every room we have held, kept on film. the records that got played, the people who brought them, and the hour it all tipped over.
kings day · amsterdam · node 01
our house.
orange everywhere, a borrowed system and a bar that never emptied. people brought what they grew up on and the room took it from there.
The room
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Orange from wall to wall. People brought what they grew up on and nobody left early.
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The bar
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A borrowed system, a counter full of bottles, and the crate someone carried across town.
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Last hour
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When it stops being a crowd and starts being a room.
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Shoulder to shoulder
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No stage, no barrier. Everyone within reach of the record being played.
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Behind the decks
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Whoever brought the record got to play it. That was the whole booking policy.
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Still going
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Past the point where a party usually thins out, and nobody checking the time.
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past room · our freedom · keti koti
keti koti.
the day the chains were cut. we marked it the way it should be marked, with the records that carried the story, played loud enough for the whole room to feel it.