Dang -- John Hill's Six Moons Of Jupiter album effin' stinks! For a spell, I would literally throw dollar bills at every Finders Keepers release offered. The hit rate was incredibly high and at least one record quickly became one of my very favorite albums of all time. Asking to deliver on that promise is a bit much so perhaps I shouldn't be so taken aback by this half-bakery!
Dark Matter was this past Friday and I probably couldn't be more pleased with the turnout. It was maybe the second-most packed soirée I've been witness to at the Elks Lodge and there were lots of good vibes and compliments floating around the joint. Raj guest DJ'ed again as did our pal Max, Brian ran the avant garde projections, and Erin worked the door. It wasn't as edgy as I'd originally intended (where was the incense?! where was the krautrock set?!? just kidding. okay, not really.) but methinks each successive DM will move back toward, and refine, my original ideas.
Strangely enough, Dark Matter is also going to be a coffee. Actually, it is. A roaster run by some friends picked up the name and tapped me to design the labels for that and some other blends and I couldn't refuse! Erin created the Dark Matter blend it's so fucking good it's almost painful. A talented gal, that one.
Cripes, this is turning into a busy year. I just finished watching 40 experimental short films for a certain film festival (not Hott Lava) and have 40 more to dive into post-haste. It's great work if you can get it, no doubt.
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