The backstory. A new friend reminded me of the way we used to go hard in a dark club for 12 hours and lose ourselves to new music shared by a local DJ who did it for the love, not the attention. No VIPS back then. Heck, at my first club there was only water and Gatorade at the bar... but we raved like mad. Once or twice, I only had a few shots of espresso and enough gas in the tank to get to and from downtown... and a fiver for the door. Dawn was never so beautiful as when you emerged from your little hole in the wall after dancing the blues away.
Back then, 20 years ago... I was all about Hooj Choons and DJ Icey vinyls. This set is all recent tracks, but I found a nice tribal influenced one to start and choose the playlist as a theme evolved.
