I've been comtemplating what to say about this since Friday, because I just don't feel that there are words to describe what happened in the basement of Element on that night.
I felt as though I had to stay in the shower forever once I got home, because that was by far the
DIRTIEST house I have
EVAR heard.
(BTW that's a good thing..
)
It was as though Barry Weaver used the incessant pounding bass to reach inside my soul and took all the inclinations i've ever had that house music just wasn't doing it for me anymore. Then he turned those doubts into a sick build, and threw it right back in my face, as if to say:
"This is MY house."
If this sounds ridiculous, i'm sorry, but I felt I was enlightened on Friday. I found this drive inside me that I never knew I had, and I loved every minute of it. I found a new inspiration, and now I just want more.
Suke, I hear you about the BPT's. Me too doll, me too...
Had a good crew too, thanks to Svet, Brad, Tom, Suke, Naomi, Dave, Brandon, Jay... all the headz were representin', and the few that weren't were sadly missed.
Props to Timmy, Steve and Wayne as well for holding down the fort.
What a fucking incredible night, and to think I was considering not going...
Joanna
<-- "It's all about the zone." Suke '01