franchino

there are nights where the voice becomes part of the room. #

Franchino tonight and I never know how to explain these nights to somebody who hasn’t been there because saying `”I like the voice”` makes it sound as though I went out to listen to somebody talk over records, which isn’t it at all. It’s the atmosphere. Ricky Le Roy, the progressive building underneath, the lights, everybody waiting without really knowing what they’re waiting for, then that voice floating over everything and making the whole room feel slightly unreal. Hardcore is completely different for me. Hardcore arrives immediately and tells you exactly what kind of night you’re having. Progressive can spend forever threatening to become something else and somehow the waiting is part of why I love it.

Yuri tried to tell me something while we were inside. Once. Twice. Three times. Eventually I shouted `”WHAT?”` and he yelled back `”I SAID YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL.”` I answered `”THANK YOU”` at approximately the volume one would use to report a fire. Very intimate. Outside later he said he wasn’t going to bother complimenting me in clubs anymore and I told him to do it before we go inside. Problem solved. I wore pink again, by the way. This is becoming serious.

Remember me, Eclipse.