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We had our first loft party on Saturday. My roomate, Jeff, proclaimed it the best party he'd ever thrown. We sent out a couple emails to friends a week before the party to let them know what to expect. At the start of the party, 6 different DJ's appeared with a ton of gear. We had racks upon racks of VJ equipment on one side and decks upon decks of DJ gear on the other. I volunteered for door duty during the first two hours. People from the party brought stiff drinks for me so it was cool. A local street character offered to watch the door in return for wages but I told him, "we like to do our own work around here". He tried to persuade me by claiming that he had been in charge of door security for every party in the building for the past 8 years. I thanked him for "holding it down" but he picked up on my sarcasm and smashed the 40oz he was drinking on the sidewalk. "Thank you", I said and walked away. Fantastic, there was broken glass everywhere, including my doorway. Later he stopped by with a broom and a dust bin to clean up the mess. He didn't apologize but I didn't care. We chatted about security and he introduced himself as a name that only he could assume 'Rambo'. "Nice to meet you Rambo. See you around."
Later I joined the party to find 200 people getting down like you wouldn't believe. If you've seen dirty dancing, you know what I mean. My friend, Dan, who worked on immedia03, came to the party and had a number of interesting conversations including an electric toothbrush vs. regular toothbrush one. I talked with some folks about an upcoming Ministry show and everyone traded their favorite Ministry moments. Most of them involved getting beat up. I can't say I had any sort of Ministry moment, though - except maybe listening to the same riff over and over again in my room - oh wait that was the whole CD.
A UofM alum named Gordon showed a video piece about a Coca Cola sign he had just finished. Nice work. His friend David, sequenced two film projectors with Max MSP but unfortunately, the screen was too close to the projector so the picture was rather tiny.
A week ago we went to a popular bar called the El Rio. It brought back fond memories of the Del, of course. Anyway, I mentioned the party to some people but I was so drunk that all I could tell them was that we built this awesome smoking room and there was going to be tons of cigarrettes. They seemed apalled but I was pleasantly surprised to see a couple of them at the party. The smoking room was kick ass. We hung two taught sheets from the ceiling, thus creating a room. I put up a sign that said King Mo by the room at the beginning of the night and then round midnight, added one that said Smo Ro. I don't think anyone got it or cared. They were too busy blackening their lungs. But the room worked out well. No one complained about the smoke drifting out onto the dance floor and let me tell you, SF folks are the first to point that out when it happens.
The music was off the hook. Minimal breaks and glitchy beats followed up with your favorite booty tracks. What more could you want? I tended bar for awhile and an old woman tried to nuke some thai food. We spent $100 on liquor and made $180 on tips. I deemed the special of the evening, after the mixers ran out, vodka and ice.
Some pictures were taken of me. I will post them soon. I passed out at 5:30. The last thing I heard my roomate Nicole say before the lights went out, "I haven't danced all evening but now that they're playing The Clash, I want to dance and I want to dance now.
Later I joined the party to find 200 people getting down like you wouldn't believe. If you've seen dirty dancing, you know what I mean. My friend, Dan, who worked on immedia03, came to the party and had a number of interesting conversations including an electric toothbrush vs. regular toothbrush one. I talked with some folks about an upcoming Ministry show and everyone traded their favorite Ministry moments. Most of them involved getting beat up. I can't say I had any sort of Ministry moment, though - except maybe listening to the same riff over and over again in my room - oh wait that was the whole CD.
A UofM alum named Gordon showed a video piece about a Coca Cola sign he had just finished. Nice work. His friend David, sequenced two film projectors with Max MSP but unfortunately, the screen was too close to the projector so the picture was rather tiny.
A week ago we went to a popular bar called the El Rio. It brought back fond memories of the Del, of course. Anyway, I mentioned the party to some people but I was so drunk that all I could tell them was that we built this awesome smoking room and there was going to be tons of cigarrettes. They seemed apalled but I was pleasantly surprised to see a couple of them at the party. The smoking room was kick ass. We hung two taught sheets from the ceiling, thus creating a room. I put up a sign that said King Mo by the room at the beginning of the night and then round midnight, added one that said Smo Ro. I don't think anyone got it or cared. They were too busy blackening their lungs. But the room worked out well. No one complained about the smoke drifting out onto the dance floor and let me tell you, SF folks are the first to point that out when it happens.
The music was off the hook. Minimal breaks and glitchy beats followed up with your favorite booty tracks. What more could you want? I tended bar for awhile and an old woman tried to nuke some thai food. We spent $100 on liquor and made $180 on tips. I deemed the special of the evening, after the mixers ran out, vodka and ice.
Some pictures were taken of me. I will post them soon. I passed out at 5:30. The last thing I heard my roomate Nicole say before the lights went out, "I haven't danced all evening but now that they're playing The Clash, I want to dance and I want to dance now.