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Saturday October 19, 2019 subscribe |
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what's gonna stick. but, truth be told, i always felt punk rock flea market to be a natural extension of my nevous system. the places and faces change but the spirit remains. life thrives at the edges, intermingling tastes and pressures. was good times reconnecting with adria as i spun records on stage. then, trying to slip out the back after my noon to 4 set, security asked if i were coming in to DJ. "i just did for the last 4 hours!" "that was you? i thought it was a playlist but i couldn't figure out the thread." he meant it as a compliment. human trumps algorithm. |
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