this was the third (or fourth?) time i've dj'd
under the back deck stairs at valerie's summer
blowout. for someone who pendulums from intro- to
extroversion, this is a great way to socialize--as a
stay-put participant of a party parading past. and
having to change the record every 3 or 4 minutes
provides a polite excuse to exit any awkward
conversation. but the talk tonight was mostly great:
jonathan
zwickel told me about his podcast,
travis ritter took a
stack of le sang
song 45s to sell at light in
the attic, and there was much mutual music
appreciation. at midnight, a moment of solitary
reverie, just me and otis, desklamp shimmering across
record's surface like moonlight over a bay,
"watching the tiiiiiide...." i can relate.