the flea market next door was
blasting their outside
speakers so loud i decided to go for a walk to get
away from it. it was 3:45 and i was putting on my
shoes when the fleamaster called
to ask if i could fill in the 4-6pm dj slot
because of a last minute cancellation. well, i
thought, that's
one way to get them to turn the volume down. i was
feeling
exuberant, played a random grab bag of 45s, and had
lively
conversations with print and video journalists,
oddly enough.
after my set, i met
young go-getters
tabling for their
upcoming
music
festival. this struck
me as about the
right amount of
effort to put into
promotional
materials. a few
weeks ago, i heard a hardcore band here
absolutely ripping and always regretted
not going over to see who was playing.
turns out it might have been one of these
on the lineup, so i think i'll
check it out.
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