music 2006
the year house finally stopped being the pretty room before the real party. # 2006 was house. There. That’s the summary. Not only house, obviously. Hardcore still exists in my...
There is a manner in which certain things ask to be written, not so that they may be found, but because to exist in silence, for too long, eventually becomes insufficient. It is not urgency. It is something closer to a necessity that makes no noise, waiting patiently until it discovers the proper form. This archive was born in such a way.
Not as a diary. Not as a blog. Not as something that is updated merely for the sake of appearing alive. It is a place where certain thoughts come to rest, those which do not dissolve, those which return, those which insist with the silent obstinacy of things that truly belong to you...
the year house finally stopped being the pretty room before the real party. # 2006 was house. There. That’s the summary. Not only house, obviously. Hardcore still exists in my...
home smells like angel and food and wrapping paper. # Christmas Eve. Finally quiet. Work finished, presents finished, wrapping finished after I discovered at approximately six that I had somehow...
everyone needs to be tanned for people they see once a year. apparently. # Work is chaos. Christmas dinners, New Year’s Eve, parties, dresses, shoulders, photographs. Everybody has a deadline....
my feet are dead, my hair is ruined and I would go back immediately. # Huge night. Huge. This is probably the last proper one before Christmas because work is...
we left with lists and returned with objects for ourselves. excellent system. # Christmas shopping with Hikari and we were supposed to buy presents for other people. Important distinction. We...
There is a limit to how many times somebody can obsess over a person and then call that person nothing. # I wasn’t going to write anything because, really, who...
five years of yuri calling me bambolina and me pretending I don’t love it every single time. # FIVE YEARS. I actually don’t know what to write because five looks...
christmas lights outside, house inside, angel everywhere. # Milano is all lights now and I love it even when the centre is impossible and everybody walks slowly because apparently Christmas...
five is a frighteningly serious number for something that started when I was seventeen. # Yuri and I will be five years in December and I’ve been thinking about it...
house may own 2006 but hardcore still knows where I live. # Hardcore tonight and YES. I needed it. I’ve been so completely swallowed by house this year that every...
customer confidentiality should include protecting me from receiving the information in the first place. # I realised today that if all my regulars were put into one room I would...
cold outside, ridiculous heat inside, winter nightlife is back. # I forgot how annoying winter clubs are logistically. You need the coat. You hate carrying the coat. You need the...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.