Ricky Le Roy + Zicky
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. Matrix again. Ricky Le Roy and Zicky. This is becoming dangerous because I can now hear why one set works better for me than another instead of simply deciding whether I had fun. I watch transitions. I notice when a room is being pushed too quickly. I notice when somebody waits. I notice when a record I wouldn’t necessarily choose at home becomes exactly right at three in the morning with several hundred other people hearing it at the same time. Yuri caught me staring at the booth and asked whether I intended to dance tonight. I said I was listening. He said those are not mutually exclusive activities.
Annoyingly correct.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.