Red Hill Urban Picnics

And up and up and up and still further- so that when the elevator reached floor fifty-four our ears popped and so shortly after our stomachs arrived from where they were left below. And we left the elevator through swank doors- and over carpets with the white walls- we strolled the halls of places accountants, economists and corporate dudgeon's would one day slave away to afford. So we pushed the door open and people were sprawled on couches and some were standing against walls and like this with the blaring music and the cities lights from afar and through the window cool air rushed up and tickled the cigarette smoke of the patrons who huddled in the corner. We joined them. Ecuadorians, Koreans, Japanese and Brazilians mixed and us too- mundane Tuesday evenings culturally turned on their head. We smoked. Emily moved- coming from the door and she cut from over afar- with those eyes-and mine- they met in the middle- and we stared at one another- time frozen for just a fleeting sceric so when the music dipped and we paused everything smiled. The bass kicked- a rhythmic piston- a flurry of sounds and beats- and everyone had started bopping and moving again. Canadians arrived and everyone shook hands with everyone. Emily and I sat with our music and the speakers- a cord- we played things like metronomy (not made for love- wild geese remix), Crystal Castles, Girl Talk, Washed out, Boys Noize and other similar samplings- rhythmic and sometimes downright dirty bass rolled and slapped off white walls. And in that white room- on that Tuesday night- through the haze and smoke of it all- we left arm in arm and rolled out onto the cool streets where the cars zoomed off to the nights bypassing lamppost lights and how we just dug those impromptu meets where spontinaiety had ruled the seen sights and greets.

The Hangar

The Hangar

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Songs for October

1. Memory Tapes: Green Knight
2. jj: Ectasy
3. Rodriguez Jr: Lila
4. M83: Dark Moves of Love
5. Gui Borrato: No Turning Back
6. The xx: Infinity
7. Phil Collins: Another day in Paradisw
8. Seekae: Centaur
9. Metronomy: This Could Be Beautiful (it is)
10. Deadmau5- Strobe

The Hangar

There we were. The concrete and the scattered bottles, the half emptied casks of wine- over sized t(shirts) and skinny jeans. And people sat, or stood- with cigarettes...magic eyed. And there we were, but we moved- now- inside. Under beams and through soft bright- and into dark ambient light and guitars plucked and the drums kicked and we sat in the room on chairs, bean bags or even the floor- and it was the end... for how could one want any more? And Bigstrongbrute took the stage with Paul up front -and he played-and how someone in the corner so softly swayed-but then the trumpet roared throughout us all and the sound moved- past the swayer(s) and the bean bags-through the doors- again -and out into the mixing night with the cigarettes and tea- northwards again - escaping-towards the stars and the sights. x