Mario Più, Franchino and the Problem With Standing Still

Saturday. Matrix tonight and I am beginning to understand that my musical life is developing a second personality. Hardcore still gives me the immediate reaction, no discussion, no analysis, just yes but the techno/progressive nights are doing something else to my brain. Mario Più tonight, Franchino’s voice floating over everything, long stretches where the room seems to be waiting for something it already knows is coming. Hardcore attacks the door. This stuff leaves the door open and convinces you to walk through it yourself. Yuri likes these nights more than the hardest hardcore ones, although he is diplomatic enough not to describe one as better. Hikari spent half the journey home insisting she wasn’t tired while yawning so violently that she had tears in her eyes. Erick slept against the window. I am writing at an hour when sensible people are not evaluating bass lines.

Good.

Remember me, Eclipse.