Sunday, December 8
the party last night was fantastic. the snowpants darty. i reckon it our second best ever (after "hello and okay" in the fragrance garden, and maybe last year's animated moose party) (though my partnerman was less enthused. and a relatively (relatively) small amount of preparation stress.
ben and i had crossed wavelengths for most of the time leading up: i spraypainted posterboard on parrish porch early friday morning; he spent a long time taking photos to make more explicit flyers; i dictated a sac email; he arranged for wrsnpsa promo; and all of a sudden we had a well-publicized event where before we had none. yesterday morning, hannah and i made 30 snowflakes out of mccabe scratch paper with mccabe scissors. ben shopped while i rolled on the floor. i picked out cds and assembled ingredients for gingerbread. reunited at last (also w/ help from hannah and rob at the wheel, we borrowed containers from sharples, and moved stuff to the wrc, cleaned and rearranged, fiddled with rattech, set up a blue-lit outdoor snowdantsfloor, baked a cake, hung flakes, heated cider, uh huh uh huh.
ylt's "nuclear war" was playing as the party started official - nicole, justin, vicky and cara arrived to dig ben's chili peppers, zorba, out of control, and some electro (new and oldskool) from me. that contingent (also matt and elena) departed, but not before the beginning of continuous tricklings that filled the room by :30 or :45 and kept it that way until the end - lots of people i didn't really know, lots of freshmen (ben and his whole extended illy klick), lots of drunk boys (and girls) and party people and they all seemed to be enjoying themselves, and each other, and the cider (and other alcohol they brought) and cookies, and most especially dancing! dancing to our music. we got nary a complaint the whole night (at least while i was on decks), on the contrary it was fantastically smooth. folks danced to the far-out stuff, and (rarer still) if they didn't want to, they didn't leave, but stayed to see what would be up next. let's see if i can remember my sets (looking at this it seems like i dominated, but i think ben got about as much time as i did; hard to say because we both played some really long tracks - i really liked his picks; heavy on outkast and chems):
some bis remix from the electrocomp > just can't get enough > hey you > everybody looked the same > (ben ended his set with a music remix and a live version of ants marching) > dance on > michael jackson > rebel rebel > david > no one knows my plan > (ben played a bunch of stuff ending with the new missy single and around the world) > cassius 99 > something from the new talib > i'll take you there (my favorite teasy transition of the night - i think this is when ben took over with the next movement, call before i come) > caress me down > b-boy document >(?) starguitar (live) > chase the devil > outer space > railing/brown paper bag > (more d&b by ben, then can i get a…[no i couldn't, it turned out], gone till november, nerd, fabulous, and chameleon, and the alarm call mix) > red alert > the 13-minute kid606 missy/jay-z/a-ha mishmash glitch-up > (can you believe there were still people dancing?) > since i left you > (ben again, including the been caught stealing mix, elektrobank mix) > until the end of the day (yay for ray) > sci-fi wasabi > heavy metal drummer (whoo-ooo! hey!) (with introloop fakeout)
we love dancing … [yay!]. the hardcore get-down action crew, for the last two hours or so, was hip-hop/d'n'b-head anna(?), chris conway and paco, alyssa and roban and rabi and me. ben, a bit down, and i stayed for 30 or 45 afterwards to clean up, dishes and futile mopping. then a careful icetrudge home, stopped to make big plans with dave mcc.
today was exciting too: i got up at ~9 to clean up some more, gathered and washed items, swept, tried my darndest to desticky the floor despite the world's sorriest mop collection (i tried duct-taping some spongy stuff to a mop handle; the best solution was sliding paper towel stacks under my shoes) whilst listening to the harder they come. that took too long, made me late for band practice which wasn't happening anyway because we were talking to public safety officer (ram) about the state of olde club.
if you haven't heard - someone broke the door to the equipment room, stole a ton of mics and dave's backpack full of cds (nice irony - he had just yesterday returned to me my latin playboys cd that was in that backpack). only after we returned from sharples brunch (nice! dry eggcroisant, krispie croutons) did we learn of the vandalism what had gone down in the basement too - paint all over the floor and furniture, etc. etc. ugly, and depressing, and utterly offensive. caroline almost cried, and i can't blame her. god damn.
inflight had our shortest but perhaps goodest rehearsal ever - literally 10minutes, an impromptu, impassioned WWOI and then start of sexD with handdrums (no hmd cover, but i think we shall) - before i had to run of to terp. four of five runthroughs, but my body by the end was physically just about spent. so i took a shower. practiced, listened to music, pondered idm purchases (that hrvatski is so catchy). um, dinner, budget hours, heavy technics, nappy nap. hannah's here now, and i ought to be attending to her. i've been grooving all day, to missy, roots, gusgus:
i still have last night in my body
i wish you were with me