Monday, February 27th, 2006
11:54 am
Silent Alarm
"off on my own shit...with my own click."
An adventure to be had these days is of the highest importance. Trips to oakland to dj in the depths of dark warehouses for dirty dancing people in the middle of the night is possibly the most appealing excuse to hop on bart and voluntarily strand myself in an otherwise vile location for hours at a time ever. Watching the records spin around smelling the sweat, booze and cigarette smoke stagnate in the non ventilated space. Wide eyes stare and stand around inches away from me but I am alone....I am happy...when there is me and this, there is nothing else. Funny I ve only been in love a few times before...Im not even sure if you can be in love with inanimate objects. If you can Im in love with my records. They've never talked shit to me...never hit me.... never said no.....never wanted anyone else.... kept me company in many a moment of need.... made me strong when I couldn't deal anymore.... and renewed my faith in music time and time again. Traveled to far off places with me and never complained... we always enjoy booze and drugs together and they've gotten me laid on several occasions. How many humans can you say these things about?Even my bestest of friends has pissed me off on more than one occasion.
As I was hitching a ride to downtown oakland at three in the morning and waiting for hours to cab it back to the correct side of the bay in the marriot lobby saturday morning there wasn't a moment I would've traded.
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