Throwing house parties in Berlin, if done right, can actually yield a profit (and no I am not talking about charging your friends upon entry.) In Germany, you can bring your empty glass bottles to your nearest grocery store and get money back. Today, I proudly carried a giant bag of jangly bottles to my corner market and received a whopping 3.18 eur. Woo!
A couple of days my roommate mentioned that she was going to deep clean the apartment. I said, “Well, wait. Friday we are having a house party and it’s just going to get filthy again.”
The lyrics to It’s Ok were written by Patricia Edwards way before I ever made the song. I liked it when I first heard the lyrics and then decided to write music to it. Since Patricia is based in New York and I am based In Johannesburg, I wanted the song to have both an American as well as a South African feel to it. I also wanted the song to fit in any club around the world. Hope you enjoy!
It’s the freakin’ weekend and I couldn’t be more excited. Before I crack open a bottle of beer and toast to the ending of a particularly stressful week, I still have a few tasks I need to finish up..like backing up all my data to my external hard drive (a habit I need to just go ahead and adopt weekly).
In any decent DJ playlist there is always at least one track that stands out. For me Kölsch’s, Grey epitomises such a record. It’s upfront, it doesn’t stand about, it hits the spot and clears off in under 5 mins leaving us wanting more. It’s my favourite tune of the now and now is all we have.
“I call it house work, ’cause it’s like work. But Ima throw shade if I don’t get paid for this house work.” Man, I can relate. I don’t just dance; I dance like it’s my motha fuckin’ job.
Ever since I stumbled upon this song, I can’t stop listening it. It’s so great, I don’t even want to dilute it with my fanciful analogies. Just do yourself a favor and listen to it….really, really loud.
If I could have one wish, it would be that this song would start playing as soon as I enter a lucid dream (that beautiful space between waking life and deep slumber when my body is completely relaxed and weightless but I still complete control over my thoughts and movements.)
The world is a scary place. Sometimes it’s necessary to disengage, unplug, and just let your thoughts wander. When I leave the dance floor, I feel the same way that I imagine it feels to leave a really great therapy session.
If my roommate or I have a bad day, we have a series of songs that we put on full blast to cheer one another up; Drunk in Love by Beyonce, Love Invaders by Fatima Yamaha, and this one. We always put these songs on to celebrate the good days too 🙂
When I am a grandma one day I won’t tell my kids that I walked miles in the snow to get to school (I grew up in the desert so that would be a flat out lie). I will, however, tell them about the time I walked to Berghain alone to see one of my favorite DJs (Fort Romeau) at 3 in the morning, . I’ll then tell them that he didn’t go on until 9a which meant I had to entertain my drunk sleepy self for another 6 hours.