When it was all said and done, there was nothing to complain about. Bak placed the calls, Beso responded. We had a venue. We had a party. We had two turntables, one of which worked.

But we bridged the gap. Feedbak attendees and Warehouse Districters. It was a party. We popped. We locked. We sang acapella to MJ. (Although I was voting for JB, I don’t think he won.)

On a personal note: I left the party last night feeling grateful for the people who nearly literally propped me up during the night. The technical difficulties a DJ has to face when sound, gear, et al are failing can really throw him off his game. But the genuine club love expressed by fans and fam was enough to hard boot my brain and rework my game, even when the needles weren’t on point.

Feedbak – I’m always down. Cheers.