plastic granite table filled with phat beats ridge around the edge cut up yourself up when you bump and try to fill this feast of plenty feast of a thousand songs playing in plentiful unison heartbreaking to soulful whisperers in the dark in the darkness you look better you can see you how a book…
Tag: DJ
Writing Progress
“…previously, my process of writing mostly involved swirling down the drain of imposter syndrome while simultaneously self-flagellating until the deed was done enough. After a recovery period of varying length, I’d say, ‘hmm there must be an easier way.'”
playing songs
i have a song with cello it contains samples its beat is slow and soothing there is a piano that plays and feels like a dark lit lounge an ethereal singer’s voice floats warmly the air in this song… i can’t tell if it’s foggy or smokey but it is thick light gets caught in…
transmission
dark room with bright pink lights and little blue ones from the bits of mirror spins out like your floating red glow dots drift around the room fade into ovals stretched along the wall and we all know that the synth bass is so rich sometimes hard to take bright light in the corner is…
lingering before connection
back room flashing with bright lights at the beginning only the dancers and the music a symbiosis no one could interfere with groove twists the beat groove spins and the dj’s swaying from side to side cueing up the track cueing up the track music filling pink red foggy air dry ice makes clouds inside…
music preferences for those in the know
Quiet, warm music with a clear pulse. Music that had an element of slowness and subtle change in temperature. Music that was all-consuming and that could be felt deep within. This was the music that June liked best. And there were two spaces and times she knew where to find it: -before midday in the…
song selector
i play the music and select the songs there’s a crate next to me and it contains every emotion i plan to hit this evening out of all the songs on all the albums art within art of pairing the right song with the right moment out of all the songs on all the albums…
when the lights go dark, i dance
This is June Bug. She puts on lipstick in the rear view window of her car as she sits outside a club with thumping bass. Dark red looks like velvet. Tastes like plastic wax. June Bug looks at groups of people frolic into the club. Stroll in seemingly casually. And she feels an affinity with…
The Dynamics of Groove 