Somewhere between last night and this morning is the one year anniversary of the day the Terzo died for me.
I inadvertently celebrated the occasion by going out to il Motore to catch up with the old Balzac crew. I had some laughs with Berretta over some poignant remarks as we compared the shitty summer of last. Could it really be that we all had terrible summers last year? Then there was Sunman. Five years and he hadn't changed a bit. He said the same thing about me. I hugged a sweaty Espinosa twice during his crazy energetic set with Posing on Purpose and then chilled with a very sweet Chris Kasp outside the venue and just spoke about life, the way we always do. I talked crazy parties with Lentils and John Venditti - the same guy who gave me my first gig as a techno DJ back in the day. And I spoke to Johnny and Gianni about the blessing of musical compatibility. And maybe some future collaboration.
When you're down and out, it's easy to forget that there is life all around you. And that it's always better to live in the company of others - especially those that are always happy to see you.
I could put four walls around tonight and call it home.
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