It's 9:30pm Saturday, and I *just* got up...and the pain I felt before I crashed out this afternoon was totally worth what I got out of last night. Was that not one of the most consistently good sets Toronto has seen in a while or what?
The beats were completely relentless. I hadn't eaten *anything* since 10am friday and I was just super tired and outta energy, but Howells music took over that part of my brain that would tell me to shut down functions like dancing. I didn't stop moving for 7 hours, and Lisa and I closed up the house, with pleas for '1 more, 1 more'. We got 1+1 extra, and everyone was all smiles for it.
Maybe weirdest of all was running into a couple of old university friends - Nargis and Boris, and seeing a dude I saw at a club in Germany last summer.
I met a lot of Tribe people, mostly through Lisa, so word to each of you; I was the little guy at the front near the end, with black shirt, short hair, and grey pants.
Thanks Lisa for helping me implant the funky beats of "what the fuck?" in my head for good.
And Malia, you are one *car-azay* chick! You could power a small nation with your energy level.
Cheers all;
~Josh