Mark Farina. Nashville. Friday night October 14, 2005. Good stuff. I was surprised to see a whole floor full of people actually dancing. Farina took it down to 80-90 BMP funky stuff, acid jazz, hip house, broken funk.

I found myself thinking, "I should bring this guy up to Louisville and we could get that strange and secret venue in the West End, and..." *SLAP*

No more parties.

I'm like a junkie, I always come back to the bass and the excuse that anything which brings people together is a social Good. Of course, this ignores the friction which destroys the lives of those who don't get to the center of the Tootsie Roll, the actual junkies. My utopianism in terms of musical oriented social gatherings has been burned out.

Although this Technological Singularity thing looks interesting...

Two screenprinters sick and a 1400 horse catalog to lay out. Gotta finish a sign on the roof of the Fish House. Time to get back to work.