This was to be my set for my mentor's birthday party in Brooklyn. Doubt I'll get there now, or that it will even happen at all, with all the corona-shenanigans. A soundtrack fit for the beginning of the end...a little dystopian, heavy on the acid house, and ham-handedly mixed. All the poly-rhythms are pretty messy. It makes me wanna get fucked up and dance in nothing a bathrobe and a face mask, alone in my room, with fake news pumping at me at full volume....immersive exposure therapy. Am I the only one with the urge to go lick a handrail in a subway station? WTF.
