to enhance my life, and I suspect the same for many others as well. Life goes on.