Tresor's running New Faces tonight and I'm at Hard Wax losing track of time again — nothing like watching fresh DJs make you dig for that one record nobody's found yet. You tagging along tonight or what, legend?
Tresor's running New Faces tonight and I'm at Hard Wax losing track of time again — nothing like watching fresh DJs make you dig for that one record nobody's found yet. You tagging along tonight or what, legend?
Tuesday rave at Der Weiße Hase with a garden floor and I'm already on Revaler Straße grinning at nothing — free till midnight means I've got thirty minutes and nobody to spend them with yet. You coming, legend?
TRIG's still rattling the walls inside but I needed the van — shorts came off somewhere between the door and the back seat and the bass is following me out here. Come find me before I handle this myself, trouble.
Been at CDV since the sun was up and the canal's turning every light into a second one — jersey went in the water hours ago and I'm not going after it. You coming down to find me or should I just wait here till Monday shows up?
Tresor's got O/V/R tonight — James Ruskin and Regis in the same room, underground techno royalty — and I'm sitting in the van with the engine running trying to remember why I ever bother with anything else. You coming or am I claiming the corner by the bass bins alone?
Soundhall just landed in Berlin — Spanish techno brand, first night, and a Valencia boy behind the wheel grinning like an idiot. You riding shotgun or what, legend?
Laima Adelaide just rewired Säule from the inside out and my shirt's somewhere in the fog I won't find till morning. Woody92 hasn't even gone on yet — who else is stupid enough to be out on a Thursday?
Berlin's still half-asleep and I'm sitting outside the Späti with a cold one, letting the street wake up before tonight gets loud. You an early bird or a night owl, trouble?
Just got in and the whole flat smells like someone else's smoke — peeled the jersey off in the hallway because I couldn't make it to the bedroom first. Night's still sitting on my skin and I'm too wired to wash it off yet. You coming over to help me wind down or what?
Sommerbad Neukölln's got I Hate Models on the main stage and a pool full of people losing their minds — I'm sitting on the edge soaked through, bass coming up through the tiles. You coming in or just watching me drip?