DZ-JU Night 1

022505:: 0300AM:: Punch Gallery, 10th St.
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Donning her light khaki jacket, olive wrap, and rusted pink hued brown tweed newsboy cap, Ms Camille lounged by the gateway to the gallery, looking relaxed, sociable, and even pensive. Allison stood away from the wall with her back to the fading streetlights of a post-2am SOMA district, talking about who knows what, but smiling her bright smile nontheless.

I crept with stealth behind the wall that Julie and Dzuy formed and made surprise my weapon of choice. Once I was within range, I pounced from behind my camouflage, snaked my fingers under her left jaw and ear and shot a kiss point blank at the soft corner of her lips.

With tranquilzed recognition she realized who had just landed upon her doorstep and made her prey.

"Heyyyyyy! Ohh I was waiting for you!"

I introduced her to Dzuy and Julie, whom took to her immediately.

"As soon as I started talking to her, I felt really comfortable," Dzuy commented later.

"Wow she is really cool," said Julie.

Inside Punch was a cornucopia of sensory experiences: funk on the decks, dancing in the gallery, paintings on the walls, faces and conversations to be met, stories to be told, a goodbye to remember. Somewhere Camille lost her jacket and revealed her colored canvas, fluttering over to the bass driven groove, the drink table, and all the friends in between. I was brought over to Raleigh and Allison where I began to energetically regail them with my excited night; the high was definitely apparent and I was all smiles.

I remember emphatically wanting to bring Camille to Remedy to enjoy house music and dance, mostly to show her dancing, but was summarily silenced by her commitment to her friends. But at her prodding, I got into it on the floor anyway, in company with Iron Monkey no less! Least I got to show her something of my styles, though not fully. I suppose there's a time and a place.

I connected with Prem for a bit on our way out, and stopping to lock eyes with Camille once more, I avoided a sneaky picture by Dzuy by bounding down the stairs and setting off for DNA Lounge.
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330AM:: Remedy @ DNA Lounge
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not too much dancing, I was feeling clunky on stage, but I managed to connect with the woman from Funk Festival who was bringin the old locking style. Fun would have it that this was Traci Barlow, the dancing accompaniment ("poetry in motion") for the opening piece of the Last Poets' visit to SFSU! I blabbered on for a bit about how I followed them for that weekend, and she made me stay while she found something with her contact info. She ended up giving me a small flyer for a bimonthly event she puts on in Oaktown. I didn't really look at it until Monday after, but the tagline says "For Dancers only!" Upcoming headlining nights include Housing Authority, Soul Sector!!! illlllllllll, I am thankful for making that connection!

Another connection with a DJ and I was informed of another event that combined music, dance, visual art and graphic design, featuring MGF, Soul Sector, and Headhunterz. SS crossing my eyes three times in the past month = something worth pursuing. You know me and my miniscule omens ;/.
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I found DZ and Julie chillin on the couch. Apparently Julie was feeling down and I felt sorry that I was not attentive enough to catch it. Though Dzuy did comment on the joint:

"I've never seen this, where the dancers have their own space, their own stage for each other. Like, where its almost primarily for the dancers. That's pretty tight man."

Shweet. I felt I had accomplished my mission. I desired to show him exactly what I valued with this placed called Remedy/DNA Lounge: the dancers, the small intimate community, the music (despite not being his preference). And regardless of the superficial differences, he was attentive enough to sense the essential elements of what made this place unique and comforting for me and househeadz alike.
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Around 4:15 I replied to a missed call and found that she was already on her way over.

"Don't move! I'm right there! Don't move!"

I have to admit, I was happy to see her :). So cute.. hahaha

We stood outside of DNA beside Raleigh's double parked maroon or dark colored late-80's Toyota (Corolla?) with Raleigh and Allison. Somehow she scored a pizza from next door.

"I love your friends! They are so sweet."

Still feeling euphoric and ultimately optimistic,
"My friends, they are my heart. I'm so glad you met them and they met you; The whole thing is that I wanted to share with them everything that is new and important in my life."

She let out a sigh of endearment and put her arms around my shoulders, prompting me to wrap my arms around her waist and lock my hands at the small of her back. The two faces on her belt buckle rapped with staccato against my Member's Only zipper as we lingered holding each other for a minor magical moment. I lost track of time at this point. Some words sometimes have special contexts for their use, reserved for uncanny experiences or perceptions; but for that moment, we gazed into each other like we could see Saturn's rings in reflection. Though for reference, maybe our individual substance abuses had intoxicated the other :).

She was so worried it touched me and made me feel guilty. It was probably mainly her maternal instinct, but I felt special anyway. We left each other unwillingly but necessarily, her with pizza in her face and myself with a tingling in my nethers (mwahaha). Peace to Raleigh and Allison. Peace to Dzuy and Julie. Airblown lovin to the Miss.
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The creed for the night of music and dance:

Ruby Skye provided something for the mind...
Punch gave us something for the eyes
Remedy stimulated something in my soul.

Somehow the movement of our experience from Ruby Skye to Remedy was made superb by visiting Punch Gallery as somewhat of a transition.

Progressive house supported by laser visuals, themed gogo dancers, and stunning interior decor, whose audience clamored to drink and watch the DJ
moved into
an externally non-descript multimedia art gallery featuring punk photography, jazz oil painting, and abstract wall installations, where funk breakbeats were played liberally while party people danced to connect with each other. A couple bboys, including Iron Monkey, danced on the smooth concrete floor to preserve the waning 3am freestyle spirit.
From this we moved to
the house, where soul enriched house beats laid the foundation for all types of dancers to dialogue.

Even more interesting was how the progression of our night and venues was signalled by the gradual southward movement of our geography. Just an interesting thought. Reminds me of this great snapshot of us taken at Ruby Skye.