I took a walk up from the hotel at 11pm. I figured it might be the only chance I'd get to see the city on this, the second time through Perth in under a week. The streets were quiet in the CBD, and the only 'accosting' I had were from a couple of young ladies asking if I had any jump leads (either that was a euphemism for something quite different or it was a request borne out of over-revelled confusion). Either way, I didn't & couldn't help. I was focused on getting to Ambar in one piece.
The club was packed. A warm throng of frugging shapes melted across the dancefoor, whilst a seamless mix of molten beats showered all & sundry with the gift of the groove.
I rolled with the striking of 12 with a bespoke blend of Big Ben, Hell's Bells and Abba's 'Happy New Year' mashed together into a foolish techy intro and moved straight into the re-fix of Pendulum's Voodoo People mix from a few years back. Touch paper lit, chaos ensued.
Two hours passed with a blink ... much of the first hour focused more on new tracks & edits (one I did on the flight out from Melbourne), whilst the second featured a large chunk of ReVamped goodies that will soon be out in the public domain. I finished up hard, with a number of the dubstep refixes that have been integral to the latter part of 2009, and then it was done, dusted, finished for another year.
As the booming echoes of another soundsystem danced around my head in the harsh light of the lobby-morning, a fierce and ragged girl appeared out of nowhere. "These", she said "are Method Man's socks!" She looked me straight in the eye, and in a moment of strange tenderness asked, "do you want them?".
I didn't.
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Perth was so happy to have you Shack - twice even (with or without jump leads).
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