BigBadBaldy
TRIBE Member
HaHa, first one home!
<toot own horn mode on> Gather round youngsters, BigBadBaldy has a tale to spin. A tale of endurance and more importantly, love for letting the music move your soul and body. Time: 7am. BBB shows up to work a fistfuck 17 hour shift in a busy kitchen. Chef. Mega responsibilities.
Time: 12am, BBB knocks back a few pops to smooth out the 85 Cokes and 73 americanos he drank all day and heads out to a promising party. He's old.. how old? REAL old (32). He knows he has to work at 7am the next day, but the promise of FINALLY catching the dukes spin is enough to motivate (even WITH an inconvenient heat rash on his botty) him to motor out to an old-skool warehouse party.
Time: 1:30am. BBB makes the scene. Sees several OLD friends from days gone by, and proceeds to shake his ever loving ass for a good 3 hours STRAIGHT. Several people tell him to stop dancing so hard, as the heat he's creating is beginning to cave in the ceiling. When reached for comment, KF had this to say:
"Yeah, he's not all that. What we need is a motorbooty showdown"(artistic embellishment)
<toot own horn mode OFF>
Wow. Seriously, what a great fukking party. Even though it was like dancing inside a volcano, it really reminded me of the vibe at the old warehouse parties I used to go to on Sudbury St back in '88/'89. Wicked tunes, different styles, no attitude, almost NO sketch factor, and only one asshole to deal with curtly (To: the fuck who gave me a hard time for getting him the FUCK out of my way (at first politely, then forcefully) so I could refill my water when I was obviously a BILLION degrees, hyperventillating and dehydrated, BITE ME.). Lotsa smiles, LOTS of friendly peeps who I don't know from a hole in the ground, GOOD FUCKING TUNES, GOOD FUCKING TIME.
This week, after not going out for the last three months or so (due to an increasing dislike for the "club" atmosphere), and then hitting Element on Thurs and then this has really reaffirmed my love for dancing as well as the need to seek out intimate more "unknown" parties. To those responsible, thank you so much. Great time.
@m: You fuck, you owe me. I lost about 5 lbs dancing NON-STOP to your set, and I demand a FULL and PROPER headline set from you two.
..as well as tequila.
I tried to catch you at the end to give you a pound, but you slipped away. Props to you an KF for good tunes (albeit with minor tech difficulties) and BOUNDLESS energy.
KF: I know you don't really post here, but you fukking RAWK! I've admired your dancing and energy for the last couple of years, as I see you EVERYWHERE, and you didn't disappoint tonight. Great tracks, you two.
Booty Bits: Yay! Of all my first Tribers to meet in one week (you and @m), I'm really glad you were the first one to ever just come up to some big bald motherfucker and ask if I was BigBadBaldy. I've always liked your style, and wondered when someone would do just that. Good to chat with you briefly.
To the curly haired dude who gave me pulls from his scoobysnak, thanks! Comes around, goes around, naw mean?
To all who didn't come: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You drool.
BBB.
Fuck, I LOVE DANCING!!!
<toot own horn mode on> Gather round youngsters, BigBadBaldy has a tale to spin. A tale of endurance and more importantly, love for letting the music move your soul and body. Time: 7am. BBB shows up to work a fistfuck 17 hour shift in a busy kitchen. Chef. Mega responsibilities.
Time: 12am, BBB knocks back a few pops to smooth out the 85 Cokes and 73 americanos he drank all day and heads out to a promising party. He's old.. how old? REAL old (32). He knows he has to work at 7am the next day, but the promise of FINALLY catching the dukes spin is enough to motivate (even WITH an inconvenient heat rash on his botty) him to motor out to an old-skool warehouse party.
Time: 1:30am. BBB makes the scene. Sees several OLD friends from days gone by, and proceeds to shake his ever loving ass for a good 3 hours STRAIGHT. Several people tell him to stop dancing so hard, as the heat he's creating is beginning to cave in the ceiling. When reached for comment, KF had this to say:
"Yeah, he's not all that. What we need is a motorbooty showdown"(artistic embellishment)
<toot own horn mode OFF>
Wow. Seriously, what a great fukking party. Even though it was like dancing inside a volcano, it really reminded me of the vibe at the old warehouse parties I used to go to on Sudbury St back in '88/'89. Wicked tunes, different styles, no attitude, almost NO sketch factor, and only one asshole to deal with curtly (To: the fuck who gave me a hard time for getting him the FUCK out of my way (at first politely, then forcefully) so I could refill my water when I was obviously a BILLION degrees, hyperventillating and dehydrated, BITE ME.). Lotsa smiles, LOTS of friendly peeps who I don't know from a hole in the ground, GOOD FUCKING TUNES, GOOD FUCKING TIME.
This week, after not going out for the last three months or so (due to an increasing dislike for the "club" atmosphere), and then hitting Element on Thurs and then this has really reaffirmed my love for dancing as well as the need to seek out intimate more "unknown" parties. To those responsible, thank you so much. Great time.
@m: You fuck, you owe me. I lost about 5 lbs dancing NON-STOP to your set, and I demand a FULL and PROPER headline set from you two.
..as well as tequila.
I tried to catch you at the end to give you a pound, but you slipped away. Props to you an KF for good tunes (albeit with minor tech difficulties) and BOUNDLESS energy.
KF: I know you don't really post here, but you fukking RAWK! I've admired your dancing and energy for the last couple of years, as I see you EVERYWHERE, and you didn't disappoint tonight. Great tracks, you two.
Booty Bits: Yay! Of all my first Tribers to meet in one week (you and @m), I'm really glad you were the first one to ever just come up to some big bald motherfucker and ask if I was BigBadBaldy. I've always liked your style, and wondered when someone would do just that. Good to chat with you briefly.
To the curly haired dude who gave me pulls from his scoobysnak, thanks! Comes around, goes around, naw mean?
To all who didn't come: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You drool.
BBB.
Fuck, I LOVE DANCING!!!
