We heat it up an hour early, at eight

The end of June is here at last
And now, with warmer weather
We wave good-bye to comforts past
And know it won't get better.
Or, to be more clear on just what I meant,
Come down, tip the club, and help pay the rent.

The obvious enshrouds us at eight.

'Tis midsummer, the shortest night,
But first day of summer, so say we!
To celebrate this longest light
(And lack of creativity)
To Velvet's floor, you, I invite,
To mock my rather blatant theme.

The weekend starts at 9.

Hey, I got a thing tonight
That I would like to try
Because...yeah. That's basically it.
Care to stop by?

A weird pickup

Gypsy played early on Saturday night and asked if I'd take over from there. I said sure. I don't have time markers on this, but it was from 9:30 PM to about 4:00 AM.

You won't see what hit you at nine

In Japan, Sengoko period,
Came the ninja, or shinobi
The stuff of legend! Methods myriad...
The silent hand of high decree.

So, for my first set of this June
I'm going to play some Ninja Tune.