Don't miss next week when Teddy Douglas of the Basement Boys comes to town. During a good set I feel like every joint limb muscle is controlled by a particular sound pattern. It's hard to explain. It makes me feel alive like only sex and doing dumb shit that could potentially kill you makes you feel. Fluffy, soft, happy music is for plastic people.
Techno is real and hard and about desperation, as opposed to ambition.
It's all about using mechanical devices to make our bodies feel alive and escape this artificial last-man existence that we are wading through daily. But the real secret is that there is an underground techno WWF connection, and we all wish that we were as fucking tough as Stone Cold Steve Austin. There's a rumor going around, too, about trying to fit the bald head into a vagina to achieve the techno version of enlightenment. But those who live it and are real try hard to get love, and it's growing, but there aren't people here who get it. There are some serious techno heads who go to jungle and house shows, but they don't come to the techno.