[Dynagroove] My Homie Walked on the Moon with Francois K...

[~Sara]

AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID TSHIRT!

I must admit, i enjoy seeing people get fired up about something on the
list.  It reminds me of the musical passion people have that is easily
forgotten.  Yes, sometimes these threads get long and redundant and are
filled with unsubstantiated facts but ya deal.  Usually i find myself
abnormally quiet during these rants, i feel my base opinion of music is
conveyed through my selective but unwavering support and the rest of my
emails to the list, etc.  I was oging to leave this “House is Dead” thread
well enough alone until...

You know it is going to be a choice night of music and its accessories
when you start the night off on a quest for Beach Breezer Camel cigarettes
and while waiting in line at Bogies Liquor, you see a frantic cabdriver
screaming about his dire need for an “Insta-Matic Camera”.  But that is
not all of it, his passenger is a tranny “lady of the night” ever so
demurly reapplying her bright red lipstick and fluffing up her synthetic
weave...  You do the math.  We got to the Larchmont on the early side of
things.  Every time i walk through those heavy curtains at the entrance
(if i can find my way through them, a la Patsy from AbFab) i almost expect
like a gnome-esque midget butler to be on the other side, holding out a
silver platter with 2, count em 2, Bombay Gin & Tonics, “We’ve been
waiting for you, Sara.”  I guess i expect my excitement to be felt even
befo’ i get to the cluuub.  This belief is all on account of the junk I
stay hopped up on.  I immediately was picking up what Little Chris was
throwing the fuck down, he was on the point.  Truly, Litle Chris
repeatedly shows us that he is not just all that, he is all that and a
hubcap.  He played this one track that sticks out in my mind that was for
real.  I knew i wasnt going to remember many of the mucial elements
(Sometimes Denise forgets thinsg) so i wrote down what time it was played,
however now i can not read my handwriting (sometimes denise doesnt have
the best penmanship).

I had never seen Francois K before, i guess i was expecting to see a man
wearing like a black and white striped mime shirt the french wear using a
cigarette holder and singing, “Voulez vous coucher avec moi, c’est soir?”.
I’m lying,  but stereotypes about the french are fun times.  I honestly
don’t know where and how to begin my 2 cents on FK.  It was ethereal.  I
don’t know where he came up with this secret recipe for an otherworldly
set.  But it was out there.  He was flowing out the dirty french flavored
house when there is this like 15 minute jungle interlude, too sick!  Even
if you were never a junglist of any persuasion, you would have totally
appreciated where he was taking us.  It was so interesting seeing all your
homies who usuallly bop along to the 4x4 beat immediately and with ease
switch it up to the jungle syth head bop with maybe a definat point here
or there.  I coulnt even leave the downstairs to smoke a cigarette!!!  It
was absolutely and utterly amazing.  Now i know why he is kasey goto’s
hero.  But the icing on the cake, the piece de reistance, the golden
element, was for this crazy jungle interlude to be followed up with
Walking on the Fucking Moon (hence the subject line).  I saw an
instantaneous array of reactions, a couple happy claps, i burst out
laughing cuz i just didnt know what else to do, the looks of on some
poeples faces were of them trying to make heads or tails, lots of jumping.
 It is always nice to realize at the time moments are happening that they
are the ones that won’t be forgotten.  I am sounding all dramatic and gay,
but rruly, i felt like i could dance forever, dancing on the stage, and
that FK and i could live together while i was dancing on, dancing on the
stage.  Some may say, I’m wishing my days away, no way.  Sorry, i got a
little carried away there.  (Cue the “Let’s Get It On” in 3, 2...)  But,
that 38-29-38 of pure loving that is the essence of Daishiki, that was
missed.  Even though you took the tags off of that shirt you KNEW i was
going to return after i wore it to the club, i ain’t mad atcha.

To quote some Stevie Wonder, "Music knows it is and always will be one of
the things that life just won't quit".  And I know he was talking about
house music, cuz i don't know about ya'll but I can Feel It All Over.  Are
you trying to call Stevie a liar?  Those are fighting words to me, fool. 
So to whomever says “House is Dead”, I pity you.  I pity you and your
world (aka Nazi Germany) AND the horse you rode in on.  Has the FBI in
your world put out an “Amber Alert” for the killer?  Do they have any
leads or a composite sketch of the perp?  Are they seeking the death
penalty?  I know how to make a Citizens Arrest in the US, are the same
methods applicable in your world?  I heard a rumor that a pair of fuzzy
tigger pants, a face mask lined with Vicks, and some trance records were
left behind by the perp, fact or fiction?  No, all kidding aside, such a
negative statement that hosue is dead is just an evil thing to say, it
kind of hurts my feelings.  You must live in a dark dark world.  I’m not
saying by any means that everthing out there is just super great and peace
love and happiness all the time, but to me there is nothing that can ever
be created that is more pleasing to my soul as a successful hunt for the
right music.  I feel that is why we were put here.  I concede to the fact
that i am more optimistic than most poeple and 95% of the time i always
have a good time, i have just learned sometimes you have to make your own
party.  That is a life secret.  i just thank the WAX boys for time after
time making a party better than any one i could make on my own.

i can’t say it loud enough, it was such a great night.  I ahvent been out
on a Saturday since like the end of December (also a phenomonal WAX party)
so to be welcomed back in such a manner, me likey.  Im for sure going to
check out danny krivitt the end of this month.

I hit up that YES aterhour party that Cade played at that night.  That was
good times.  It had all the key afterhour elements:
*Drag Queens
*Drag KINGS!
*Fit toned and sweating black men dancing and feeling it in a way i can
only envy from afar, being a honky and all
*that weird person who looks to old to be there
*Good tunes
*Darkness

i walked in to jonene’s “Got that love tonight like you know i would.”
that was fun.  And since i missed free thinking on Friday i got to hear
Cade drop the sheezy, incluing the dramaticlly introduced “Shattered
Dreams” amongst other fun fun tracks.  I’ll never tire of a freaks remix
or #16 on Cades green CD, trust..  But you kind of felt a little guilty
being there, you know one of those nights you feel should be followed up
immediately with an NA meeting.  like i was at the top of the list of
“classiest acts” there.  ME!  Fear.   But thats what afterhours are for. 
In conclusion, i found myself admiring a nice tight ass on a drag queen,
does that make me a lesbian?

Tomorrows another day,
You’ll stay,
I may as well play,

Sara

Longwinded

p.s.  I’m crying because i missed futurehouse.  I was brain dead.  I was
so brain dead that i found myself watching an ASPCA telethon hosted by
Betty White all day, so braindead that i almost called in to make a pledge
until i remembered i don’t have a credit card.  Plus i had to work today,
blech.


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"The only reason I breathe is because
Stevie Wonder one day decided to make
some music."  ~Sara Marianna Schmidt
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