That was my response to everyone at System last night. You see, I decided to show up wearing my red number Roots shirt with a big white number 7 on the front of it. Get it..Cevin/Seven!? Ok...so I am kinda a goof, but also a fan of this DJ. It was another fun filled action packed night.
Dino and Terry warmed things up fairly nicely. Although they aren't my favourite opening DJ's, some new tracks were dropped and the BPM's were up to speed where they should be. I'm sure if they ever met me they would want to kick my ass as I complain about them so much. The place wasn't too packed....but the vibe felt as though the people who came to see Mr. Fisher knew what they were in store for.
"BLOW SHIT UP" was the shirt that Cevin was wearing.....and that he did indeed. The tracks that were played on the 1200s behind the plexiglass were just unfuckingreal. I heard everything.....tribal, trance, booty house, progressive, techno....All of these sounds were not rolled into one sound. Instead, each track shifted from genre to genre until I just didn't know what was coming next. Every mix felt like a surprise. Each mix was solid. Every new track felt as though I was receiving a real treat....And then thoughts started run wild in my head as I thought of days past when I first heard Cevin at Industry. With my blood stream awash with alcohol it sure as heck felt like I was at Industry.
Mesmorized by da beats, I made my way to the front of the stage to see him up close. Tonight it's very dark and I can bearly see him as the tiny white lights from the three turntables provide some illumination. People are groovin'.....jackin'.....bobbin'.....hustlin'. Cevin has mastered art of movin' butts. *Sigh* My butt is starting to get tired....but I just can't stop. I can't stay still...So I ain't gonna fight it!
Highlight of the night had to be watching Mark James and Evil P, in awe of Cevin, giving up their soul to the rhythm.
Peace Party People
(I have not yet BEGUN to party)