It's this damned convention, you see. 8 am! On a Saturday!

What is this "Lethe" anyway?
River? Naiad? Butterfly?
Or chance to dance two hours away?
Try to forget the "how" and "why".

Now, it won't be quite as long
(Due to an early morning duty)
Real Life calls; is that so wrong?
You surely won't hold that against me.

Tonight's show dedicated to the violin, the viola, and the cello.

Thursday's subtle turn of earth
Exposes us to sun
At which we celebrate rebirth
And--please excuse the pun--
Everything now "springs" to life
That's why we call it spring?
So some pair off as man and wife
It's all about the strings.

As always, it starts at 8 SL time.

We play a lot of music here
A range that goes from A to Z
To no one style do we adhere
So I present this history
Of electronica and dance
Its shaky start in Germany
A gentle side-step into trance
And full-on bloom in the 90s
We're going to try to skip the crap
Of which, I'm sure, there was plenty
But we'll still brush against the rap
And kick it with a 303.

leap at nine

It’s that time of year once more
An extra day one year in four
The calender brought into line
Between Earth's orbit and our time.
And to those born on this day
I just have one thing to say
Please drop that joke that we all hate
You’re thirty-two, not flippin' eight.

But for reals!

Let me just say this
My set starts at eight o’clock
Everyone should come

I play lots of crap
Sometimes, brilliance happens
You just might miss it

I was not kidding
We have some hot tunes tonight
And you will miss it

The playlist went as such:

The week got worse; hell, started bad
I'd have to call it total shit
But after days like I've just had
It's time to chill a little bit.

It all just makes you groan and twitch
It's time for a collective vent
And after we all whine and bitch
We'll tell the fuckers to get bent.

This haiku brought to you by the letters F and U

February first
With rent now paid, we are poor
So screw it. Let's dance!


Spider spins once more
Plucking sounds from her web
The gig starts at eight