So,

Due to a miscommunication, our inaugural DJ gig at the Narrow was called off, but we popped by anyhow for a few minutes in order to test our 90’s jams on an unsuspecting audience…

It seemed a pretty button-down crowd, and not the sort who’d take kindly to a high-intensity Booty Bass onslaught, so we played it conservative, leading in with Corona’s ‘Rhythm Of The Night’, followed by La Bouche’s ‘Sweet Dreams’. And our intrusion was unexpectedly well received, toes tapping and pleasant surprise roundly expressed. Emboldened, we stepped things up a notch, dropping Reel 2 Real’s lean+mean opus ‘I Like To Move It’

You can’t play this in a bar! Insisted one indignant patron, who’d earlier been treating us to his ‘The Jam’ records

Why not? We countered.

And then the beat hit, prompting an immediate retraction

Physically-fit-a! Physically fit-a! Ahhahhhaha alright! Fuck it, you’re right, you’re right!

And our new friend wasn’t alone in his enthusiasm, with many others prompted to also rise from their seats and ‘get on down’. An upbeat vibe spread throughout the establishment and held fast as we DJ’d the rest of the evening away…

It was an interesting experiment, but not much of a party.

So we grabbed our mobile DJing unit and headed out for a high-decibel adventure thru the City That Always Sleeps with a couple of ladyfriends…

Stopping at a Shell station for snack food, Sarah decided to stage an impromptu photoshoot (as Tom and I had inadvertently coordinated outfits) and were approached by a slightly-crazed-looking guy on a bike who said he was from Winnipeg and wanted directions to a party and drugs if we had any.

We spun our fanny packs full circle, cranked up some fucking So So Def Bass All Stars and told him that we were the party.

There would be no contesting our claim.

Meandering further and rocking out hard to ‘Koochie Kuterz’, our new friend began exhibiting signs of psychosis, challenging oncoming traffic and insisting that although he’d been hit by three cars already that day that he also had a “right to the road”. He’d been ingesting large quantities of Gin, Ecstasy, and whatever else all night and there would be no contesting his claim either.

Rambling on towards Science World and inspired by our counterpart’s bravado, I decided to challenge a small plastic bag laying in the McDonald’s Parking lot. Naturally, it was filled with thumbtacks, which punctured both my ‘puncture proof’ tires in several places.

With two flat tires, I pushed on to Science World…

And though deliriously drunk, our new friend luckily had the presence of mind to carry a pump and patch kit. He patched both tires first try and spent the rest of the evening with us, sipping on wine, enjoying+discussing Meatloaf’s unparalleled body of work and fooling around on the playground.. he was a pretty cool dude after all.

About 6AM it started getting light and Russ Chimes’ incredible new ‘Esper Mix’ guided us home as a refreshing Summer rain began to fall…

Not a bad evening.

(all good photos c/o Sarah Hamilton)








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  1. L E B E A S T says:

    radickle

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