For the first time in weeks, I haven't written a damn thing
in over two days, and I wrote scant little on Friday as well.
This could be attributed to multiple factors, but I think the
primary cause is that my brain is finally winding down again.
For real. Houston, we're touching down.
A secondary factor: My brother is in town for the weekend, which,
in theory, means more "family time". In actuality, we
haven't really spent that much time doing stuff together. But...
it does alter the chemistry. Or something.
Even now, I'm finding it very difficult to focus on writing...
Perhaps I'll finish later.
At the club again...
Last night, when I didn't feel like watching one of the dull-witted
"comedy" movies my mom and brother seem to love, I paid
to my new favorite club.
This time, my energy level was significantly lower than my
through-the-roof bursts of previous weeks.
Here's what made the night awesome:
During the first hour, while I was sitting drinking a beer
downstairs (my first and only drink of the night), one of the DJs
actually walked up to me, introduced himself, said he had
seen me around a bunch, and asked if there was anything I wanted
to hear. I replied that I couldn't think of anything off the top
of my head, but I thanked him, and told him I'd let him know if
I thought of anything. Wow, that was really cool. (I don't
know if he has a handle, but I saw him working with DJ Harlot
last week as well.)
I hadn't been planning to push my luck on this night, but
since he asked... A few minutes later, I walked up to
the DJ booth and asked them if they had heard of a band called
Chiasm. He hadn't. Harlot said she had heard of them, but she
didn't have any of the music with her. I said that I had the cd in my car,
and could bring it in if they felt like playing a song. (I knew I
was pushing my luck just a bit, because it is just slightly
outside the genre they've been establishing for Catacomb Sundays.
But... I dig the stuff, and dancing to it over the club sound system
is entirely more fun than car/headphones/apartment.)
The DJs accepted the cd, but said they probably wouldn't be
playing it until later in the night. I said no problem. I was
enjoying what they were playing anyway. (Or in moments when I
didn't, there's always the main room upstairs.)
Upstairs. DJ IX (I think?) playing Loreena McKinnett, and
packing the dance floor. Sweet.
I bumped into Elusis again and said hi. She appeared to be in very good
spirits.
Nods of recognition from people who I've seen around before, but
haven't formally met. Dammit, do I really want to leave this town?
At the very end of the night, they played my Chiasm track downstairs.
Track 4. Disorder. Though I was pretty much ready to collapse by that
point, I enjoyed
hearing it none the less. DJ Harlot actually went so far as to apologize
for putting it off til the end of the night. But what's to apologize
for? Well, they were really nice, almost overly so. (At several points
during the evening, both downstairs DJ's had also answered my little
questions regarding what
was currently playing.)
