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But first: the last minute dinner with Dancer didn't happen. She needed alone time, she said. Fear not: it happened at the last minute, so un-happening at the last minute doesn't bother me. There is, thank goodness, next week.
And now, back to what this entry is really about: the Psyops crew did their trance thing at Cafe Racer last night. Cafe Racer has an... eventful history. It was the site of a mass shooting in 2012 at its old location in Seattle's University District. During the worst of the pandemic it moved to Capitol Hill, which is in my opinion a much more suitable location. The trouble is that it's also an expensive location, so they temporarily closed and damn near went under a few months ago until private donors and the city eased their transition from for-profit to non-profit.
The rescue warms the cockles of my little black heart because a) it's proof that Seattle doesn't suck sometimes, and b) Cafe Racer takes its ecclecticism seriously: they provide a nice space for out-there music and artists who are new or not exactly rolling in it.
How nice? It's the old Barça space, and still has the architectural details. They got a new sound system, which I assume was funded by the rescue. It's a little visually obtrusive, but in a cool way, looking as if it was designed by the same people who designed the production of "The Prisoner". It's made by VOID, and a dude next to me on the balcony called it expensive.
There was a bouncy, stinky hippy. At any raver-flavored event, there's always a bouncy, stinky hippy.
Choonz? Respectable, in my opinion, despite the pro names of the two DJs I heard: Hazel Zen, and Thalestriss Uwu, both apparently women. Yes, a young DJ used "uwu" in her DJ moniker. I can't even.
But let me tell you this: I spent at least half the time sitting or standing in the balcony because old, and around 2330 I started yawning. Hey, I'd been awake since 0500. So I got ready to go, but once I got down the stairs and onto the dance floor, Ms. Uwu's selections (or possibly productions) washed over me in high resolution from that sweet, sweet sound system. I was captured by the groove, at least temporarily, while wearing my coat and gloves. I consider myself lucky to have turned out my bedside light just barely before 0200, having caught the next-to-last train of the night. This, my friends, is why I still go clubbing at the age of fifty-six.
And now, back to what this entry is really about: the Psyops crew did their trance thing at Cafe Racer last night. Cafe Racer has an... eventful history. It was the site of a mass shooting in 2012 at its old location in Seattle's University District. During the worst of the pandemic it moved to Capitol Hill, which is in my opinion a much more suitable location. The trouble is that it's also an expensive location, so they temporarily closed and damn near went under a few months ago until private donors and the city eased their transition from for-profit to non-profit.
The rescue warms the cockles of my little black heart because a) it's proof that Seattle doesn't suck sometimes, and b) Cafe Racer takes its ecclecticism seriously: they provide a nice space for out-there music and artists who are new or not exactly rolling in it.
How nice? It's the old Barça space, and still has the architectural details. They got a new sound system, which I assume was funded by the rescue. It's a little visually obtrusive, but in a cool way, looking as if it was designed by the same people who designed the production of "The Prisoner". It's made by VOID, and a dude next to me on the balcony called it expensive.
There was a bouncy, stinky hippy. At any raver-flavored event, there's always a bouncy, stinky hippy.
Choonz? Respectable, in my opinion, despite the pro names of the two DJs I heard: Hazel Zen, and Thalestriss Uwu, both apparently women. Yes, a young DJ used "uwu" in her DJ moniker. I can't even.
But let me tell you this: I spent at least half the time sitting or standing in the balcony because old, and around 2330 I started yawning. Hey, I'd been awake since 0500. So I got ready to go, but once I got down the stairs and onto the dance floor, Ms. Uwu's selections (or possibly productions) washed over me in high resolution from that sweet, sweet sound system. I was captured by the groove, at least temporarily, while wearing my coat and gloves. I consider myself lucky to have turned out my bedside light just barely before 0200, having caught the next-to-last train of the night. This, my friends, is why I still go clubbing at the age of fifty-six.
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Date: 2024-03-04 01:56 pm (UTC)From:Nice description of the vibe in Cafe Racer. A good (not just loud) sound system is a treat to listen to.
I had to look up choonz but I will use it on Debbie to impress her with my trendy slang. :-D
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Date: 2024-03-05 09:56 pm (UTC)From:Tangentially to that, there was this amazingly decorated place called the Josephine not far from where I now live. It had a truly punk-rock vibe, but the people (barely) running the place, according to a barista across the street, allowed underage drinking. That's not going to fly, nor should it.