“living on dreams”

Unpacking all my warez for either sale or shipment is indeed the culling of long-lost treasure. The wound-up funk and clench of Creme Org./Bunker tour burn 2003, for one, still gives me a nasty case of TMJ–may god lift up those boys Legowelt and Bangkok Impact for day and night eternal, in their hybrid bug-cars and ass-bending goggles and Italo-disco suits.
As I recall, that tour, held in Portland at the Blackbird when it was still around, made a $14.75 guarantee from a 20-person audience, probably half of whom were either promoting the show or guest-listed. Despite its rightful reputation as IDM oasis, Portland is not exactly crawling with Dutch electro fans. (Is anywhere in the US?) I think I was one of four people dancing, including my old intern S.Lanning, who executed tirelessly this sort of hoppy clog with hands flexed at his sides, boogie-woogie style. (It was later revealed he is an accomplished tap dancer.) NYC natives warn me daily of the cabaret laws—that dancing willy-nilly in the city proper is, in authority’s hawkeye, a gateway drug to petty theft, flagrant methamphetamine production, manslaughter and, of course, the most heinous of all city crimes, graffiti writing. This is an unfortunate development. Fuckall; I have already set aside bail money.
Also rediscovered whilst packing:
I’ve had A Living Wage: American Workers and the Making of Consumer Society checked out from Multnomah County Library since 1999 (inadvertantly jacking knowledge from budding Marxists and taking years-long advantage of America’s last bastion of socialism—way to go); Aaliyah and Ms. Dynamite share a leather clothier; the Lester Bangs piece on Bob Marley is an infinitely pleasurable distraction; Orlando Bloom is America’s Hottest Bachelor and, with the new dye job, only somewhat resembles Mark-Paul Gosselaar.
I would love to ramble on but there are Sunspot Jonz cassettes to revisit and Sheer Bliss videos to view one final time before they hit the out box. Guten Nacht.