What an interesting night. It was worth having to venture into Turbo on my own *gasp* for this one.
There were plenty of friendly faces upon my arrival, although not outside. It was close to two I guess, and there was zero people in line. I half guess that might be the case because of the chaos the night before, but when I walked upstairs I realized how few people were actually there.
I was pretty happy to hear that Barry Weaver hadn’t started yet, my timing on that was perfect! The crowd was pretty chill, I’m guessing most of them partied the night before as well! Such as Libradragon, who made sure I knew she had only had three hours sleep, and that I was to give my “hardcore” membership back. Not on your life baby!
I ended up staying mostly in the front tonight, which I hadn’t done in awhile. It certainly does give you a different view of things.
Barry Weaver was phenomenal. His tracks were hard and the tempo was crazy. most of the time all I could do was bounce. People were lovin’ him though, screaming and yelling, hands in the air, and all smiles! At times I would just turn to people during some insane build and go “What?”, and they would just shake their heads in awe right along with me.
Nice to meet some more people from the board, Gizmo and Tella, and thanks to Flea, for his fabulous introduction skills. There were some familiar faces too, Chrome, Shadrach, Par-T, Eclipze, (guy you have got to tell me what the hell is so funny) and Kate and Suke were doing a fabulous job of tearing up the dance floor! Suke attempted to share some of his musical knowledge with me, (and he knows I always appreciate it) but all I heard was “Blah blah…track I was telling you about…blah bli blah…wait for it…bla blah blah…that’s the zone.” (You will have to expand a bit for me.)
Barry was still tossing down some slammin’ tracks as we left, and he definitely lived up to his reputation despite a few technical difficulties (like his needle breaking). Too bad more people didn't show up for it.
Joanna
I think I should sleep next time.
