What is it worth in the dance scene to have a good cred?
Do you ever get the feeling that every room is two people to small. How many parties did you avoid for the sake of your reputation? Ever needed a back door to to stop being thrown out the front door?
Dance music always seems such a sensitive culture. A dicey process, a deafening series of delicate moments. There is never enough room for fighting on the dance floor and bruises always look bad under mirror balls and lights.
So the brooding hides like shadows. Arguments lie unspoken, unattended, lingering on the other side of the street.
Eventually the world divides then suddenly the scene is cut in half. The score kept in silence, filed in the bin of oldies but goodies, waiting to be played at the right time, right place.
So maybe where is that party. The one where you play all the grievance, where you get it all out right and set the party straight.
